Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(18)

I look away from the computer and stare his sweaty ass down. “So let him take my spot. Tell Cale I’ll be there in an hour. I have something to do first.”

Kash looks stressed as hell at the idea of telling Cale that I’m not coming in early. He grips the doorframe and huffs. “Just hurry the hell up. We might even need Hemy to stay after you get there.”

“I’ll be there.” I write down the info I need and stand up, shoving the paper into my pocket. “You fuckers will be fine until I get there. Pull Kage onto the stage if you need to. He’s been dying to dry hump the floor.”

Kash just nods his head and takes off, running out the door, in a hurry to get to the club. He never wastes an opportunity to make money, especially when it involves women on his dick.

Grabbing my things, I lock the office door behind me and quickly walk through the gym, making sure not to even look in the direction of any of the women here.

Every time I do, they expect me to take them back to my office and fuck them. It was fun in the beginning, but I’m over it. It was just something to pass the time and forget my worries for a while.

There would’ve never been anything more with any of them. Most of them came from Walk Of Shame and got memberships here, after they found out that I ran my uncle’s gym on the side.

I’ve seen every single one of them all over Stone’s and Kash’s dicks as well as mine. I’m tired of women that will jump on the opportunity of taking any one of us to bed that shows them attention first.

I want a woman that is just about me and not all over my ass because of my occupation or because they see me as a hot fuck to brag about.

That’s exactly why I’m headed where I am right now. I’ve waited to see Meadow show up at the club just for fun, but she hasn’t. Which just proves that she was only there to find me to begin with.

If she was there for the entertainment, then she would’ve been back by now. I know . . . because the women I’m used to are always back the next fucking day. Once they come to the club, they become addicted to watching us and wanting us.

Pulling my motorcycle up to the address on Meadow’s profile, I kill the engine and get off my bike.

My heart fucking goes crazy at the sight of Meadow standing on the porch, watching me, when I look up.

Her little tank top has my dick twitching as I take in her tits and tattoos.

She smiles big as I walk toward her, looking just as happy to see me as I am her. “I knew I should’ve put a fake address on that form,” she teases. “Especially after seeing you that first night at the gym.”

When I reach her, I cup her face and back her up against the door. “I would’ve found you anyway.” Gripping her waist, I press my lips against hers, not being as gentle as the last time. I want her and I’m tired of holding back. “Trust me. When I want something as badly as I want you, I don’t give up easily.”

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth as if my kiss hurt her. “Good,” she whispers. “I’m tired of quitters. And men that give up because they find a new toy to play with. With all the toys you have around . . .” she looks up to meet my eyes. “I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

Her words anger me and something inside of me snaps. She thinks that she’s just a fucking toy for me. She has no idea just how fucked up she’s had me since day one. She’s barely left my mind for longer than ten minutes. That’s exactly why I’m here now. I’ve never gone to a woman’s house because I needed to be with them as desperately as I do right now.

I grip her legs and pull them around my waist, pressing my erection against her pussy. “You really have no idea just how much I want you. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have waited until now to do what I’m about to do.”

She grips the back of my hair and brushes her lips over mine. “And what is that?”

I smile against her lips. “Fuck you.” I push the door open and begin carrying her through the house, until I find her bed. “Then I’m going to the club with you all over me because you’re not just some play toy for me, dammit.”

Tired of holding back, I toss her on the bed and rip her jeans down her legs, and then her panties, before flipping her over and slapping her ass, hard.

I wrap my fingers into the back of her long hair and pull as my other hand reaches around to grip her neck. I can feel myself breathing heavily against her ear. “I want you.” I press my cock against her ass and then pull her up so that she can feel my heart racing against her back. “Can you feel how much?”

She nods her head and grips the blanket. “I want you too. Really fucking bad. I’m usually never like this with men. The way you have me thinking about you at all times.”