Isobel looked a little bewildered as he dragged her into the bathroom. It was surprisingly clean, which she was grateful for. Her cheeks were a hot, hectic red. Evan closed the bathroom door behind them, turned around, and locked the door.

"You sure about this?" he asked.

"No, but I definitely want you, so we should hurry up before I change my mind."

He grinned like a wolf.

Then suddenly, he was on her, pressing her against the wall. His mouth was all over hers, down her jaw, her neck. She reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his dick, making him groan. He leaned against the white-tiled wall, resting his forehead against his arm.

Kneeling down, she looked up at him as she took him in her mouth. He threw his head back and gripped her hair.

"Fuck, Isobel."

She teased and sucked him until he was almost numb with pleasure. He was going to cum if she kept going, and he didn't want that—not yet.

He didn't waste any time at all, picking her up and carrying her to the counter top by the sink. He tugged her stretchy bodycon dress down, freeing her breasts for his hands and mouth. Isobel gasped, then sighed as his tongue flicked across her nipples, teasing her again as he had before. There was something better about it now. She knew what was coming, knew how it would feel when he was inside her.

She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him. He reached down with one hand and pulled her panties down. Once they were around her knees, his hand went back to slip a finger inside her. She moaned, her head falling back against the glass.

"Do you want me?" he asked as he stroked her clit.

"Yes," she said, her voice taking on a whiny edge. "Yes, now."

There was a hard knock on the door. Isobel flinched and sat up, but Evan didn't stop stroking her.

"Is anybody in there? I gotta piss!"

Isobel stifled a giggle. Evan slipped two fingers inside her, drawing the sound out of her. His fingers twisted in her, and she couldn't help but make a small sound. She clapped her hand over her mouth, but Evan pulled it back off, and tugged her panties off.

The knock at the door was more insistent now. Isobel couldn't ignore it, and suddenly she was so ashamed. She sat up and looked at Evan. She whispered,

"Maybe we should. . ."

"COME ON! HURRY IT UP IN THERE!"

He bent down, pushed her legs apart and licked her, his tongue swirling around her clit. She groaned, letting her head fall back. "Fuck, Evan—"

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. His voice teased. He knew she didn't. He knew she'd say no. But he was going to pull it out of her, and he was going to enjoy it.

"Evan, I—"

He reached up and put his finger over her lips. Every word he said next was punctuated with his tongue flickering over her clit. "Do. You. Want. Me. To. Stop?"

She leaned back, letting her head hang. "No. They can piss outside."

He grinned.

"I kinda thought you would say that."

He slipped his fingers inside of her. She was as slippery as the highway to hell, and he was eager, but patient.

Isobel reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, then grabbed it. Her spine arched up, and she panted, hard, as she crept ever closer to climax. She was still self-conscious, still shy, and still trying not to make a sound. She was biting down on her lip to keep herself from crying out.

Evan stood, and pulled Isobel close, pressing their foreheads close together. She looked in his eyes, quivering and breathing hard. He pressed her bare chest against his, and said, "Isobel, I want you to cum screaming, do you hear me? Stop thinking about everyone out there. Stop thinking about trying not to make noise, and just make noise. No one out there even knows who you are."

"But when we leave—"

"Who cares?"

He flipped her over and lifted her dress, leaning down and kissing her shoulder. She looked at their reflections in the mirror. As Evan slid inside her, he looked her reflection in the eyes. Her eyes went wide, and his closed. His hand came around and caressed her cheek, and he buried his face in her hair. "Fuck, baby, you still feel just as good as the first time."

She couldn't help the small sounds that she made when he went deep into her, hitting her in just the right spot. His fingers slipped down and massaged her clit, and she arched against him. She grabbed the hand on her face and twined their fingers together.

"Harder," she growled.

He stood up behind her, grabbing her hip and pounding against her. She stood on her very tiptoes as another orgasm climbed up inside her.

"Evan, I'm—I'm close," she gasped.

"That's right baby, come for me," he said, letting himself get closer. He closed his eyes and just felt her.

"Ev—Evan," she gasped, all of her muscles coiling tight. And then she let out one long wordless sound, her muscles relaxing. She contracted around him, and Evan groaned, leaning over as his own orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. He wrapped his arm around her, pulled her up against him. He buried his face in her hair again, breathing in her smell, and the two of them leaned against the counter together, just trying to catch their breath.

"First bathroom sex. Good job," he said, lifting his hand up. She was starting to feel squished, but she wriggled her hand out and gave him a high five, laughing underneath him.

"Will you get off of me? You're gonna squish my guts out through my vagina."

* * *

Evan got off of Isobel. They both kept looking at each other and letting out snorts of laughter. Isobel was bright red.

"I can't believe I just did that."

"I can."

"And just what the hell does that mean?" she asked as she reached down to grab her panties. She put them back on, slipping them over her boots.

"It means you're a goody-two-shoes, and goody-two-shoes girls always go for the bathroom sex and shit."

Isobel burst into giggles and rolled her eyes. She pressed her wrist against her mouth, trying to calm herself down, to act like an adult, but she hadn't felt this giddy in a long time. Evan walked up to her, threw his arm around her waist, and kissed her. She smiled and laughed and said, "Evan. I love you, but please wash your mouth."

Evan looked down at her with a perfectly arched brow raised up high. "You love me, huh?"

Isobel's mirthful expression went kind of blank. And then she said, "Yeah, I do. Please wash your mouth."

"What, you don't like the taste of yourself?"

"I have no idea how to respond to that."

"Well, I love the taste of you. I think I'm going to eat you for dinner every night," he said as he let her go. He turned to the sink. "But because I love you, I will wash my mouth."

Isobel's expression was a little hard to describe, because she looked happy, but she also looked bewildered. Her hair was a wild brown mess, and she was still shaking a little. Evan washed his mouth and swilled it out with water, reaching up to snatch a paper towel to dry off. He threw the paper towel away, and looked at her. "What? What is it?"

"Do you really?"

"What? Love you?"

Isobel nodded. She was very grave, just then. He smiled, and said, "I do."

She smiled, and said, "In that case, I better quit my job."

He laughed, and threw his arm around her shoulders.

"Do you think there's any chance we're getting out of here without being seen?" she asked, throwing her arm around his waist.

"Mmm I wouldn't bank on it."

The second they opened the door, Tanya was there with the most smug look on her face. She handed over Evan's phone, and said, "You got a call."

"From who?" he asked.

"I don't know, some random number. Left a message. Isobel, are you catching a ride home with me?"

"Um, I'm not really sure," she said, blushing deep red. Evan grinned as he called his voice mail. He walked back into the bathroom to listen away from the loud music.

Tanya kept teasing Isobel, and Isobel kept laughing, but she was kind of concerned as she watched Evan.

His shoulders dropped as he listened to the voice mail. He turned and looked at Isobel and Tanya and said, "Gran's sick. I gotta go."

He hung up the phone and slipped past the two of them. Isobel followed him.

"Can I come with you?"

"Yeah, here," he said, tossing her his keys. "Start the car. I'll meet you there after I get my stuff."

"Got it," said Isobel. She turned to Tanya, who was looking a little pale.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

Isobel had to say that she felt the same. Tanya followed her out of the warehouse and they split off as Tanya went back to her SUV and Isobel went to Evan's car.

"I'll meet you guys there!" Tanya called as she climbed into the driver's seat.

"Sounds good!" Isobel called back.

Isobel sat in the driver's seat of Evan's car and started the engine, which roared to life all around her. God, this car was the douchiest.

Evan exited the building while fixing the collar of his coat. Isobel slid out of the driver's seat and walked around the car to the passenger side. Once they were both seated, Evan looked at her. "You don't want to drive it?"

"I can't drive stick."

"Oh. I'll teach you," he said. "Later," he added as an afterthought.

He buckled up and put the car in gear, then turned and looked through the rear view mirror as he backed up. Isobel watched him, seeing the way his neck stretched all sorts of long as he turned.

"So, what happened?"

"The doctor called to say that Gran has taken a turn for the worst. They said she's been popping in and out of consciousness for the last few hours."

Isobel went numb. Her fingers felt cold. She was starting to feel very tired all of a sudden.

"What happened to that guy?"

"What guy?" he asked, pulling out onto the street.

"The guy you fought."

"Oh, he's alright. He was hamming it up a little, don't worry. Jerry takes his bit of the pot and puts it in the bank for his daughter."

"His daughter?"

"Yeah, she's studying astrophysics or some nerdy shit like that. Her dream school is expensive though, so Jerry has been busting his balls trying to help her cover what financial aid can't."

"Probably most of it for a degree like that."

"Yeah."

"How much money did you make kicking Jerry's ass?"

Evan snorted, and said, "A few thousand. Do you have tuition that needs covering?"

Isobel said, "Are you proposing to pay my college tuition with money that I am morally opposed to you earning?"

"Okay, fair enough."

He drove onto the freeway. Streetlights flashed dim yellow light over the car, blinking like strobe lights as the car sped up.

The drive to the hospital was short and silent. When they got there, a nurse stopped them before they went into the room. She pulled Evan aside.

Isobel stood by the door and waited patiently as the nurse talked to Evan. Evan looked down at her with crossed arms and attentive ears, and nodded as she spoke.

"What's the long-term care look like?"

The nurse looked uncomfortable.

"I'm not sure there will be much in the way of long-term care. Her heart is failing, sir."

Evan nodded. "I understand. Thank you, for letting me know."

"I'll leave you guys to go see her."

Evan and the nurse parted, and when Evan turned around, Isobel could see what no one else could—that Evan was being cracked open, and he was holding it in.