I see her cheeks turn red from my words, but she plays it off as Aspen walks over to her and hugs her, pulling her away from me and over to where her and Sage are playing darts.
Pulling out a chair, I take a seat next to Slade, across from Hemy and Stone. “What the fuck, dudes? Stop looking at me like that.”
Slade tilts back his beer and grins like an idiot. “I just can’t get over it, man. Shit.” He takes another drink of his beer, before sliding one over to me. “One day we will be related.”
“Ah, fuck.” I grab my beer and bring it to my lips. “Ain’t that some shit.” I smile and nudge his shoulder. “Related to the fucking man whore. I never in a million years would’ve thought that could be a possibility. Shit is changing, man. Things are becoming real.”
Hemy slaps Onyx on the ass as she stands up, nods at me, and goes to join the other girls. “So what’s the deal,” Hemy asks, before finishing his beer and pushing it aside. “Heard you punched the fuck out of Lynx and quit.”
I nod my head and steel my jaw at just the thought of him trying to steal my woman out from under me. “Yeah, man. He had it coming.”
“Hell yeah, he did,” Stone agrees, tilting his beer to mine. “That asshole deserved it. Now he’s all going crazy and shit, trying to find someone as good as you to take your spot. I mean Kash has been doing pretty good, but I don’t know about this Stax guy. He looks scared as shit. The vultures smell fear. They may very well eat him alive.”
Everyone around the table laughs. It’s crazy how much things have changed over the last few months. I’m proud of every single guy at this table. I’ve never seen any of them happier than what they are right now, and I know for damn sure that I can now say that about myself as well.
Next week I start my management position at The Anchor, a bar that Riley and I can feel comfortable with me working at until I can decide what I really want to do. Slade is settling into his stiff new office job, wearing his suits and shit, Hemy has quit completely at Walk Of Shame and is working full time at his buddy’s mechanic shop. I even heard that Onyx is getting a job with Aspen at the salon and that Sage is working on writing a book or something. Everything in life is fucking good to me. My people are good and so am I.
When I look over at the girls, I catch Riley smiling and looking back over at me while talking to Onyx about something. It makes me feel so damn good seeing her getting accepted by everyone in the group. I even have a feeling that Onyx finds her attractive. As wild as that girl is sometimes, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t thought about being with my girl. Of course there is one wild couple out of every group. Hemy and Onyx are that for us.
Grabbing my beer, I sit back in my seat and just enjoy this moment for what it is. This is the only group that I would want to be doing this with. My Walk Of Shame family became my real family, and I love all these fuckers to death.
This is all that a man needs to be happy. She is all a man needs to be happy. With these people, my life is fucking perfect . . .
THE END
TODAY HAS BEEN FILLED WITH endless phone calls, meetings and bullshit, yet all I can think about is getting home to my woman and hearing her moan beneath me. She’s been on my mind all damn day, making it impossible to concentrate on all my cases.
Finally getting a chance to relax after a ten hour day, I loosen my tie, spin my chair away from my desk and bite my bottom lip in need when Aspen’s sexy voice comes through the speaker of my office phone. Hearing her is exactly what I need to remember that my life isn’t shit anymore.
“Hey, baby . . . you there?” She sighs when I don’t respond, probably aware of the sound of my pants slowly unzipping. Might as well take this as a time to get comfortable and tease her at the same time. “What are you doing, Slade? Was that your zipper? Please tell me that was not the sound of your pants coming undone.”
“If that’s what you heard, then that was definitely my fucking zipper, baby.”
Smiling to myself, I slide my hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs and grip my hard cock, getting harder by the second as Aspen’s breathing picks up, working me up.
“Slade, you asshole. Are you seriously teasing me right now? That’s not cool.”
“You miss my hard cock, baby?” I loosen my tie some more and roll up my sleeves, getting more comfortable. “If you were here right now, I’d bend you over my fucking desk and fuck you so hard that the whole office building would get off on your screaming. How loud would you scream for me?”
I can tell by her loud breathing that she’s completely sexually frustrated right now and fighting with everything in her not to explode. I love it. Makes my long work day more worthwhile when I get to come home to her. “Slade . . . leave that office and get your ass home. Now.”
Smiling in victory, I run my tongue over my lips, wetting them. “Why?” I push.
She growls into the phone, not wanting to give in. She never wants to, but I’m working on that. “Slade . . .”
“Tell me,” I demand.
“So you can fuck me. Dammit, you play dirty. This doesn’t count. You know my weakness.”
Standing up, I zip up my fly and start gathering up my all my shit. I swear I can’t get out of this stuffy office soon enough. “It definitely counts. I’ll be there in ten. Be ready.”
Before Aspen can respond, I hit end on the phone call and rush out the door, locking it on the way out.
I don’t even bother looking anywhere but straight ahead of me as I make my way through the building and outside to the parking lot. The last thing I need right now is someone thinking that I want to stop and chat. Not when my woman has finally broken down first. She’s getting it. Fucking hard and dirty.
Just as I said, I pull up in the driveway of our new house, ten minutes later. I might have even ran a couple stop signs.
Not even bothering to grab my crap, I step out of my car, undoing my tie completely on the way to the front door.
I can barely even contain myself when I push the door open to see Aspen leaning over the kitchen island, wearing nothing but a thong and a very tight tank top. I can tell by the way that she doesn’t even bother to look at me that she’s reading one of Sage’s books. Well that book is about to be put on hold until further fucking notice.
“Fuck me . . .” I step up behind her and run my hands along the curve of her ass, causing her to close her book and lean her head back to lay on my shoulder. “Everything in this house is brand new, yet you’re the only thing I want to play with.”
Gripping the counter, she perks her ass up, rubbing it against my cock. “Is that so?” she questions with a sexy growl. She rubs her ass in a circle, before turning to face me and gripping ahold of my shirt, tugging me closer to her. She knows that I’m on the verge of exploding and is taking this opportunity to torture me, but I guarantee that she will still be caving first.
She undoes the top two buttons on my black dress shirt, before biting her lip and walking over to pull out one of our new kitchen chairs. Her heated eyes stay on me the whole time. “There’s a little something that I’ve been missing from you, Slade.” Taking a seat in the chair, she spreads her legs and grips the seat between her thighs, looking sexy as sin. “Strip,” she demands. “Nice and slow.”
I feel my cock twitch from her demand. I love the playful Aspen and it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to strip for her. This is bound to do the trick. She may not admit it, but this is how I got her in the first place.
Steeling my jaw, I yank her chair so that she’s sitting right in front of me. It’s time to get serious now. You ask Slade Merrick to strip . . . and you’ll get a damn good show. “You asked for it.”
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I scroll through to the music and hit play on the first slow song that I come across. To me it’s not about the music; it’s about how you move to it and I’m about to give her a glimpse into the Slade that she fell in love with.
After I set my phone down, I look her directly in th
e eye, making her squirm in her seat, as I empty my keys and everything else out of my pants. I don’t want anything poking her except for my cock.
Biting my bottom lip, I step in between Aspen’s legs and grip the top of her chair, grinding my hips as I work on undoing the rest of my shirt buttons.
Once I get to the last button, I yank my shirt off and toss it aside, before gabbing her hands and running them along my chiseled chest.
Moving in closer, I take a seat on her lap, grinding my hips to the slow rhythm. I can already see her starting to crumble and come undone beneath me. She wants this just as badly as I do.
“Slade . . .” she says in a shaky voice.
“Yes,” I push. “What?” I move her hands lower, until she’s stroking the length of my hardness through my dress pants.
She swallows hard and looks up to meet my gaze. “This is too damn hot and you know it . . .” she pauses as I stand up and start to undo my belt.
“You want me to keep going, baby?” After undoing my pants, I slide my hand down the front of my pants and stroke my cock with a moan. “I can keep going . . . or I can fuck you. What do you want?”
Aspen’s legs slowly close and her grip on the chair tightens when I start to remove my pants. “I can do this,” she whispers. “Stay strong.”
Removing my pants completely, I stroke myself for her to watch, knowing that she can never handle when I touch myself. I give it less than two minutes.
“I’m so fucking hard, Aspen.” I walk forward, stopping right in front of her. “I’ll let you touch it . . . just say it.”
Letting out a deep breath, Aspen growls, before reaching out and grabbing me by my cock. “I’m done. You win. I’m the first one to ask for sex in our new house. There. Happy?”
Wrapping a hand into the back of her hair, I pull her up to her feet and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Extremely fucking happy.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I walk until we’re back by the kitchen island, where she was when I first walked in. Then in one movement, I spin her around and bend her over the counter, slapping her ass with my free hand.
“It feels good, baby,” I moan into her ear. “I’m about to fuck you in the house that we own together. It’s you and me. This is just the beginning of our life together.” Wrapping my arm around her neck, I pull her back so that I can kiss her. “I love you.”
She smiles and licks her lips. “I love you too. Now hurry before I go crazy. It’s already been three days.”
I laugh because I love that we’ve only gone three days without having sex and this woman . . . my woman, already misses me inside of her. I never would’ve thought that day would come when I first met her over a year ago. It hardly feels like a month has passed. Every day with her feels fresh and new and I couldn’t be happier.
Unable to hold back any longer, I yank her panties aside and enter her wet pussy in one hard thrust, making her scream out from the intrusion.
“Slade!” Her breathing picks up as she waits for me to move. “I can’t take this. Do you see how sexy you are in those damn suits? No more teasing. I. Want. You.”
“Anything you want is yours.” With that, I pull out and thrust back into her, causing her to moan out as I continue to take her deep and hard.
I’m rough at first, before slowing down and being gentle to remind her how much she means to me. This woman is everything to me and I never want her to forget.
It’s not long before I feel her clenching around me, bringing me to my own orgasm as well. I push inside of her as deep as I can, giving her every last drop of me.
“Well the new house is broken in.” I laugh into her ear, before kissing her neck, trailing my way around to her lips. “Now I never want to wait three days again. I was so fucking close to caving in.”
“Are you serious?” She pulls away from me and spins around to face me. “How close?”
I smile and bite her bottom lip. “About ten minutes close.” Gently, I press my lips against hers and catch her hands with mine. “Now go take a shower and I’ll make you dinner.”
“Slade . . .” she starts.
“Go,” I say sternly. “You’ve taken time off work to help put our home together. Making dinner for my woman is the least I can do as a man.” I tilt my head toward the hallway. “Hurry.”
Shaking her head in disbelief, she smiles, before kissing me long and hard. “Never change,” she whispers, then walks away, leaving me alone to clean up a bit and cook dinner.
ASPEN APPEARS FROM THE SHOWER about twenty five minutes later, dressed in one of my white button down shirts. She takes one look at me by the stove, in my boxers, and growls.
“This might just be sexier than seeing you in a suit. Almost naked, cooking. I dig it,” she teases.
Running my hands through my hair, I look at her and feel like the luckiest man in the world as I watch her take a seat in our kitchen.
I’ve been wanting to ask her to buy a place with me for months now, but I wanted to make sure it was the right time. Last week when I watched her walk out the door for work, I realized that I never wanted her to come back home to a place that wasn’t ours together. I knew right then that the time was right. I’m just lucky that she has as much faith in me as she does.
Sometimes I feel as if I don’t deserve it, but she always finds a way to remind me just how much she thinks I do. When the time is right, I will make her my wife and I will love her with everything in me. I may have had a hard past, but I’m ready for a new future and I know without a doubt that future is her . . . Aspen.
“I’m the luckiest asshole in the world,” I admit.
Aspen walks into my open arms and smiles against my chest as I hug her to me. “Yeah . . . and you’re my asshole. I’m not giving you up for anything.”
I feel Aspen jump in my arms as my phone starts vibrating next to us. Looking over, I see Hemy’s name flash across the screen. “Shit . . .” That’s tonight.
Reaching for my phone, I answer it and grunt, before speaking. “Yeah, man.”
“Don’t forget, dude. We’re meeting Cale and Riley at Walk Of Shame in two hours. Don’t be late again.”
I hear some loud noise in the background and Onyx cheering, before the phone goes silent. Sounds like they’re at the club already. No surprise there.
Tossing my phone down, I kiss Aspen on the top of the head. “Looks like we have a couple of hours . . .” I lift my eyebrows in suggestion and Aspen slaps my chest.
“We’ll see how good dinner is,” she teases.
I may sound like a pussy, but my heart skips a beat from the sight of her smile. I’ll never grow tired of seeing it every day.
I’ll never grow tired of us. Slade and Aspen. She is exactly where I need to be and I’m going to show her in every way that I can . . .
I HUNG UP WITH SLADE over an hour ago, and Onyx has been pushing me ever since to go show the new guys how it’s really done. She said the idea of me being back here makes her want to jump all over me and take me for a ride. Well fuck me . . .
I have to admit that watching the guys sort of has me wanting to go up on the stage and show them what’s up, just for the fucking rush.
Peeling my eyes away from the stage, I cup Onyx’s face in my hands and pull her in for a rough kiss. All I need is five fucking minutes to show these dicks how it’s really done. “Fuck it,” I say with a smirk. “I’ll be back.”
Taking a quick swig of my drink, I slam it down and make my way over to where Kash is dancing. This is sure to get his ass laid at least.
Stepping up behind Kash, I push him forward, stopping him right in front of the sexy little blonde that has been eyeing him up and down ever since he stepped on the stage.
Leaning in to his ear, I whisper, “Make love to her fucking face. Show her what you can do.” I slap his back and wink at the girl as she grins at me.
Kash gives me a look as if he’s uncertain if he should do it or not. “Seriously, dude?”
“Fuck
. . .” Grabbing the back of the girl’s neck, I slowly push her down to her knees in front of him. “Grab the back of her head.” I place my hand on the eager girl’s chin, making her look up at me. “You want this?”
She smiles at me before turning back to Kash and looking up at him with a sexy grin. Her eyes are practically begging for his cock in her face. “Very much. Kash . . .”
Kash runs his tongue over his lips, before reaching down and gripping the back of the girl’s neck, slowly thrusting his hips to the music.
Stepping behind the girl, I grab her hands to guide her, placing one on Kash’s ass and the other on the button of his jeans.
So much better . . .
“Fuck . . . that shit isn’t hard,” I mutter while making my way back over to where Onyx is waiting for me.
When I take a seat, I am taken by surprise when Onyx jumps into my lap, pressing me into the back of the leather couch.
With a grin, she wraps her hand around my neck and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’m extremely hot right now, Hemy.” She bites my earlobe before releasing it. “Do you know why?”
Gripping her hips, I lift her up, pulling her as close to me as humanly possible. Then I grip the back of her neck and yank her face to mine, brushing my lips over hers. “Because you’re in my lap,” I say with confidence. Getting turned on, I thrust my hips into her, showing her just how hard I am. “And because of my newest piercing.”
She runs her tongue over her lips, seductively and nods her head. “Bingo!” Reaching in between us, she grabs my cock through my jeans and squeezes. “And that fucking man bun turns me on. It makes me want to do very naughty things . . .”
Swallowing hard, I lace my fingers with hers and lean in, pressing my lips against the ring on her left hand. Seeing that rock, gets me both excited and extremely turned on, knowing that this woman has agreed to be my wife.
“Fuck . . . I love it when my fiancé wants to be naughty.” Yanking her to her feet, I stand up and walk her backward, until we’re lost in a dark corner, away from the loud screaming by the stage. I just hope that Stone and Kash can keep the room busy long enough so I can please my woman and finally test out this new piercing.
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