Kash (Walk of Shame 2nd Generation #3)

by Victoria Ashley

  Dammit, Eden. Don’t go there . . .

  “You do realize it’s my job to massage you, right?” I try to ask calmly. “I work here. This is weird and could possibly get me fired.”

  “It won’t get you fired and this is not weird,” he says with a hint of laughter. “I never find a man taking care of a woman to be weird. Now lay down and relax because I’m not leaving without giving you a taste.”

  I suck in a breath and close my eyes to the feel of his strong hands on my shoulders, taking charge. “Can you at least put a towel on so you’re not massaging me naked? Now that is weird.”

  “If that’s what you really want.”

  “I do,” I answer quickly, even though I can barely even convince myself I’m telling the truth.

  I feel his warm breath hit my ear, before he speaks against it, causing chills to run over my flesh. “Are you sure? I massage better in the nude. It’s a proven fact.”

  A moan escapes me as his strong hands work down my back to grab the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up over my bra. As soon as his big hands meet my bare skin, I feel my body heat up from his touch and instantly melt into him.

  I barely even notice him undo my bra and at this point, I don’t care, because his hands feel fantastic.

  “Yes,” I groan as he begins to rub harder, going deeper, almost distracting me from the fact that he still hasn’t put a towel on. “Please put a towel on. This is already unusual for me. It’s not every day I allow a client to put their hands on me. Just please . . .”

  His hands leave me for a few seconds, my body immediately missing the feel of his hands touching me and taking care of me. I’ve definitely been missing out over the years, always being on the giving end and not the receiving end.

  Holy shit . . . this man’s hands are pure magic.

  My body melts again, the second his hands return and I find myself relaxing and just letting him take charge as he lifts my shirt higher and moves his way up my body, touching me so damn good.

  I’m so used to overseeing everything, that it feels fantastic just letting go for a few moments and leaving things in the hands of someone else.

  Even if it is a half-naked stranger with a body like a Greek God.

  As soon as his hands find their way down to my thighs to spread them, I suck in a breath and grip the bottom of the table.

  “Relax, Eden.” He lets out a deep laugh and lifts my leg higher, sliding his hands up my shorts a little, causing my body to react from his closeness.

  It feels so sexual, but so damn relaxing at the same time. I’m not sure if I should be turned on from this, but I totally am. No wonder why these men show up naked and pop boners from my hands rubbing them.

  This is a lot more erotic than I ever knew. Truthfully, I tried to block any ideas of my job being sexy in any way. Was the only way to handle it.

  But thanks to Kash . . .

  “I’m not going to massage your pussy. That kind of massage, I make sure I’m naked for and you’ve already forced me to cover up. So, you’re out of luck.”

  There he goes again being sexy and humorous at the same damn time. The perfect balance.

  “Don’t talk.” I moan out and bite my lip as he switches to my right thigh now, getting extremely close to my vagina, but being respectful enough to keep a safe distance. His grip on my thigh is tight. Honestly, this feels too good to make him stop, so I’m going to just go with the flow for once. “Just rub . . . yes . . . right there. Oh wow . . .”

  It’s completely quiet for a few minutes, him taking the time to take care of me, before he speaks again, his voice sounding a bit breathy.

  “We’re going to have to set up a time for me to give you a real massage, Eden. You’re too fucking tense and ten minutes isn’t even close to enough time for me to take care of you the right way. Your body needs dedication.”

  Releasing my thigh, he moves his way up my body to clasp my bra and pull my shirt back down.

  The way his fingertips graze my flesh on the way down, causes goosebumps to cover my body and heat me up at the same time.

  “Yeah well, I don’t have a lot of time to take care of myself these days. I’m not what’s most important in my life. I haven’t been for a while now.”

  “Then you should be that for someone else,” he says as I flip over and sit up to see him facing the wall and pulling his sweats up. “Just another reason for you to let me make you important even if it’s only for thirty minutes out of your day. It doesn’t sound like other men have done that for you. They were fucking idiots and obviously didn’t know how to take care of a woman.”

  I watch his back muscles flex as he reaches for the door handle and pauses. “Get my number from Riley. And by the way . . .” he turns around and faces me, showing his face for the first time tonight.

  My mouth drops open, me immediately recognizing him from last night. “It was nice seeing you again, Eden.”

  My gaze wanders over his firm body, taking in every dip and muscle, before lowering down to his very noticeable erection.

  It’s so damn thick and well . . . on display for me. He doesn’t even attempt to hide it.

  Holy hell.

  With a small smirk, he exits the room, leaving me to sit here in surprise with my hands over my face.

  Kash is the stripper that almost completely made me come undone last night from his body. I should’ve known there was something familiar about this guy.

  He had the ability to work me up just as he did last night, before I rushed out the door, needing to get away.

  Who would’ve thought a male stripper could have a sweet and caring side to go with his filthy mouth?

  I have a feeling that could be a very bad combination for me if I agree to taking his number.

  But I have to admit that the opportunity is more than tempting and temptation is something I haven’t felt in a long time.

  And I’ve already felt it twice with Kash.

  With my mind racing, I quickly clean up and head out front to clock out.

  “Everything okay?” Riley asks with a small smile, while flipping off the lights.

  I nod my head and grip the strap of my purse. “I’m fine.” I lie. “Why?”

  She stops to look me over with amusement. “Your entire body is flushed.” She raises a brow as I walk with her to the door. “Your last appointment go well?”

  “Went fine,” I say quickly. A little too quickly. “Just anxious to get home.”

  “Good.” Riley gives me a quick nod and heads for her new car. “See you later, babe. Let me know if there’s anything you might need.”

  I wait until she jumps into her car, before I throw my hand over my face in embarrassment. By anything, she meant Kash’s number. I know that without a doubt.

  So much for pretending Kash didn’t get to me tonight. Even my damn boss can see it . . .

  Kash

  AFTER I PULL UP BEHIND of Walk of Shame, I park my truck and jump out, before pulling the tailgate down and jumping onto it.

  The cool night air feels good against my face, giving me a moment to relax and think for the first time in days.

  Taking my time, I lay back and place my arms behind my head, getting lost in thought.

  Between working the club, training for my upcoming fights and helping my guys out, I haven’t had a moment to breathe and actually enjoy it in who knows how long.

  My shift begins in ten minutes, so you better fucking believe, I’m taking every second I can get, before I have to go in there and get groped by a ton of crazy women that will most likely try to take me home tonight.

  Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, before slowly releasing it and reaching into my hoodie for a cigarette.

  As the smoke fills my lungs, I allow myself a few moments to think about Eden for the first time in the three days since I’ve seen her.

  It’s not that I haven’t wanted to think about her, because trust me, I’ve wanted to. But every time my thoughts stray her way, I get d
istracted by someone interrupting me or my ass is just too exhausted to make sense of anything that happened that night at Sensual Touches.

  After her running out on me at her friend’s party last week, I wanted to take advantage of the time I had her stuck in a room with me, even if it was only for thirty minutes.

  I wanted a chance for her to see me as something other than just a male fucking stripper that knows how to make a whole room of women hot and wet.

  I’m so much more than that.

  I’m a man that shows dedication to my woman and fights with everything in me to keep her feeling safe and cared for in every single way.

  I hated hearing that Eden hasn’t experienced that kind of dedication from a man before. If she had, then she would know what a damn massage feels like.

  Only makes me want to take care of her more.

  “What the hell . . .” I run my hand over my face and think about how it felt to have her soft body beneath my fingers.

  As soon as I slid my hands up her little shorts, feeling the heat from between her legs, I got hard and I know without a doubt that she noticed on my way out. Her wide eyes as she looked me over, said it all.

  But how the hell could I not get hard from touching her? She’s so damn beautiful.

  How could any man in his right mind not want to feel that day in and day out? I was completely exhausted and sore, but rubbing her and taking care of her overpowered any of that shit and made me forget about myself.

  I would’ve spent the entire night on her body if that’s what she allowed me to do. Hell, I even offered to take care of her another night, but I have a feeling I won’t hear from her.

  Most women would’ve called me as soon as they got off work, but Eden isn’t like most women. I can already see that and it has me completely intrigued by her, wanting to know more.

  I just hope I get that chance. I can tell there’s something holding her back. I just need to find out what or who.

  “You’re late.”

  Taking one more drag off my cigarette, I toss it and sit up to see Stone looking down at me. He’s completely covered in sweat, looking beat. A typical night here at the club for all of us, no matter how big or small the crowd is.

  It takes a lot out of you physically and emotionally working at a place like this.

  “It’s slow in there. They’ll manage without me for a few minutes.” I hope.

  “True. Sara can hold the shit down at the bar for a while. Just thought I’d let your ass know because you seemed lost in your own little world over here, hiding in that damn hideous hoodie of yours.” He pulls out his phone and smiles as if he’s the happiest man alive. “My future wife is telling me to hurry my ass home to her. Fuck, I love saying that. Not sure I’ll ever get used to it.”

  It’s been six months since Stone and Sage have made things official with them and just a few weeks ago, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him.

  “I still can’t believe she agreed to marry your crazy ass.” I tease, just to work him up. “She’s so much hotter and smarter than you. Pretty much better in every damn way.”

  “What can I say?” He begins backing away in a hurry. “She sees the best in me. I got lucky and hopefully one day some hot chick will find the best in you. But I doubt it.” His mouth curves into a smirk.

  Laughing, I jump down from my truck and grab for my gym bag. “I won’t argue that. You got damn lucky. Tell the wifey I miss her.”

  “Fuck no. She’s mine.” He gives me the middle finger with both hands, before spinning around and waving his hand back at me. “See ya, asshole. The crazies are out tonight so have fun with that shit.”

  “See ya, dick.” Still laughing, I shake my head and toss my bag over my shoulder, before making my way through the back entrance of the club.

  The first thing my eyes land on is Kage standing outside of the locker room, keeping two drunk girls busy that keep trying to sneak past him. They’re most likely trying to get to Myles who should’ve just gotten off stage a few minutes ago.

  Stone wasn’t wrong. Shit.

  “Back up, ladies. You’re not allowed back here.” Kage shakes his head and gives me an amused look when he sees me leaning against the wall, watching him struggle. “Enjoying the show, dick head?”

  I lift a brow and push away from the wall, drawing the girls’ attention my way. “I always enjoy a good show. You know this, Kage.”

  “Me too. A hell of a lot. So have fun with these two. They haven’t given up once tonight.” With a smirk, he backs away from the girls, and watches as they come at me, pulling at my hoodie as if they want to see what’s under it.

  “Who’s this hottie?” the blonde asks, while pushing my hood back and touching my facial hair. “Please tell me you’re one of the strippers. We need this thing off. Like right now.”

  I feel her friend come up behind me, pressing her body against mine as she reaches around to grab my chest and grope me. “Nice and firm just how we like it. We definitely need this thing off.” She runs her hands down my abs, stopping when I grab them before they get to where they’re headed. “Rough and mysterious. I like it. Very hot.”

  The blonde must take this as a good opportunity to jump back in, because before I know it, she’s grabbing my cock and running her hands over my jeans, while her friend has me distracted.

  With a growl, I grab her hand and lean in to whisper in her ear. “Don’t touch what you can’t handle. I’m rough all around. Really fucking rough.”

  With that, the girls back away, looking me over with heated eyes, while giggling to each other. “We were about to head out for the night, but I think we’ve changed our minds. See you out there, hoodie.”

  I turn to Kage when he laughs. “Some kind of security you are, asshole.” I shake my head and shove him away from the door, before disappearing into the locker room.

  I’m not sure if I should be surprised that the back door didn’t do shit to keep the women off me. I’m not even on the clock yet and my dick’s already been groped.

  Might as well start a count for the night.

  Hell, the highest I got in one night was fifty-two times and I was only here for four hours. That shit still surprises me.

  Myles is just stepping out of the shower, walking naked to get to his locker when I make my way over to mine.

  “Those crazy chicks still out there?” He laughs in disbelief and pulls his jeans on, without even bothering to dry off. “They followed me back here over twenty minutes ago.” He rubs a red spot on his chest. “Hell, I think one of them even bit me. That shit did not feel good.”

  I set my bag down and dig inside for some jeans and a black shirt. “They just walked away after groping my ass. Well, actually my damn dick, I should say. But I’ll take that over being bitten. I only like that shit in the bedroom.”

  “Ha! Well, good luck getting rid of them now,” he says with a lopsided grin. “They won’t be going anywhere tonight. Especially if they’ve gotten a feel of your man meat.”

  “Yeah . . .” I slip my jeans on and button them. “Well, I’m not stripping tonight. I’m working the bar. It’s all Colt for the next five hours. So, good luck to that motherfucker.”

  Myles laughs, while running his hand through his wet, dark hair. “I’ll be sure to wish him luck on the way out the door. It might not be a packed house tonight, but apparently, it’s a night for all the crazies to be here.”

  “So I heard . . . and witnessed.”

  This only makes me thankful I’m working the bar tonight and not the floor. I seriously don’t think I could handle all that shit tonight.

  Not that the bar is much better, but it’s definitely less demanding and keeps your dick from being fondled every two seconds by strange women.

  After I toss my bag into my locker, I make my way over to the bar, stopping when I see Cale trying to make his way through the crowd of women.

  He can barely walk around this place without women swooning over him and begging him
to go back to his stripper days.

  I grip his shoulder. “Hey, man. I needed a few minutes to myself tonight before coming inside. Just wanted to let you know I’m late with clocking in.”

  Cale gives me the same understanding smile he’s given me since I first walked in that door almost two years ago. “You’ve been here long enough to know when it’s okay to not be here right on time. I trust you boys. You haven’t let me down yet. I’ll let you know when you do.”

  “Thanks, man.” I slap his back and quickly make my way behind the bar to clock in, before Sara can strangle me for leaving her hanging.

  Sara immediately greets me with a sad smile, while looking my face over. She hasn’t seen me since my fight the other night. “That pretty face is all bruised up and I hate it. I heard you kicked ass though. That’s hot.”

  I shake my head and laugh. “My face will heal. This is nothing compared to what’s to come in a couple of weeks. I might even be lucky if you recognize me after that one.”

  “I have faith you’ll kick ass then, too.” She winks and then walks away to help a few girls, giving me time to slip my hoodie back on and get comfortable.

  After being here for two hours, I lean over the bar top to take a moment, while it’s slow on drink orders and look over to see Colt is looking completely exhausted and worn down.

  He’s trying to work his body to Anywhere by 112, but from the looks of it, his ass can hardly even dance at this point.

  So, I jump up onto the bar and decide to help his tired ass out and give him a quick break.

  Slowly, I make my way across the bar top, grabbing at the bottom of my hoodie as I stop and grind my hips, drawing attention of the women my way.

  Biting my bottom lip, I move the hoodie up slightly with each move I make, hoping to tease them and make them want more.

  This must get their attention, because before I know it, there’s a shit ton of women rushing over to throw their money my way.

  Winding my fists up in the fabric, I thrust my hips, slowly and move the hoodie higher, until I’m pulling it over my head and tossing it aside.

  Once I’m down to my shirt and jeans, I run my hands down my chest, moving them seductively down my body, stopping once I reach my cock.