Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(28)

He looks me over with a cocky smile that shows me that he doesn’t give a shit about what I’m saying right now.

The asshole has to be about eighteen or nineteen at most. So I’m sure he still gets off with a lot of warnings, but fuck that. Not with me.

I reach into the window and slam his head into the steering wheel as hard as I can. “I’ll be watching you, asshole.”

Turning around, I chuck his keys across the street and then hop back on my bike, revving the engine as he watches me through the windshield, while holding his nose.

He’s lucky I didn’t break it.

I feel a bit better and I find myself grinning like a fool as I pull up at the burger joint and order for two.

I have some thanking to do myself . . .





Meadow

I CAN’T HELP BUT TO think that Jase has been keeping his eye on me extra closely over the last few days.

Every time I turn around, he’s there asking me if I need something or if I want to go outside to his car and work off some steam. Seriously? I’ve worked with him for over a year and not once has he seemed so clingy until now.

At one point I might’ve wanted this kind of attention from him, but not anymore. Now that I’m getting it . . . it feels completely different than I expected.

Styx shows me attention in a way that makes me feel wanted and special. Jase has been showing me attention in a way that makes me feel smothered and annoyed as hell.

I hear something come from outside the door and immediately assume that it’s Jase creeping around the corner to hit on me again. It’s getting really damn old.

“I’m busy, Jase,” I huff. “I’ve got patients to take care of and so do you. Leave me alone, please.”

I inhale a deep breath and slowly release it when I hear the door to the room close and footsteps heading my way.

Fluffing up the pillow and getting the bed as comfortable as possible for the next patient, I speak, without turning around to face him. I’m not in the mood for his games and to be honest, he’s sort of pissing me off at the moment.

I might just snap if I look at him.

Styx has been the only thing on my mind all day and Jase is ruining any quiet moment that I manage to get to think about what happened last night and remember just how good it felt to wake up with him in my bed.

He looked so damn sexy, laying there naked, wrapped up in my sheets and I want every second that I can get to picture just that.

“No, I won’t go to your car with you and no, I won’t take you to my truck.”

Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against a hard body. His scent and the way he touches me, gives him away. “Then how about my motorcycle?”

Only Styx could make my heart beat the way it is at this very moment. I’ve learned that very quickly.

“What are you doing here?” I ask with a grin, while grabbing his arms. “Miss me already?” I tease.

He smiles against my neck, before tilting it to the side and gently biting it with his perfect mouth. “Maybe. Or maybe I got the feeling that you missed my mouth.”

His hand lowers down the front of my scrubs and in between my legs, cupping me. “And my hands.”

Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes and let out a small moan as he slips a finger inside and then pulls it out. “Your pussy definitely misses me, Meadow. Not sure I’ll believe your mouth if it tells me no.”

He turns me around and looks me in the eye as he sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting me. “Mmmm . . . My mouth misses everything on this perfect little body.”

“Styx . . .” I breathe out, as he lowers down to this knees in front of me. “We can’t do this right here.” I grip his hair and tug when his warm mouth lowers down the front of my body, kissing me on the way as he lowers my panties. “A patient is . . . Oh my God . . . Styx . . .”

As soon as his tongue swirls around my clit, I lose all train of thought, gripping onto the bed railing for support.

His strong hands grip my thighs and squeeze as his mouth consumes my mind, body and soul, making it hard to think of the fact that we could get caught at any moment and I could possibly lose my job.

All that exists in this moment is Styx’s tongue on my body, pleasuring me in a way that only Styx can.

“You took care of me at my work . . .” He stops to suck my clit into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. It has me shaking above him. “Now I’m returning the favor.”

Blindly, I struggle to lower the railing on the bed behind me, desperate for his mouth to keep going. “Move this . . .” I breathe out. “I need it gone. Now.”

Styx smiles up at me, before reaching behind me and lowering the railing. Without saying a word, he grips my hips and raises me to the bed, pulling my ass to the very edge.