Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(35)

She’s watching the way my body moves as if she’s hypnotized by it and can’t get enough of it. “I’ve never seen a man move his body as damn sexy as you do,” she whispers.

I lean into her lips and whisper, “You like watching me move, baby? Does it feel as good as it looks?”

She nods her head and moans out as I slam into her and rotate my hips. “So much better. You feel better. Nothing is more real than that.”

Her lips crush mine and she digs into my back as I push in deep and stop, us both breathing into each other’s mouths. “You feel so good wrapped around me. I could do this all fucking night if you’d let me.”

“Then do it,” she growls against my mouth.

And I do.

Until we’re both exhausted and our muscles are shaking.

It’s been a while since I’ve gotten into the gym, but fuck me, this was just the workout I needed.

I’ll do this, every night with her if she’ll let my ass.

And I have a feeling that she’ll be able to keep up . . .



AFTER MEADOW LEFT THIS MORNING to meet up with her friend Mandy, I headed to the gym to get a workout in and meet up with my uncle Wes.

We’ve spent the morning signing all the necessary papers to make the gym mine and catching up since he hasn’t stopped in for months.

“I can’t believe that I’m giving this damn place up,” he says with slight sadness in his voice as he looks around his old office. “It took me years to save up for this place, but family is where it’s at, Styx. Never forget that shit. Your father . . . well he’s a piece of shit and never learned the meaning.”

I toss my pen aside and look across the desk at my uncle. I actually take a lot more after him than I do my father, thank fucking goodness. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me that shit. I learned that at a young age. I hate that son of a bitch. Always will. He’s no father. Never has been.”

“Too fucking bad too. How’s Lily doing? Dana hasn’t heard from her in weeks. Should we be worried or are you still checking up on her every day?”

“You know I am. And I will for as long as I have to until she leaves that piece of shit.”

My uncle looks at me with a smile, before standing up and gripping my shoulder. “I don’t give a shit what anyone says, I’m proud of you. Fuck what your father says about you being a male entertainer. You’re young still and you should live a little. But you’ve got your head on right and you know what’s important. You just need to find it still. That’s why I trust you with this gym. It’s the one thing that I know you love.”

I stand up and throw an arm around him, letting him know that I appreciate his words. “Thanks, man. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you over the years.”

“Well you’d be a male stripper of course.” He raises a brow and smiles. “But you wouldn’t have a gym.”

I smile back and start cleaning my desk off. “Can’t argue that. And I love your ass for it too.”

He walks away to leave, but stops at the door and turns back to face me. “Love your ass too. Tell your mom hi for me and that she needs to call us once in a damn while. Or at least answer the phone more.”

“I will. Now get out of here so you can get on the road with your family. I’ll come visit when you guys get back.”

“Alright, man. I’ll you see you later.”

“Later, Wes.”

After my uncle leaves, I sit back down at my desk and look around the office, feeling proud as fuck to be the owner of this gym. I’ve spent the last four years practically running it and putting my time into it.

What I’m dreading is the talk with Cale, letting him know that I’m going to have to cut it down to two days a week at the club.

I want to make sure that I’m here more for my staff and members. I haven’t been able to do that with the club being so busy for the last two months.

I hear a knock at my door, before Slade lets himself in and takes a seat at my desk, dressed in that fancy ass button down and slacks that he sports now that he’s a lawyer again.

He grins and tosses a Walk Of Shame flyer my way. “Shit, I don’t miss going to that place and shaking my cock for hundreds of screeching women.”

I get comfortable in my seat and look him over. He’s gotten bigger since last time. It’s been months since I’ve seen him. I used to see him at least two times a week, but my schedule has had me all messed up and tired.

“Fuck . . . your ass has gotten big. I see you’ve been here almost every day after work now. Everything good with Aspen?”

He laughs as if I just asked a stupid question. Hell, it was a stupid question.