I squirmed on the spot, blushing furiously as I fingered the bottom of my dress, making sure I was covered. Neither Carson nor I spoke; we just watched him with open mouths. The guy was clearly unfazed by us getting it on while he was using the toilet. He smiled and washed his hands, taking his time as if this happened to him every day.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. “Holy shit! You’re Carson Matthews!” he cried excitedly. “I’m your biggest fan. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m meeting you! Wow, seriously, wow. You’re a driving god. I swear, you’re my idol!” he gushed, still not fazed by the fact Carson had his jeans undone and was standing between my legs. The newcomer didn’t even seem bothered that my ripped thong was wrapped around Carson’s hand he was in the process of trying to take hold of so he could shake it in greeting.

Could he have not noticed what we were doing?

Carson frowned and nodded, quickly moving my underwear to his other hand before shaking the intruder’s offered one. “Yeah, thanks, dude… er…” He flicked his eyes to me, looking a little confused.

The guy gasped suddenly, his eyes popping open as if he’d only just noticed the situation. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I’m interrupting! Go ahead, get your freak on! Can I get your autograph though?” he asked hopefully.

Carson patted his pocket as he swallowed awkwardly. “Umm… I don’t have a pen. You have one?” he asked, his voice amused as I giggled and pressed my face into his arm, trying to disappear.

The guy groaned. “No. I’ll go get one, though,” he replied as he ran toward the door. “I’ll wait outside until you’re done so I won’t interrupt you again. Have fun and don’t worry, I won’t let anyone back in here. I’ll stand guard on the door for you,” he vowed, nodding enthusiastically. He flicked the lock on the door and practically ran out. I could hear him saying Carson’s name excitedly to himself.

Carson laughed awkwardly. “Well, that ruined the moment.”

I burst out laughing and pulled his mouth back to mine, kissing him softly. It was a nice idea, but maybe I wasn’t supposed to get sex for my birthday; maybe I was being punished or something. He kissed me back passionately, but both of us knew it wasn’t going any further. Carson was right, that guy was a total passion-killer.

He pulled away and brushed one finger down the side of my face, rubbing his nose on the side of mine. “I’ll do this little fantasy of yours another time, I promise,” he whispered.

I smiled and gripped my hand in his hair. “I’ll hold you to that, baby.”

Taking hold of my hips, he gently set me on the floor again. Raising his hand, he showed me my ripped underwear and winced apologetically. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

I giggled and went up on tiptoes, pressing my lips to his softly. “I hope it’s not windy when I leave tonight,” I teased.

He chuckled and took my hand, tossing my underwear into the bin before we walked out of the bathrooms together. As promised, the guy was standing outside the door, his arms folded across his chest, stopping a line of guys who were obviously waiting to use the bathroom. They all cheered and whistled as we walked out. My already-burning cheeks blazed harder as I pressed my face between Carson’s shoulder blades.

The waiting crowd recognised him and all immediately surged around him, asking for autographs and photos. While he was busy, I snuck off back to Lucie, leaving him with the quickly growing crowd.

Lucie looked at me with an ‘I know what you were doing’ expression, and I couldn’t help but giggle guiltily. “That was seriously fast. Maybe he’s not as good as you say he is,” she teased.

I bit my lip and shook my head. “Some guy walked out of the toilet and caught him going down on me on the counter. Man, it was so freaking embarrassing!” I muttered, picking up my drink from the bar and topping it up with the last of the cocktail from the pitcher.

Lucie laughed and held up her glass, knocking it against mine. “Well, here’s to not being interrupted next time,” she toasted, smiling over my shoulder.

An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into a hard chest. I squealed, giggling because I already knew it was Carson. “You’re not supposed to run off and leave me, you know. You should have made some excuse for me and dragged me off, saving me from the crowd,” he whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently.

I smiled and sighed contentedly. Why did it always feel so right being in his arms? Why couldn’t I just get over him already so I wouldn’t feel the heartache when I remembered he wasn’t actually mine to keep? “Sorry, baby,” I said, leaning my head back against his shoulder and closing my eyes.

“Just remember that for next time, huh?” He stroked the side of my head. “Are you tired? I can drive you both home if you want,” he offered, looking from me to Lucie.

I pulled back to look at him as horror built in my chest. “There is no way I’m getting on that bloody bike with you again,” I stated, shaking my head fiercely.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “I do own a car, you know. Why would I offer two drunks a lift home on a bike?” he teased, rubbing his nose against mine lightly.

Oh, yeah, I didn’t think about that.

Lucie cleared her throat. “I’m actually gonna stay out a little longer with the girls. But you take Emma home,” she insisted.

“I’m not leaving you here on your own,” I rejected.