Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

As much as I’d love to sit here and continue this, the beers have caught up to me.

“I have to run to the bathroom, but we will continue this,” I tell her pointedly.

Her eyebrows lift, and a devilish little smile curves her lips. “Bathroom. Got it.”

No idea why she says it like that, but she stands, giving me room to stand as well. I smack her ass as I walk off, and I hear them giving her hell about it immediately.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see her flipping off everyone, and I laugh to myself before finally finding the cramped men’s room… The fucking hell?

There’s an oval ice trough in the center of the floor, and the two stalls at the back are occupied… by more than one person in each stall. Why the hell are they using ice troughs instead of urinals? Is this the eighties?

Good thing I’m not shy, considering there’s no way the other four guys taking a piss aren’t going to see my dick the way I’m seeing theirs. One guy winks at me the second I step up and start unzipping.

“Straight,” I tell him, my lips twitching when he sighs and overtly stares at my cock that is full of piercings.

“What a waste,” he retorts while looking away.

A few snickers follow that, and I shake my head. Right as I start pissing, the door opens, and we all look up.

Bella comes strutting in, but she stumbles over her own feet with wide eyes when she sees the five of us with our dicks in our hands, mid-piss. It’s not like I can cut it off right now, so I’m shooting out a steady stream, while she’s gawking and turning five shades of red.

What the hell did she think she’d find in the men’s room?

She starts backing away, but what has me utterly confused, is when she starts singing. “Shake it off. Shake it off. Shake, shake, shake it off,” she sings, moving her hand in front of her crotch like she’s shaking a phantom dick to the beat of the music in her head.

I can’t even…

With that, she darts back out the door like her ass is on fire, and I’m torn between groaning and laughing.

That’s my girl.

“That has to be the most random thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” one guy says as I finish up and zip my shit back into place. Holy shit, how long are these guys going to piss?

After washing my hands, I duck out, and I spot Bella immediately. She covers her face with her hands as I walk up, and she shakes her head while cursing.

“I could die,” she hisses, blushing furiously when she drops her hands from her face and glares up at me like it’s my fault she just serenaded five guys who were pissing into ice.

“Why the hell did you just sing?” It’s hard as hell to keep a straight face right now.

“I panicked!”

“You sing when you panic?”

She resumes glaring at me like I’ve somehow caused all this.

“The hell was that about? Did you go in the wrong bathroom?” I ask her, trying not to smile.

“No! I thought you wanted me to follow you,” she snaps.

“What gave you that impression?” I ask, still trying to hold in the internal riot.

“Your text said we were fucking in the bathroom tonight, then we got hot and heavy with that kiss, then you said you were going to the bathroom and that we would continue. I thought it was a ‘wink wink’ sort of thing, and you were going to clear the room out before I got in there.”

“A what? What is a ‘wink wink’ thing?”

She glowers at me, still acting like I’ve somehow done something wrong.

“You know, like a ‘hint hint’ thing…”