Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(31)

This is exactly why I’m done with the girls that come to the club. They’re all the same and it doesn’t amuse me anymore.

“I’d love for you to take me for a ride. Ever fucked on a motorcycle?”

She lifts the front of her short dress and slides her hand inside her panties as if that’s the key to getting me where she wants me.

“Yes,” I say stiffly, while pulling her other hand away right as she goes to reach for my package. “But I won’t be fucking you on mine.”

Her face looks shocked as she scans my body over with hard eyes. “Seriously? You’re saying no? To this . . .”

I look down at her hand as she begins pumping her finger in and out of her pussy and moaning.

That shit isn’t working on me. I’m not even fucking hard.

“Fuck yes I am.”

Before she can say anything else, I speed out of the parking lot and toward the hospital, not the least bit affected by her attempt to fuck me.

I’ve had hundreds of girls just like her throwing themselves at me since I started stripping at the club. It takes much more to hold my attention now.

Even though it’s dark, I catch heads turning my way, but I ignore them all, until I’m pulling up next to Meadow’s truck.

I park behind it and get off my bike to lean against her vehicle and wait. Running my fingers through my hair, I realize just how sticky I am from that beer.

Maybe I should’ve let Sara pour that pitcher on me. Holy fuck this does not feel good right now, but I didn’t want the ice that was sure to be in that pitcher.

I’m not even waiting for five minutes, when I look up to see Meadow watching me with surprise in her eyes.

It’s as if she didn’t believe I’d really be here. I hate the idea of that.

“You made it. Shirtless . . . but you made it.” She smiles and walks toward me, stopping a few inches in front of me. Her eyes lower down to my bare chest, before raising back up to meet mine. “You really didn’t have to leave work for me. All those screaming women back at the club paying to see the sexy, shirtless man in front of me and you still came to see me?” she teases. “I’m shocked you even remembered my name, Styx.”

My eyes drift a few parking spots over, locking on Jase. He unlocks his Mustang, keeping his brooding eyes on me the whole time as he opens the door, making it clear that he’s watching us.

“I always keep my word and I’ll never forget your name,” I say stiffly, to let Jase know that I plan on sticking around for a while. “What are your plans for tonight?”

I shouldn’t be asking her this, but seeing the look in her eyes when she first saw me standing here, makes it impossible for me not to want to spend time with her right now.

Going back to the club to dance for other women is the last thing on my mind. I can’t. So fuck it.

“My plan was to go home and watch . . .”

Jase pulls up behind us, rolling down his window and interrupting what Meadow was about to say.

“Everything okay out there, babe? Sure you don’t want to take me up on that offer from earlier? We can pick up your car in the morning. It’ll be fine here.”

Instinctively, my arm wraps around Meadow’s waist and I hold her close as she responds to the douchebag.

“Firstly . . . I’m not your babe. Don’t call me that again. Secondly . . . I already told you to fuck off. Goodnight, Jase.”

Grunting, he gives me a dirty look and speeds off, doing a burnout as if that shit is going to intimidate me.

Meadow is distracted with watching him, so I flip her around and press her against her truck.

I can’t help but to notice the way my heart speeds up as soon as our bodies meet. “Did he mess with you today?”

She leans her head back, resting it in my hand, as she looks up at me. “Doesn’t matter. I took care of him. It’s fine.”

Hearing that pisses me the hell off, but there’s nothing I can do now that he’s gone. I’ll have to deal with him later. “You’ve had a long night at work.” I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Follow me.”

I really need to take care of her right now . . .





Meadow

MY HEART IS RACING THE whole time that I’m following Styx to his house. At least I think that’s where I’m following him.

I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t feel the need to. He asked me to follow him and my entire body gave me no other choice but to listen.

He keeps surprising me and I have to admit that I love that.

I never actually expected him to leave work and show back up at the hospital like he said. I’ve become used to words with little action to back them up when it comes to men.