As soon as the door clicked shut behind us. Cowboy Hat didn't waste time. He shoved me roughly against the stall wall, lips crashing onto mine.
"You're gettin' addicted, aren't ya?" he chuckled roughly, fingers digging into my hips, pressing me hard into the cold metal stall door. "Fuck, baby. I missed ya."
I didn't bother answering him. I fumbled impatiently with his belt. The second I did. My hands went inside his boxers feeling and stroking him.
He groaned and tilted his head. I pulled his cock out and spat directly onto it, pumping him fast.
"Fuck, yeah. Stroke that cock," he grunted, thrusting his hips into my hand.
He yanked his pants along with his boxers, halfway down, then dropped onto the toilet seat, spreading his knees. "Sit on my cock, babe. Cowboy ride this meat."
His engorged cock stood hard and throbbing. I quickly worked on my belt, pushing my pants down, turning my back to him and align his cock onto my hole.
"Shit, baby. Sink on it, now," he groaned impatient, grabbing me hips.
Before I could do so. The bathroom door suddenly slammed open, loudly, echoing sharply through the room, startling us both.
"James! James, I know you're fucking in here!" A female voice shrieked angrily, echoing loudly off tile walls. "Get your ass out here now, you cheating bastard!"
Cowboy Hat froze, gripping me tighter. "Shit--"
I paled instantly. "Are you fucking kidding me? Is that your wife?"
"Shut up," he hissed back sharply. Tucking his cock back into his pants.
"James, I swear to Christ--" she yelled again, banging angrily on stall doors further down. "You better not be in here with some bitch!"
My pulse raced. I heard voices outside trying to calm her down. What the fuck did I get into?
Cowboy hat stepped up onto the toilet seat, docking his head. The scene looked theatrical to be honest.
She banged on stalls down the line angrily, shouting obscenities, before finally banging loudly on our stall door, rattling it sharply.
"Open up right now, asshole!"
Panic surged sharply through me. I cleared my throat hastily. "Ma'am, what the hell are you doing?"
The banging stopped.
"Oh my god--I'm so sorry," she said, mortified. "I thought you were my husband. I'm sorry."
Her footsteps hurried away rapidly, bathroom door swinging shut.
Silence hung thickly between us. Cowboy Hat suddenly chuckled, shaking his head.
"Close call, huh? Fuck, she thought I was bangin some chick."
He stepped down off the seat and reached for me again, like nothing happened.
"Now where were we?"
My stomach twisted bitterly. Clarity hit like a fist. What the fuck am I doing? This wasn't what I wanted. This was supposed to be a one-time thing.
"I'm fucking done," I said flatly.
He raised a brow. "Baby, I'll make sure next time there won't be any interruptions. Come on let's just fuck."
"There will be no next time."
He smirked, tilting his head, like I was overreacting or being dramatic. "What? Feeling guilty now?"
I stared at him.
He chuckled, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. "You didn't care before. Hell, you came back three nights in a row."
I clenched my jaw. He was right to call me out on that.
"Yeah," I said, voice low. "I won't make that mistake again."
He shrugged, casual as hell. "Suit yourself. I know you'll be back for this cowboy."
Fuck. What the hell was I doing with a cheating bastard? Stupid. Fucking. Self. Too horny to think about consequences.
I stormed out, disgusted--with him, with myself, with the whole damn night.
The storm had only gotten worse. Wind cut straight through my coat. Snow slapped my face. It was becoming more brutal. But I didn't care.
By the time I made it back to the house, I found the lights were still on. Thought everyone would be asleep by now.
The warmth hit me the second I stepped in. I shut the door, started for the stairs--then froze halfway through my first step.
Mason stood at the top, frowning and arms crossed his chest.
"Where the hell have you been?" he snapped. "Do you even know what time it is?"
"None of your fucking business," I shot back, walking up the stairs.
Apparently, that made him even more pissed.
"For Christ's sake Kaiden. Could it kill you to think that there are people worried about you? Mom was freaking out. If I hadn't told her I'd wait up, she wouldn't have gone to bed at all."
I snorted.
"She didn't give a damn when I was out on the streets for eight years. What's changed now?" I pushed passed him.
He grabbed my wrist. Firm.
"I was worried, Kai. Can't you see that?"
Something fluttered in my chest when I looked into his eyes. But I ignored it. I yanked my arms free, glaring at him.
"Oh, what now? Playing big brother all of a sudden?"
He grabbed my forearm this time--clenching tight, jaw twitching.
"God, Kai. You really got a knack for pissing me off."
He stepped closer. Too close. "You went to the bar again, didn't you? What, you that desperate for some cheap dick? How many guys you let fucked you in your filthy ass?"
My blood turned ice.
"Fuck you, Mason."
I shoved him back, made him stagger back a step.
"I fucking hate you. What the hell do you even know about me?"
He looked stunned.
I quickly turned around and stormed to my room, shutting the door behind me. Leaning and sliding against it, staring at the raging blizzard outside the window.
Footsteps approached my door. A pause. I knew he was there--standing just on the other side. But then the shadow under the door moved away.
A whole damn week he ignored me--barely a word, barely a glance--and now he had the balls to say those shits?
Who the hell did he think he was?