Walk Of Shame(133)
“Touch me,” he growls out.
Looking around me, I realize just how dark it is and how high up we are in his truck. It gives me the courage that I need. Reaching over, I take him in my hand, stroking him, and imagining that we’re the old Cale and Riley. I’m finally able to touch this man and it feels so damn good.
Leaning toward him, I take him in both hands and pump as fast as I can. Cale has me on the verge of orgasm. “Keep going,” I moan. “Faster, Cale.”
Turning the corner, Cale slams the truck into park and leans into me, fucking me with his fingers as fast and hard as he can, until I’m squirming in my seat, my arousal covering his fingers.
Not even a few seconds later Cale falls apart beneath my touch, releasing himself onto his shirt. “Fuck me, Rile,” he says through heavy breaths. “You’ve got me feeling like a fucking horny teenage boy again.”
I burst into laughter in between heavy breaths. “I hope that’s not a bad thing.”
Shaking his head, he pulls his shirt off and balls it up, before tossing it in the backseat. “Nothing you do to me can ever be bad, babe.”
I feel my heart soar as he flashes me his sweet, dimpled smile. He’s the most beautiful man in the world and here I am in his truck. I’m finally able to do the things to him that I’ve wanted to do for most of my life, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Shifting the truck into drive, Cale reaches over, intertwining his fingers in mine. “I’m happy that you’re back.”
“Me too,” I say with a smile. “Oh . . . I almost forgot.” I shift in my seat so that I can face him. “My parents are having a cookout tomorrow and they want you to come. They’ve been asking about you. Aspen and Slade will be there too. Are you up for it?”
He smiles while pulling into his driveway. “You know I’m in. I haven’t had the chance to bug your parents in a long time; too damn long.”
I roll my eyes at just how much my mom loved Cale. I swear she had her own little crush on him. “I’m sure my mom won’t mind one bit.”
He points to his tight chest and abs. “I’m not sure she can handle all this new goodness that I have. Your father might have to keep her contained.”
“Someone’s a little cocky.” I lean in and motion for him to meet me half way. “Come here.”
Smiling, he leans in and reaches his hand behind my neck. Just as he’s about to kiss me, I grab his nipple and twist it. “Mmm . . .” he moans. “Are you trying to work me up again?”
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I slap his chest, before letting my hand trail down it. “A little sleep would be nice . . . so . . .” I bite his bottom lip and pull away. “I think I’ll go to bed instead.”
He gives me a long, serious look, before jumping out of the truck and running over to my side.
Before I can lock it he pulls my door open and reaches inside, tossing me over his shoulder. “You should know better than to tease me, Rile. Haven’t you learned anything about me over the years?”
He shuts the door and slaps my ass, before laying me down into the grass and crawling above me.
Looking into his eyes, I tangle my fingers into the back of his hair. “I don’t want this to end, Cale.”
He swallows and reaches down to brush my hair out of my face. “No one says it has to.”
“But . . .” I stop to collect myself. “What if it ruins us? I can’t lose you, Cale.”
Pushing my thigh up, he presses himself into me and kisses me long and gentle, before pulling away. “I will never let that happen. I’ll die before it does.”
Rolling over, he pulls me into his chest and we both lay here, looking up at the night sky just like we used to do some nights after a late night swim at his house. It’s so calm and relaxing that I almost feel myself falling asleep, but I keep catching myself, not wanting to lose one minute that I have with Cale.
“It’s okay if you fall asleep,” Cale whispers. “I’ll carry you inside.”
I shake my head and wrap my fingers in his. “I’m fine . . .” I yawn. “I’m not going to fall asleep.”
“That’s what you always say,” he says softly.
Next thing I know, I’m falling asleep in his arms . . . just like I always did.
Cale has always been my comfort and safety . . .
“HURRY UP,” I MUTTER UNDER my breath while looking up at the clock on the wall. “Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes.”
Mr. Peterson attempts to sit up, but I politely push him back down onto the table. “No more flipping over please, Mr. Peterson. We only have ten minutes left of your session.”