Cale (Walk of Shame #3)(13)

Standing up, I give her a surprised look as she starts ushering me toward the door. “How damn rude. You’re just going to kick your big sister out like that?”

We both look over to the hallway when Slade appears dripping wet, his waist wrapped in a small towel that leaves little to the imagination.

“Damn,” we both say in unison.

Aspen gives me a little shove as Slade smiles at us and runs a hand through his wet hair. “Hell yes I am. You have somewhere to be and I have someone to do. Goodbye.”

I wave goodbye to Slade as Aspen shoves me outside and kisses me on the side of the head. “Love you too,” I mumble.

“Love you, sis, but you gotta go right now.” She hands me my purse. “Slade says hi and bye and hopes to see you soon. Tell Cale we love him. Buh bye.”

I roll my eyes and smile when the door closes in my face. As rude as this was . . . I want that. I want to want someone like that and for him to want me just as much. I never felt that with Tyler. Yeah, I loved him and he loved me, but we were never desperate for each other and never just had to have each other. What I wouldn’t give to have that feeling, and if I were to admit it to myself, I sort of felt that way last night when being in Cale’s arms. I felt this want and need to be close to him. Sort of like I do now.

I blow out a breath while walking to my car.

Walk Of Shame . . . here I come.

I get hit with a brick of nerves as soon as I pull into the parking lot of Walk Of Shame and see how many cars are occupying the lot. It’s packed and finding parking won’t be easy.

“Holy shit, these women don’t play around,” I mutter. Grabbing my wallet, I shove my purse under my seat and hop out of my car, pressing the lock behind me.

Just walking in the door of this place is overwhelming. My ears are instantly assaulted with the sound of screaming women and I can barely concentrate as the guy at the door checks my I.D. I keep my eyes on the crowd of loud and crazy women as the guy places my I.D back in my hand and greets the group of women behind me.

The crowd is pretty much shoulder to shoulder and I can barely see what’s happening on the stage. That is until Cale jumps down into the crowd and starts grinding his hips to the music while bending some girl over as if he’s fucking her.

He’s wearing a short pair of red boxer briefs and his muscular body is covered in sweat as he continues to grind behind her, working her nice and good, before thrusting her away with his dick and dropping to the floor as if he’s making love to someone below him. He’s working his hips so powerfully and with such a perfect rhythm that it takes my breath away just imagining being below him. Now I know what my sister meant by not being able to handle this place. I’ll never be able to look at Cale the same now, and I’m pretty positive that there’s no way that man is still a virgin. I guess I didn’t really expect him to be . . .

Holy. Hotness.





I SLOW MY RHYTHM AND close my eyes as I picture Riley below me. These women might be imagining me fucking them, but I’m imagining fucking Riley, nice and slow, and taking care of her every fucking need.

I feel hands grab at me and start tugging on my briefs, trying to get me naked. Someone gets my briefs down far enough in the back that my whole ass is hanging out, so I push myself back to my feet, smile at the ladies, and slowly thrust the air, giving them a view of my bare ass flexing.

Right as I’m pulling my briefs back up I look to the left and set my sights on Riley. She’s looking at me with wide eyes, appearing slightly uncomfortable and out of place. My body instantly reacts to seeing her and I have to fight against my erection, knowing that these red boxer briefs will do nada to hide what I’m thinking.

Ignoring all the women around me, I walk toward her, letting her know that I see her. The last thing I want is for Riley to feel as if she doesn’t belong when she’s here to see me. She’s the most important woman in this damn room and I’m about to show her that.

When I approach Riley, I wrap my hands into the back of her hair and bury my face into the softness of her neck, pulling her as close to me as humanly possible.

She’s stiff at first, but loosens up and grabs my forearms as I run my lips up her neck, grinding my hips against her. I hear her let out a little gasp as my erection presses against her stomach, and that little sound alone is enough to make me want her even more than ever.

“You came to see me,” I whisper against her neck. I grab one of her legs and wrap it around my waist as I dig my hips into her. “You’re the most beautiful girl in this room, Riley. I promise you that.”

Reaching for her other leg, I pick her up and wrap both of her legs around my waist, thrusting my hips into her, nice and slow as if fucking her. My hands grip her ass and I hold her as close to me as I can, grinding her against me.