Walk Of Shame(134)

Relaxing once again, the elderly man places his hands behind his head and lets out a long sigh. “An hour isn’t enough time. What you need to do is teach my damn wife how to do that stuff you do with your hands. That’s what I need.”

I let out an amused laugh while firmly massaging his left calf, being sure to work out the knot as best as I can. “I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Peterson.” I smile down at him as he struggles to look up at me. “But then you may not need me if I do that.”

“Nonsense,” he growls. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I haven’t felt this young in ages. My wife . . .”

Mr. Peterson continues to babble on about his wife, but all I can focus on is the fact that Cale will be here any minute to pick me up. It’s only been eight hours, but it feels a hell of a lot longer since I’ve felt his lips on mine, and it’s driving me insane.

As much as I would like some alone time with him before the cookout, we’re heading straight over to my parents’ to please my mom. She’s been asking when he’s going to come visit her ever since I walked in the damn house a little over a week ago.

My parents haven’t seen Cale in over a year, and I know without a doubt that my mom is going to freak out as soon as he walks in the door. I wouldn’t be surprised if she attacks him with kisses.

She’s always loved Cale, and when I had to leave to help care for my grandmother it seemed as if it hurt her that I had to leave him behind almost as much as it did me. I cried myself to sleep that night, and my mother watched me with wet eyes, telling me that Cale would still be here when I returned. She was right, even though I didn’t believe it at the time.

I shake out of my thoughts in just enough time to see that our time is up. Thank God!

“Alright, Mr. Peterson. We’re out of time.”

Grunting, the old man sits up and stretches as I turn on the sink to wash my hands. “Much better,” he says in a raspy voice. “My wife might just be a lucky lady tonight, thanks to you.”

“Glad I could help,” I say, while trying not to let that image ruin my day. “So I’ll see you the same time next week?”

I get another grunt and a, “Yes,” as he stands up, letting his towel fall to the floor. I’m greeted with the sight of his baggy tightie whities, making me instantly turn my head and cover my face. That’s definitely not a friendly sight.

“Whoa,” I say, taking this as my cue to escape. “I’ll just head out and let you finish up. Tell your wife hello for me.”

I hear a mutter. “Yeah. Yeah.” I quickly dodge out into the hall and shut the door behind me.

“Oh, sweet freedom, how I love you,” I say to myself while making my way past Hailey’s door and down the short hallway.

As I get closer to the front desk I stop and instantly smile when I notice Cale is waiting inside for me. My heart goes crazy just from the sight of him, and I get this sudden urge to run and jump into his arms. Of course I’m not going to though.

I get ready to start walking, but stop and swallow back my jealousy when I notice Kylie’s hand slide across the desk and reach for Cale’s arm. From afar it looks as if she’s rubbing her fingertips over his muscle.

Cale looks down at her hand on his arm, but doesn’t say anything as she leans over the desk in an attempt to get his attention.

Seeing another woman want him in that way feels like getting punched in the gut. Even though he doesn’t seem interested, it still gives me a sick feeling in my stomach.

If it’s like this here—outside of the strip club—I don’t even want to begin to think about what goes on at the club when he’s half naked and shaking his goods for drunken, horny women. I’ve gotten a small glimpse, but I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what could happen. I’m not sure what to do with that.

Sucking it up, I walk up beside Cale and get ready to greet him. Without hesitation Cale turns to me and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair, slamming his lips to mine and pulling me as close as he possibly can.

Talk about taking someone’s breath away. His lips assault mine, repeatedly sucking and tasting me in a way that almost feels desperate. He’s devouring me. Pulling away, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. “Shit, I’ve been waiting all day to do that.”

Kylie looks us both over before rolling her eyes and sitting down in her chair, clearly aware that Cale is not interested now. “Looks like I did someone a favor last week,” she says stiffly. “Better you than Hailey, I suppose.”

Her words somehow piss me off. He’s been my Cale for far longer than this girl even knew he existed. Leaning over the desk, I get ready to say something, but Cale pulls me to him, cutting me off.