Walk Of Shame(17)

What an asshole.

“Fuck you!” I scream as I dig my nails into his back, wanting to hurt him. “You’re such an asshole.”

He freezes and looks me dead in the eyes, clenching his jaw muscles. His eyes look fierce and I start to wonder if maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

“I’m-”

“Don’t finish that,” he cuts me off.

Without saying another word, he lifts me up off the motorcycle and holds me up high enough for me to squeeze my thighs against his face. I can feel his lips brushing my clit and it already makes me want to lose control.

Oh shit.

Gripping my ass in his hands, he squeezes while his tongue works on catering to the aching throb between my legs. I grab onto his hair as I arch my back and scream. I scream so loud that it hurts. It actually hurts. My heels dig into his back as I continue to hang here while he pleasures me. He doesn’t seem like this is straining him at all.

I have never felt anything so good in my life. This is definitely not what I was expecting. I feel the heat surging through my body and I can tell that I’m almost there. I’m so damn close that it hurts. “Shit, it feels so good. Don’t stop, Slade. Faster . . .”

He grips me tighter and sucks my clit into his mouth right as my body trembles in his arms and I’m brought to climax by his tongue. Damn, that magical tongue. I’m so damn ruined.

“Holy shit, Slade. What did you just do to me?” I suck in a deep breath and release it. My heart is pounding so fast that I’m starting to feel dizzy. “Put me down, dammit. Put me down.”

He runs his hands up my legs before grabbing my waist and helping me down to my feet. His eyes bore into mine as I take a step back and reach down for my shorts as fast as I can.

I feel like such an idiot for letting him get me off. I don’t even like this guy. He’s a jerk; nothing but trouble. The fucking devil in disguise, looking to taint my soul and consume my every thought. I really need to get out of here.

He leans against his bike, giving me a cocky look as I quickly slip my shorts on and wipe the water off of my face. “I’m ready to go. Take me back to the house.”

Without saying a word, he reaches for his helmet, slips it on my head and jumps onto the bike. I grab his hand as he offers it for help. “What about your shirt?”

“Fuck it. I don’t need it.” I feel his chest rumble as he laughs under his breath. “What about your panties?”

“Screw you, Slade.”

He revs up the engine, makes sure I’m holding on tight and then takes off.



THE RAIN STOPPED ALMOST IMMEDIATELY after we left. The ride back was in total silence. Exactly how I expected it to be. By the time we get back to the house, all I want to do is get as far away from Slade as I can. I feel so stupid for letting him work me up the way he did and catch me in a moment of weakness.

All it does is show him that he’s right; he gets whatever he wants. I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen, that I would be good this week and take some me time to figure out my life. So much for that. I feel like such a failure for being so careless.

I quickly hop off the motorcycle and slide the helmet off my head. Slade stays seated and watches me as I hand him the helmet. I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks shirtless on that damn motorcycle. Those tattoos and that damn perfect body. I hate it. No one should be allowed to look that devilishly sexy. “You’re not coming in?” He slides the helmet on his head and adjusts the crotch of his jeans.

He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”

I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”

He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.

Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.

I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.