Walk Of Shame(28)

“That, asshole, is all mine. I’ve already gotten a taste and I’m not sharing.” I reach for the nearest shot glass and slam it back, closing my eyes as the slight burning sensation slides down my throat, giving me a temporary feeling of relief. It’s nothing strong enough though. Not even enough to give me a buzz.

“Well, good luck with that shit, bro. It seems that asshole at the bar thinks otherwise.” He pauses for a second as I open my eyes and look up. He points and grips my shoulder. “She doesn’t seem too happy. You better take care of that shit before I do.”

I growl as some drunken asshole grabs her by the hips and attempts to pull her into his lap. I can see, even from back here that she isn’t into it. “Shit! I’ll be right back. Start without me.” I slam the shot glass down and take off towards the bar. I am so heated right now, I could break this mother fucker’s jaw.

I can slightly make out what they’re saying as I get closer and I am right. This asshole is definitely drunk. Not a good move on his part.

“I said no, asshole.” Aspen reaches for his hand and tries prying it away from her waist while looking out in the crowd as if searching for someone. Neither one of them seem to take notice of me approaching. That’s cool with me. I’m still going to fuck him up.

“Come on, baby.” The guy ignores her and tightens his grip on her, pulling her down to his lap. This only pushes me further. “Look at that fine ass. I want it in my lap. We could go somewhere more private if you want.”

Swinging her arm back, she elbows him in the face and stomps on his foot. “I said, let go!”

The guy stands up, pushes her and grabs his nose that is now dispersing blood. “You fucking bitch. I will-”

Anger boiling up inside me, I reach for the back of the guy’s head and slam it down onto the bar beside him as hard as I can. The guy groans out in pain, obviously not expecting it as he reaches for his hair to try to release it from my tight grip.

Yeah, well suck on that, mother fucker.

“Fucking touch her again and I will break both your arms and make your small fucking dick unusable. Got it?” I lean in next to his ear and slam his head down onto the bar again to get my point across. Then I whisper, “Never touch what is mine again.”

I look up with the guy’s hair still wrapped in my hand and am not surprised to see all eyes on me as I stand there breathing heavily. It’s not often fights happen in here since the majority of population is women. My bad, but he fucking asked for it.

Aspen is looking at me with a heated look as if by hurting this prick turned her on. Well, fuck me. It turned me on too. I didn’t know she had it in her. I like seeing her hurt someone. It’s hot; especially, while she’s wearing that sexy little dress.

Licking my lips, I push the asshole’s head down, release his hair and walk toward Aspen. Placing one hand on her hip, I look behind her right as her friend is approaching. “Aspen won’t be needing a ride.” I look up at Cale as he gives me a concerned look, just now realizing what happened. “Give me the fucking keys,” I growl out.

Digging in his pocket, he looks to Aspen. She doesn’t take notice because she’s too busy still looking at me with a very confused look on her face. She doesn’t know whether to slap me or jump on me and ride me. I’ll take either one. “What the fuck, man. You’re not even going to finish your shift?” He tosses me the keys, already knowing my answer, and I quickly reach out and catch them.

“Nope. I have better shit to do. Take care of this asshole. Get him out of here.” Grabbing Aspen’s hand, I drag her past the curious crowd and out of the bar. Once outside I swing my truck door open, pick her up and set her inside.

She still hasn’t said a word and I know why. She knows she’s finally lost the war within herself. I’m about to fuck her and even she can’t deny the sexual tension between us. It needs to be dealt with and there is only one way; to fuck and to fuck hard.

The look that she’s giving me is enough to push me over the edge. I’m trying to be respectful, but I may just say fuck it and take her here and now before we can even make it back to the house.

Fuck me.





LEANING AGAINST THE SIDE OF the truck, I pull out a cigarette, light it and take a long drag. That mother fucker is lucky I don’t go right back inside and shove my fist down his fucking throat. I never want to see that shit again. I can’t. I just fucking can’t.

I hear the sound of Aspen’s heels hit the pavement beside me, but right now I’m too pissed to even look up. I’m standing there staring at my shoes, trying to keep my cool. If she opens her mouth right now, there’s a huge chance I will bend her over and fuck her right now. I have way too much shit going on in my head; not to mention that asshole inside has just pushed me over the edge.