Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,58
grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder and instantly squishing my bladder and making things so much worse. “NOOOOOO! PUT ME DOWN,” I scream. “I’m going to pee down your back.”
“You better fucking not,” he roars as he barges his way through the crowd, knocking people clear on their asses just to get me to the bathroom, or hell, the back garden, or kitchen sink—which ever one we reach first. “MOVE.”
King clears a passage through the crowd in no time, and before I know it, he’s crashing through the door of one of Ember’s many guest bathrooms. He all but throws me toward the toilet and as I’m busily trying to yank my pants down, I realize that he’s locked himself inside with me. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demand, having to dance to stop myself from peeing all over the floor. “Get out.”
“What? No. Just pee,” he says, standing in front of the door as though he’s some kind of bouncer. “Babe, I’ve fucked literally every hole in your body. I’m not going to be offended by a little bit of piss. Just do your thing so I can fuck you after.”
My jaw clenches and my ability to squeeze my legs any tighter begins to fail. “OUT NOW BEFORE I BUST YOUR ASS WIDE OPEN, HUNTER KING. There are some things a girl just shouldn’t have to share. If it’s pee this week, what’s next? Are you going to demand that I shit glitter in front of you? FUCK NO! OUT BEFORE IT STARTS RUNNING DOWN MY LEG.”
King groans and rolls his eyes before scrunching up his face like a kid about to have a tantum. “Fine,” he snaps, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open, “but I’m not leaving this door.”
He slips out a second later and I can’t even wait until it’s closed properly before dropping my ass down on the seat and letting sweet, sweet relief overcome me.
My eyes close and I tip my head back, instantly getting dizzy as I start to regret the last three shots that Ember and I so eagerly took when the boys weren’t watching.
I laugh to myself and just sit there, despite having finished peeing long ago. I could do with a little nap. The darkness behind my eyes is welcoming and my body is exhausted from the constant dancing. Not to mention my feet—they’re aching. Usually I’m good at parties like this from all my days walking around in my thigh high boots, but Ember and I went hard in a way that neither of us were expecting.
My head continues to spin but when I hear the loud thumping on the door from the bitches demanding that I hurry up, I decide it’s probably best to get back to the party. I clean myself up and confirm that I didn’t actually piss my pants earlier, but as I stand, my head spins more violently and the nausea begins to creep in.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter, fumbling toward the sink before catching myself on the edge and turning on the taps. I quickly wash my hands and thank whoever lives above that King is just outside the door.
I splash some water on my face and let out a shaky breath. All I have to do is make it to the door and open it, then King can take my stupid ass home. Though, I’ll have to apologize. There’s no way I’m about to let him fuck me in here. I’ll probably offer to suck his dick only to test my gag reflexes and throw up all over him. Fuck me, I know he loves me and will quickly forgive, but he’ll never forget. I’ll be teased and tormented about it for as long as I live.
I stumble across the bathroom, silently cursing Ember’s parents for having such a lavish lifestyle. This bathroom is fucking huge, and usually I’d love that, but right now, the long walk to the door is killing me.
After what feels like a million pain-filled steps, my hand curls around the handle and I tear the door open into the busy hallway. There are people everywhere and I have to force myself to study each of their faces closely.
Someone laughs and the noise vibrates inside my head like a chainsaw. I instantly stumble back, slamming into the wall and desperately try to catch myself before I fall and drop to the ground.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve been blind drunk a million