Depends On Who's Asking (SWAT Generation 2.0 12)

Eyes on her, I slowly tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped as I watched her clean herself up with some toilet paper.

Watching her flip her skirt up and place her high-heeled foot onto the toilet seat had my cock once again filling with blood.

But it was the sight of my release leaking down her leg that had me really fucking wanting more.

Just as I was about to reach for her, to have her all over again, the most annoying sound in the world bleated from my phone.CHAPTER 13Not All exes are bad. Look at me. I’m someone’s ex.-Carolina’s secret thoughtsSAINT“Fuck!” I growled out, pissed as all hell that a SWAT call dropped, choosing that exact moment to go off.

It took everything I had to walk away.

I exited the stall, completely forgetting that I’d never heard the door close behind whoever had come in earlier.

I wasn’t prepared to find a man leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, as he waited for me to come out.

He’d needed the only stall in the room that there was, and Carolina and I happened to be using it.

Shit.

My eyes met Louis’ and he raised them at me as he saw Carolina walking out close to my heels.

His eyes went from me to Carolina and back.

“Listen, Caro,” Louis said. “I’ve had to take a shit for near on five minutes now, and these protein shakes are downright brutal to my system. You should probably use the women’s room from now on.”

Carolina squeaked and covered her face as Louis passed us by.

“Call was canceled,” Louis yelled as he passed us and locked the door.

I washed my hands at the sink, Carolina taking the one directly next to me.

That’s when Louis started to blow the bathroom up, uncaring who was still in it.

“That’s so gross,” Carolina gagged.

“I’m telling you. It’s the protein.” He paused. “It smells like sex in here.”

Carolina covered her mouth and nose with her clean hand. “No.” She sounded like she was holding her breath. “It smells like something died in your ass.”

Louis’ laughter followed us out of the bathroom, but not before Louis got the last word in.

“You left your underwear on the floor in here. You might want to come back in later and pick them up. I’ll kick them behind the toilet for you when I’m done. You sure have changed from the granny panties you used to wear in high school. And wow, you used to hate the color—”

The door closed behind his jeering, cutting him off mid-sentence.

That’s when Carolina cursed all over again upon seeing her brother, who obviously hadn’t made it that far from the bathroom that he’d used earlier, leaning against the wall about five feet down from the door.

“Son of a bitch,” Carolina grumbled as she pressed her head into the spot between my shoulder blades. “This is going to be everywhere by the end of this party. We just let the gossip girl of my generation know in the bathroom, and my brother is going to fuckin’ throw a hissy fit.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that lit up my face.

The smile that died when Connor spotted us and marched his way toward us.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Connor bellowed. “What were you doing in that bathroom?”

“I needed help with my skirt,” Carolina lied. “And he was there, but then it got stuck on my shirt and the bathroom was right there and…”

So Carolina was bad at lying.

Good to know.

Connor looked at her with disgust.

“Who are you?” Connor asked me.

He knew who I was, just as I knew who he was.

Now that I could see his face, I knew exactly which brother he was.

“Saint Nicholson,” Carolina said. “And he works with you, so you probably know who he is. Don’t be a dick.”

Connor’s mouth twitched as if his words amused himself.

“You’re really named Saint Nicholson?” the other man that had likely gone into the bathroom with him earlier asked.

He was another baby cop like Connor.

They must’ve met in the academy or something.

They were both dressed alike, and both looking at me with not a small amount of hostility.

Carolina’s hand found mine and the cop next to Connor narrowed his eyes.

I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing her hand and pulling her into me.

My arm went around her shoulder and Connor’s eyes narrowed right along with his friend’s.

“Colby,” Carolina said. “Why would I introduce you to him as ‘Saint Nicholson’ if that wasn’t really his name?”

Carolina’s words had my mouth tipping up at the edges in a smile.

The door behind us opened and a waft of noxious air followed Louis out.

“Yo, Colby Wolby,” Louis said as he pushed past them, all but shouldering Colby bodily out of the way and putting distance between Colby and me. “Let’s go, you two. We’re about to do the white elephant game.”