Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(32)

At least the one I trusted the most. He left me at my worst and I still haven’t forgotten.

Styx is proving to be different and with each word that leaves his mouth, I find myself becoming more and more attracted to him and not just physically.

I feel a pull toward him that no other man has been able to make me feel since I’ve closed myself off ten months ago.

Not to mention that the way he looked at Jase in the parking lot was as if he wanted nothing more than to protect me from him and I have to admit that I loved it more than I expected. It made me feel safe and wanted.

A feeling that I miss with everything in me.

My heart continues to race as I pull up in the driveway beside Styx’s motorcycle and unfasten my seatbelt.

I have no idea what he has in mind for us tonight, but I’m dying to find out. Spending time with him is something that I seem to look more forward to with each passing day.

Before I get a chance to even reach over and grab my purse from the passenger seat, my truck door flies open and Styx reaches in to pull me out.

The way he handles me is a complete turn on and I instantly think about sex with him, making me want him again. Once was not enough.

His blue eyes meet mine as he slams my truck door shut and lifts me up, pushing me against the side of my truck with his hips. “I’ve been thinking about taking care of you all night. There’s so many dirty things I want to do to you right now, but I won’t. You deserve so much more. You give so much to others. Let me give to you.”

He closes his eyes and then leans in to kiss my neck, moaning against me. The vibration of his mouth against me has me moaning out load and closing my eyes in enjoyment. “Maybe I want both sides of you, Styx. The caring and the dirty. Maybe I want the dirty right now. Maybe I need it.”

He growls against my neck and then bites it, brushing my skin with his rough beard as he moves. I love the feel of his beard on me. So damn hot. He’s not making it any easier to wait. “I won’t touch you while I have other women on me, Meadow. I need to take care of you first.”

He begins pulling me away from the truck, but I yank his hair, letting him know that I’m not ready to go in yet.

It’s dark and quiet out here. Maybe people are awake . . . maybe they aren’t. Doesn’t matter. I want him. Right. Now.

“Wait . . .”

He stops walking at the sound of my voice, giving me a curious look. “Everything okay?”

I reach in between us and rub my hand over his thick erection, showing him that everything is more than okay. “I just don’t want to go inside yet.”

He has me completely turned on right now and it makes me want to try something that every guy I have been with before has been afraid of doing. The idea of this has always gotten me excited.

He smirks down at me once he realizes what I’m asking him to do. “Right fucking here? We’ll wake the whole neighborhood.”

I nod my head and squeeze his dick through his pants. “I don’t care. Let us wake them then.”

My words cause him to rush to the back of my truck and pull the tailgate down, setting me down inside.

Holy shit, this is really about to happen.

With his eyes burning into me, he grips my hips with force and pulls me down to the edge of the truck bed so my ass is barely hanging on the surface.

Keeping his intense eyes on mine, he pulls my scrubs down my legs, tossing them aside as he admires my body with a moan of appreciation.

His hands roam up my legs and thighs, giving me chills.

Before I can even register what he’s doing, he has my thong in his hands, ripping them from my body with a growl.

My legs tremble with excitement and anticipation of him taking me hard, and I find myself unable to wait. I’m too damn turned on now.

“I need you naked, Styx. Holy shit, you’re so damn sexy.”

A soft rumble comes from his throat as he quirks an eyebrow and grips both of my wrists in his hands, pulling me up to meet his jeans. “You want me naked,” he whispers. “Show everyone how badly. Undress me . . .”

Biting my bottom lip, I unbutton his jeans and yank them down with force, along with his briefs, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfection. And trust me, there’s a lot of inches to take in.

I notice him struggling to reach into his jeans, before he kicks them aside and rips the wrapper of a condom open with his teeth.

My eyes are on his perfect mouth, but lower when he struggles to roll the condom over his erection.

He strokes his lengths a few times, watching as I yank my shirt off over my head and toss it aside, waiting for him to take me how I want him right now.

“Fuck me!” Gripping my thighs, he steps in between them and slams into me, hard.