Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2)(9)

The next song comes on so I sit up straight and grab my drink, prepared to see Styx comes out, looking sexy and tempting.

I’m a little disappointed when the other two guys walk out instead and start dancing on the main floor as if the individual shows are over for the night.

“Where’s this Styx guy you were talking about? Is it his night off or something?”

I let out a breath of disappointment and grab my drink, about ready to get up and drop it off at the bar to leave. “Maybe it is. Crap!”

Mandy’s eyes shift to behind me and go wide when a pair of hands grip my waist. “Maybe not.”

Quickly, I turn around to see Styx standing behind me, dressed in a pair of ripped up, faded jeans and a white tee, hugging his firm chest. “Couldn’t get enough of me?”

A smile takes over as I watch him watching me. He looks extremely amused. “Thought I would catch a show and see what you’re made of.” I set my drink down and grab my purse. “Guess I picked a bad night.”

He smirks and grips my hip when I try to walk away. “Or maybe you picked a good one.”

Before I get a chance to respond, he grabs my hand and begins pulling me through the crowd. Girls grab at him from everywhere, screaming and going crazy, but he ignores them, stopping when we get to a hallway with private rooms.

“What about Mandy? I can’t just leave her out there by herself.”

“Kage is keeping her busy for the next twenty minutes.” He lifts a brow and smiles. “You wanted to see what I’m made of, right? Now’s your chance.” He leans in close to my ear, his breath hitting my skin. “Unless you think you can’t handle it. It’s okay if you can’t. A lot of women lose it behind these doors.”

I nod my head in response, unable to form words that won’t sound stupid at the moment.

Opening the door to the private room, he guides me inside and backs me up, until I’m sitting on a couch.

I swallow and begin shifting in my seat as Pony by Ginuwine comes through the speakers, causing Styx to grind his hips and run his hands down his chest and abs.

Between the darkness, the hot song, and his sexy dancing, I instantly break out in a sweat, needing to fan myself off.

I can’t believe that I’m watching the hot guy from the gym strip right now.

Moving to straddle my lap, he slowly grinds his hips against me, while running my hands down his body this time. Every dip of muscle feels so damn good beneath my fingers, that I find myself getting wet, just thinking about them flexing above me.

“What?” he questions with a cocky smile. “Like the way my body feels under your hands?”

Biting my bottom lip, I grab his nipple through the fabric and twist the bar a little. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” I admit.

He leans in close to my ear and presses his lips against me. “Don’t be afraid to touch me anywhere you want. This is your moment to live out any hot little fantasy that’s running through your head right now with no judgement.” He thrusts his hips against me and grips my hair so damn sexy that my pussy clenches. “It’s just the two of us.”

Pulling away from me, he sits up straight and yanks his shirt off over his head.

My eyes widen when I take in just how glorious and beautiful his body truly is. Every tattooed muscle has me wanting to trace the outline for hours.

I’d use my tongue on Styx.

He surprises me by picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Looking me in the eye, he backs me up, pressing me against the wall. Then he pins my hands above my head, thrusting me up with his hips as if he’s fucking me.

I let out a little moan, lost in the moment, as he rotates his hips and slows down, looking me right in the eye. His eyes stay locked on mine as if he’s daring me to look away, but I don’t. I can’t.

He’s hard now and I can feel his thickness pushing against me.

It’s so extremely hot that I can just feel myself getting wetter with each move of his hips and completely turned on by this man.

Something about the way he’s dancing for me just seems so intimate and deep.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, when I feel his lips press against my neck and his hands cup my face.

It feels good so I allow it to happen for a few moments, until I feel his lips press down next to mine.

“No,” I whisper, as I turn my face. “I don’t know you, Styx.”

He seems to like this response, because he smiles as if I’ve just proved something to him. “Good.”

Backing me away from the wall, he places me back on the couch and steps away to strip out of his jeans.

My heart jumps out of my chest with excitement when I look down at his tight boxer briefs to see just how hard and huge that he really is.