Page 19 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

“I know you can.” I stood, fingers still inside him, spreading and twisting, making sure he could accommodate both my dick and my piercing. “But I think you forgot I’m not like most men who have fucked you.”

“What do you—” I positioned my cock and thrust in. “Oh, fuck!”

My Prince Albert thrummed in my frenulum, sending ripples of sensation through me, even as it rubbed against Dalton’s insides.

“Now you remember.”

I pushed deeper inside him. He groaned as his body strained to take me. Even as he struggled, he pushed his ass back, begging for more.

“Please, Ax…”

“Mm, you want to beg me again?” I teased. “Go ahead. Use your words, Dalton.”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Please, Axel. Fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad. Been dying to have you for so long.”

That made two of us. Not that I’d tell him that.

I drew back and snapped my hips hard. Then again. Dalton went back to biting into his arm, doing the best to muffle his moans, though he wasn’t entirely successful.

I hammered my cock into his ass, the tight, hot squeeze an exquisite torture. I held on to his hips and unleashed with every ounce of pent-up lust I had for him.

I wanted to get it all out of my system. Every drop of want for Dalton Harvey. If he was going to become the sheriff, we had no business fucking around. It was now, and then never again.

He was so big and strong that he took my railing with ease. Looking at his big, broad shoulders and his tight ass made me want to stay inside him forever.

I shoved up his shirt, wanting at his skin. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder blade, licking up salty sweat.

The outer door banged open, followed by laughter. “I have to go onstage soon. We don’t have time.”

There was the sound of kissing, then an abrupt pause.

“Is someone fucking in the bathroom stall?”

“Shit,” Dalton cursed quietly.

“Take it,” I growled. “They can just listen because I’m not stopping.”

I sped up, my climax coming for me. Dalton reached down, stroking his dick fast and hard, body tensing up as he neared orgasm.

“Oh, shit,” another voice in the bathroom said. “They’re really going at it. Lucky bastards.”

There was laughter. “Come on. Let’s leave them to it.”

Footsteps started toward the door, but I couldn’t hold back. Pleasure slammed into me. I bit down on Dalton’s shoulder, growling through my orgasm like a wild beast.

“Fuck!” Dalton cried. Then he was shaking beneath me, cum spraying from his dick, hole fluttering around me, drawing out my pleasure.

“Damn,” a light voice murmured. “You better fuck me good after the show. I’m all horny now. I hope my dick will behave while I dance.”

A deep, rumbly laugh answered. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

The door slammed shut behind our audience, leaving only the ragged breathing of Dalton and me.

Slowly, I drew out of him. He hissed at the exit, no doubt sore from my pounding, then reached for the toilet paper. He pulled off a few squares and thrust them at me, then pulled off some more for himself.

I discarded the condom into the trash receptacle, wiped my dick and hands, and tossed the paper into the toilet. Dalton cleaned up and did the same, then hiked up his jeans.

He turned toward me, his eyes burning with anger. “Did we really have to do that here?”

I swiped my tongue over my lips, savoring the afterglow despite his glower. “Didn’t hear you complaining while you were taking my dick.”

He huffed. “I’m a deputy. This is public indecency. We could have gone back to your place or mine.”

I scoffed. “You telling me you never hooked up in a bathroom at a gay bar before?”

“Not in the town where I patrol,” he said. “I can’t do this with you. Not if it’s always going to be like this.”

I’d only planned for the one hookup anyway. But his words unsettled me. “Like what? You loved every second of it.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t come after you for this, Axel. I wanted to make sure you were all right. You used sex to push me away.”

“I’m more than all right,” I said, infusing my voice with a flirty purr. “I used sex to feel great. Which is what it’s meant for.”

“I can see that,” he said flatly. “I’m gonna go. You can get a ride home with one of your brothers.”

“Hey, don’t be mad just because you can’t resist me,” I said, following him out of the stall. “That’s not my fault.”

“No, I know.” He nodded his head once. “It’s mine.”

He slammed out of the bathroom, leaving me wondering what the hell had gone wrong. One minute, he’d been begging me to fuck him—public bathroom be damned—and the next he was leaving me.

I drew a sharp breath, chest tightening. Well, fuck him.

I shouldn’t have gone back for seconds, anyway. Everyone always left in the end. Better to get it out of the way before I was hooked.

I didn’t need Dalton. Didn’t need anyone.

My reflection scowled at me, eyes bleak. I turned away and strode out of the bathroom. Onstage, a pretty drag queen with a purple wig was speaking into the microphone.

“I’m Sassy Solo,” she said. “I did my hair and my makeup, ready to star in this show tonight.”

There was a round of clapping and cheers.

She smiled sharply with purple, glittery lips that matched her hair.

“I don’t know if I can compete with the action that bathroom is getting, though. Whew! It was enough to make me blush in front of my man. How is a girl supposed to concentrate on a performance after that performance?”

The crowd laughed, and more than a few gazes flicked toward the bathrooms. Toward me.

Dalton was already gone, halfway across the club. I shrugged and grinned, strutting back to the table with my brothers. The drag queen’s eyes zeroed in on me.

“Oh, look at that. He’s as sexy as he sounded. ”

The crowd ate up her teasing, oohing and ahhing as I dropped into my chair.

“Where’s Dalton?” Gray asked quietly. “You two must have put on quite the show.”

“Gone,” I said flatly.

“What? He left after that?”

I snorted. “Of course he did. Are you really surprised? People leave me. It’s what they do.”

“Fuck that,” Gray said tightly. “I’ll go find him and kick his ass.”

He pushed back his chair as if he’d go hunt down Dalton right that second.

I clamped a hand on his arm. “Leave it. I’m not like you, Gray.”

“What’s that mean?”

I picked up my beer and gulped it, even though it was warm now. “I don’t get attached. It was just a fuck, and now that’s over. It’s for the best. How many times did Holden tell me not to pursue a deputy?”

“Forget about Holden. If you like this guy?—”

“No. Dalton’s going places. Maybe he’ll even be sheriff one day. The last thing he needs is a guy like me.”

I turned my gaze to the drag queen onstage, watching her slinky dance moves as the music piped out and she lip-synced along to a pop ballad.

Gray stared at me, but I refused to acknowledge him.

“If you want to play matchmaker, go harass Bailey. The boy needs to get laid.”

“Not everything is about sex,” Gray said.

I flicked him a glance. “For some of us, it is.”

He shook his head, looking almost sad. “You tell yourself that because you’re afraid. But I hope one day, you figure out you’re worth more, Axel. You deserve love, just like the rest of us.”

I scoffed and took another gulp of beer. Just because Gray and Emory were sickeningly in love didn’t mean the rest of us had to turn into saps.

I’d been fucking around for years. It served me well enough. I didn’t need to complicate my life with fucking feelings.