Walk Of Shame(33)

She laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound I have heard from her. I’ve never heard her laugh before and it’s nice to see this side of her. “Yeah, well I’m glad you’re smarter than most. I would hate to have another reason to hate you. I already have too many to count.” She pauses to push my shoulder and smile. “And thank you. Now I have one less reason to hate you. It’s a start.”

This makes me laugh. “Is that right?” I pick her up by her hips and set her on my desk. “I can show you a few good reasons not to hate me.” I pause as I lick my lips. “Oh yeah. I already have.”

She punches my chest, but this time it’s playful and not out of pure hate or fuck me anger. I catch her fist and bite it to tease her. “You’re such an ass. Do you know that?”

I nod my head and bite her harder while smiling up at her. She laughs and starts tickling me when I don’t let go. “Ouch! Let go, Slade.” She laughs and tickles me harder.

I didn’t realize I was ticklish until now. I find myself squirming until I finally release her fist and let her jump down from the desk. She smiles at me and clears her throat. “Okay . . . I’m going now. Goodnight.”

“Why not just sleep in my bed?” I grab her body from behind and pull it close to mine. I have no idea what I’m saying or doing. All I know is that it’s late and I’m tired as shit. “Let Cale have his bed tonight. I’m pretty sure he’s bringing some chick home. He’s going to need the privacy.”

She hesitates before spinning around in my arms. “You don’t mind me sleeping in your bed?” Her eyes narrow as she watches for my reaction.

For some reason, at the moment, I don’t. “Nah. Tomorrow you can go back to hating me from a distance. Tonight, you can hate me from my fucking bed. I promise it’s a lot more comfortable than Cale’s damn bed.”

I watch her as she walks past me, smiles small and crawls into my bed. She doesn’t say another word. She just looks up at me and keeps her eyes on me until I crawl in beside her and flip the lamp off. It only takes a few minutes before I crash out.



IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE night and I try to roll over, but I can’t. That’s when I realize that there’s a body draped over mine. My eyes shoot open and I sit up in a panic, causing Aspen to move but not wake up. I forgot she was in my bed.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking when I asked her to sleep in my bed with me, but it’s so unlike me. It must’ve been the adrenaline of finally getting her to have sex with me. That’s my only excuse.

Stepping out of bed, I search for a cigarette in the darkened room, open the window and light it. I really need to get my shit together. My whole body is shaking and I’m covered in sweat.

I take a huge drag, close my eyes and let the harsh smoke fill my lungs before releasing it. I have to admit that she looks fucking beautiful lying there naked on my sheets and the thought of slipping back inside her is eating at me. It felt good. A lot better than I expected it to. I had never been so turned on in my life.

Fuck!

I put my cigarette out on the windowsill and take a deep breath while running my fingers through my hair, to keep from punching something. I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to go down to our gym and work this shit off. Like now.

Fucking get a grip, Slade.





ROLLING OVER, I LAZILY OPEN my eyes and stretch; a very long, hard stretch. It only takes me a few seconds for my eyes to focus and remember where I’m at: Slade’s room. Panic sets in and I sit up straight, pulling the sheet over my naked body. I was sleeping so well that I forgot where the hell I was at. Not a good thing. Not good at all.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I back up against the wall and look around to see I’m alone in the big, quiet room. Slade must have gotten up in the middle of the night and left. A part of me is glad. The last thing I want to do is face his smug ass and listen to him rub in the fact that he finally got what he wanted; not to mention that is was great. It was the best I’ve ever had and I can’t deny it. My body already gave me away.

I tried so hard to resist. I really did, but he’s too good. He’s damn good at getting what he wants and he knows it. He knew I would eventually cave in and put my hate and frustration into fucking him. It’s what he wanted. He likes it rough and meaningless. Well, that’s exactly what he got.

While mentally cursing to myself, I jump out of his bed and look around for something to put on. I really need to get out of his room before he comes back. I don’t want to see him right now. I can’t.

Shit. Why did I let him rip my dress?