Cale (Walk of Shame #3)(23)

I would’ve never thought of my first time being like this, but it was perfect. This pool is where Cale and I spent most of our time in the summer. This pool is where I imagined giving myself to him numerous times. This pool is the last memory I had of him over the last six years.

Now this pool is where we’ve given ourselves to each other. It’s our pool. Our memory to keep and I’ll never forget his moment. Ever.

I feel Cale smile against my neck, before he kisses it and pulls out of me. “Holy shit.” Cupping my face, he kisses me long and hard before resting his forehead to mine. “I want to take you again, right here, right now. Is that bad?”

I let out a small laugh and smile. “No,” I say breathless. “It’s definitely not bad.”

He releases my face and pulls his pants back up. “I have a feeling we should get out of here. You were kind of loud.” He smiles and I slap his chest.

“Oh . . . just me?”

He laughs and hops out of the pool, pulling me out behind him. He quickly grabs for his shirt and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

He carries me through the grass and over to his truck, the two of us soaking wet and laughing. Setting me down against his truck, he kisses me one last time before opening the door for me, and giving me a boost inside.

When we arrive back at his house, he lets us both in and immediately undresses me as soon as he closes the door behind us, dropping our soaked clothes to the floor.

After we’re both completely naked and standing here, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist before carrying me to his bed.

He crawls in behind me and snuggles up against me, covering us up. He notices me shivering, so he pulls me closer to warm me up, just as he always has. “I got you, Rile. I’ll always have you.”

I smile to myself and grip his arms, feeling completely satisfied and alive, knowing that he does. He’s always had me . . .





I’VE BEEN LAYING HERE FOR the last three hours thinking about tonight. Being inside of Riley was the best feeling in the damn world, and I know without a doubt that no other woman would have been able to make me feel that way. I’ve always known that and that’s why I waited for her.

Fuck having meaningless sex just to experience a bunch of women and get off. None of that matters and I know damn well that it could never feel as good as having sex with someone you have a personal connection with. When you have that, the pleasure is intensified. You feel everything.

Watching Riley sleeping in my arms makes me want to bury myself between her thighs and really take her. She’s seen my sweet side. I just hope she can handle my dirty side too, because she’s about to experience it real soon. I’ll let her sleep it off for tonight, because I’m not going to be selfish with her. Riley doesn’t deserve that shit.

Pulling Riley as close as I can, I bury my face into the back of her neck and gently kiss her, wanting to show how deeply I care about her.

“Goodnight, Rile,” I whisper.

The real pleasure is about to start . . .



SLADE, HEMY AND STONE ARE sitting around like idiots, looking at me as if I’ve grown a second dick. If it doesn’t stop, then I’m going to nut punch the closest one.

“What are you idiots looking at?” I shove a fry in my mouth, eyebrow raised, as I look around the table.

Slade stands up and walks over, sandwich and all, stopping in front of me. “Stand up.”

I stand up.

He smirks. “I want to shake your dick and congratulate it on finally becoming a man.”

I shove him backward, making him bump into Hemy. “Fuck you.” I reach down and adjust my hard dick. Thoughts of Riley naked have been on my mind all morning, leaving me hard, and there’s definitely no hiding it. “Talk all you want, assholes.”

Stone gets up and starts fucking the edge of the table like an idiot. “Is this how you did it?” He slows down and acts as if he’s about to blow his load.

“How the fuck do you idiots even know my business?”

Hemy nods to Slade. “This asshole told me in a text. Ask him.”

Slade shrugs his shoulder while biting into his steak sandwich. “Aspen, man. Your girl was on the phone with her for a good hour, talking about how sweet and passionate it was.”

The guys start laughing as if it bothers me. Fuck them. I can’t help it that I’m good at making love. “Laugh all you want, because I’m going to make that girl feel so fucking good that all of your women will be complaining to each other and talking shit about how all you guys care about are your own dicks. My woman will be completely satisfied. So fuck you.”

“Your woman?” Slade asks with a sly grin. “It’s like that already?”