Cale (Walk of Shame #3)

by Victoria Ashley

  My heart stops and anger that I’ve never felt before takes over. Standing up, I walk over to stand in front of him. “Fuck you!” Unable to stop myself, I slap him across the cheek and storm out of the restaurant, needing to get away from him before I break down.

  As soon as I’m about a block away from the parking lot, I break down and lose it. My chest aches and I can barely catch my breath. As much as I hate to admit it . . . Tyler’s words had an effect on me.

  I don’t want to think about Cale with other women. I don’t want to believe what Tyler said, but what if it’s true? What if more goes on at that club than I know?

  The thoughts running through my head make me just want to scream. It hurts so damn bad just thinking about Cale possibly wanting one of those girls. I hate it. I fucking hate it.

  I hate it, but I love Cale. I’ve been in love with him for longer than I was willing to admit. There’s no hiding it now. This man is going to ruin me . . .

  THE GIRLS HAVE BEEN EXTRA grabby tonight and I can’t wait to just get the hell out of here. Here I am . . . with all these women pulling at me and touching me, and all I can think about is the fact that my woman is out with another man. We might not have a title, but I know without a doubt that she is mine.

  No one can make her feel the way that I do for the simple fact that no other man can love her and care for her as much as I do. Actions speak louder than words, and my actions will always be to take care of Riley and show her how much she means to me. This Tyler guy needs to hit the fucking road and realize that she’s taken. He lost his chance, and these women need to watch their damn hands before I lose it.

  The song playing over the speakers slows down, so gripping my hair I roll my hips, slowing down my rhythm to match the music. Wicked Games by The Weeknd is playing, so every girl in this room is hanging on my every move, just wanting me to fuck them to this song later. I can see it in their eyes and it makes me feel fucking guilty.

  I don’t know what made me think that Riley would be okay with this lifestyle, but the more I’m here, the more I worry that she will start pulling away from me when she sees just how bad it truly can get here. Tonight is one of those nights that would probably push Riley over the edge. Lynx seems to be pushing it to get as dirty as fucking possible.

  Doing as Lynx instructed, I strip out of my briefs and cover as much of my cock as possible with my free hand, before replacing my hand with my boxer briefs. Dropping to the ground, I hold the thin fabric over my dick and start grinding on the ground as if fucking someone, long and deep. I feel one of the guys pour water over me, soaking me and making it even harder to cover myself with my white briefs.

  I can feel hands grab and slap at my ass as I continue to thrust in a slow rhythm, waiting for this fucking song to end. Every woman in this room now knows what my naked ass looks like while fucking. I don’t feel comfortable knowing that Riley should be the only one to witness this dirty moment.

  As the song comes to an end I grind my hips one more time, before making my way to my feet. A slim brunette with huge tits instantly plasters herself to the front of my body and grabs my cock. Her other hand reaches around my back side and grips my ass as she starts sliding her hand over my shaft.

  “Stop,” I growl out, while gripping her wrist and pulling her hand away.

  Throwing herself at me, she ignores my demand and grabs at my fucking dick again. “Mmm . . . someone’s packing,” she slurs. “Show us your dick, baby, and I’ll let you put it anywhere.”

  I grip her wrist a little tighter this time and get in her face, showing her that I’m not interested. “I’m not going to fuck you so just stop.”

  Pushing past her, I look up just in time to see Riley looking at me from the across the room. I can see the shock and hurt on her face and all I want to do is scream for her to come to me so I can make her feel better.

  She shakes her head and starts backing away as I begin making my way through the crowd. I get just a glimpse of Lynx walking her away before a group of girls walk in front of me, blocking my line of vision.

  My skin heats up in anger at just the thought of Lynx being with her, so I don’t think twice before brushing the group of drunken women off and pushing through them.

  By the time I get to where Riley and Lynx are, over by the door, I stop dead in my fucking tracks when I see Lynx pinning her against the door in between his arms. He’s whispering something in her ear, but it looks as if she just wants to leave.

  Without even giving it a second thought I grip Lynx’s shoulder and spin him around, swinging my right fist into his mouth.

  “What the fuck!” Lynx screams out in shock. “Did you seriously just fucking hit me, you crazy asshole?”

  Keeping my eyes on him, I reach down for my boxer briefs that are now on the ground and quickly slide them back on, before walking over to Riley and grabbing her chin. “Are you okay?” I grip the back of her hair and look her in the eyes. “Did he touch you?”

  I feel someone grab my shoulder. I turn around defensively to see that it’s only Stone. “You got this, bro?” He asks, while looking back and forth between me and Lynx.

  “I’m good, man.” I shake his hand off my shoulder and give Riley my full attention. “Did he touch you? Tell me.”

  She shakes her head and pushes me away, looking hurt and more confused than I’ve ever seen her. “No . . . but it looks as if everyone gets to touch you, Cale.”

  She pushes me away again, so I back up a bit, giving her space. I never want to make her feel uncomfortable, but I want nothing more than to touch her right now. It leaves me in a fucked up situation.

  “Rile, I’m fucking sorry.” I grip my hair and growl out in anger at the fact that she had to witness some other girl touch me like that. “I don’t want that shit, trust me, but please don’t walk out on me without talking to me. You’ve never just walked out on me. Don’t start now.”

  I feel my heart fucking get ripped out of my chest when I notice that her face is wet. She’s been crying. She’s been fucking crying while I’ve been here taking off my clothes for other women and fulfilling their damn fantasies. I’m a dick.

  “I’m sorry, Cale, but I can’t . . . I just can’t.” She starts walking toward the door. I grab her arm to stop her, but she pulls it away and gives me a dirty look. That’s how I know she needs time alone. “I need to leave right now. Please just understand that. This is so much more than I thought. So much . . . worse.”

  “I’m sorry,” is all I can say. I reach out and rub my thumb over her lip, but she backs away and looks around the room as the women start screaming for Stone.

  “I can’t handle this, Cale. I thought I could, but I can’t. I need time to think.” Without another word she rushes out the door, leaving me on the verge of going crazy. I want nothing more than to go after her, but I respect her more than anyone in this world, and if she needs time then I can’t take that away from her. I know that and I hate myself for it.

  “Fuck!” I slam my fist into the wall repeatedly while yelling out a string of cuss words. “What did you say to her?” I bark at Lynx as his eyes size me up.

  He smirks with a confidence that makes me want to fuck him up even more. “Just told her how it truly is here. How dirty all the women get. The truth. That’s what.”

  “Fucking, piece of shit.” I start walking to the back to get my shit and Lynx instantly follows me, talking shit the whole way.

  “You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass for that shit. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are.”

  I ignore him, knowing that if I say anything I’m probably going to break his pretty little face.

  Bursting through the door of the locker room, I start pulling out my shit to get dressed.

  “Can you fucking hear me, asshole? One more mistake and you’re gone. You’re lucky that you’ve been here for as long as you have and that you bring me money, you sorry son of a bitch, or else you’d be so done.”

  I take a few seconds t
o breathe and calm down after I pull my shirt over my head. This asshole is lucky that I have a lot of willpower.

  “I’m fucking bleeding and it’s all because I was talking to that bitch that wants nothing to do with either of us. That’s fucked up . . .”

  Turning around, I swing out, knocking his ass on the ground. “I fucking quit.”

  Stepping over him, I rush outside and to my truck. I get in, gripping the wheel for dear life. All I can think about is Riley possibly running to Tyler for comfort, and it’s all I need to lose it.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

  Time . . . how the hell can I give her time when that’s the one thing that could possibly make me lose her? Well double fuck . . .

  IT’S BEEN THREE DAYS. THREE damn days and Riley hasn’t responded to any of my messages. I feel like I’m going crazy. Riley has never gone this long without responding to me. I’ve tried giving her time, but I just can’t wait anymore. I need to make a move before I lose her completely. I can’t let that happen and I won’t.

  I called her work yesterday and booked every single appointment that she had available today. I’ve been sitting here in the parking lot on Slade’s motorcycle, waiting for them to open. I didn’t want her to know I was showing up and I knew that if she noticed my truck in the parking lot that there was a chance she’d freak out and leave.

  She isn’t due in for another thirty minutes, but I already told Kylie that I’m waiting in her damn room until she gets here, and I don’t give a shit what anyone says.

  A few cars pull into the lot, so I look down at my phone to check the time. They opened a few minutes ago.

  Hopping off of Slade’s bike, I set the helmet on the seat and rush over to the door, walking inside. Kylie looks up from her desk and smiles when she notices that it’s me.

  “Hey, stud,” she says sweetly. “Are you sure you don’t want to keep me company until she gets here?”

  I walk past her, ignoring her completely. I don’t have time for her shit. I don’t want her shit. All I want is to show Riley how much I love her. She may be pissed to see me at first, but I don’t care. I have to do this.

  About five minutes before Riley is due to arrive, I strip out of my jeans and shirt, before getting comfortable on my back. I was in so much of a hurry that I didn’t even bother throwing on any boxer briefs. It’s not like I’d be wearing them for long anyways. I plan on spending most of my day, here, naked.

  My heart speeds up when I hear the sound of the door opening. I’ve been fucking dying to be close to Riley, and knowing that she’s about to be in the same room is making it very difficult to not just pull her down onto the table and take care of her.

  I can hear her shuffling around and getting ready. I’m watching her, but she hasn’t even bothered to look at the table yet. She’s so damn beautiful that it causes my chest to ache. All I want to do is wrap my hands into that brown hair and pull her lips to mine.

  “Good morning,” she mumbles. “My name is Riley and . . .” Her words trail off when she finally looks to see who her client is. “Cale,” she says in almost a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

  Sitting up, I grab her arm before she can walk away. I can see the confusion and hurt written all over her face, and I know without a doubt that she wants to run away and not face me right now.

  “Come here, baby.” Throwing my legs off the side of the table, I pull her between my legs and wrap them around her so she will listen to me. “Just hear me out, Rile. Please.”

  She swallows hard and closes her eyes as I wrap my hands into the back of her hair. “Cale . . . I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared when it comes to you.”

  “Shh . . .” I gently kiss her neck, enjoying the sweet scent of her skin. Nothing else will ever feel this way and I know that. Now I just need to show her. “I’ll never hurt you, Riley. Ever. I want you to know that. Haven’t I always been good to you?”

  I kiss her neck again, causing her to moan out. “Yes,” she whispers. “But if you ever hurt me, it would kill me. Do you get that, Cale? That’s why I can’t do this. I can’t get too deep and allow that to happen.”

  Running my lips up her neck, I stop below her ear and whisper, “I’ll never let that happen, Rile.” I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble it. “Do you know why?”

  She lets out a small breath and shakes her head. “No . . .”

  I press my lips against her ear and tug at her hair, getting as close to her as possible. “Because I’m in love with you,” I whisper. “I always have been, Rile. I fucking love you.”

  She lets out a small gasp and presses her hand over her mouth. Pulling away, I look her in the eyes and repeat myself. “I’m in love with you. I will always put you first. I will always make you happy and think of you before anyone else. That is a promise.” I pull her forehead to mine. “Do you understand that?”

  She doesn’t respond, so I ask her again. “Do you?”

  “Cale, I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t . . .”

  “You don’t have to,” I say honestly. “I’ve been doing it since we were kids. It comes natural to me now. Not doing it wouldn’t feel right to me. I quit my fucking job, Rile. I’m going to focus on you.” I place her hand on my chest. “This body will only be touched by you. I can promise you that on my life.”

  I cup her face and run my thumbs over her wet cheeks. “None of that matters to me. This is me showing you how much I love you. Words don’t mean shit unless you have the actions to back it up. This is me doing my part. This is me showing you that I fucking love you.”

  A half laugh, half sob escapes her throat as she rubs her hand over my chest, taking me all in.

  The silence in the room is making my heart work overtime. I need her to speak. I need to hear that she’s willing to be mine.

  “Talk to me, Rile. Please say something.”

  She reaches her hand up and wraps it into the back of my hair like she always does. Then, her eyes lock with mine, causing my chest to ache in anticipation. “I’m in love with you too, Cale. God, I love you so much that it hurts.”

  I pull her onto the table with me and crush my lips to hers, just wanting to taste her and feel her against me. “I love you, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m your man for as long as you will have me. Only yours.”

  “Show me,” she says with a smirk.

  I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite it. “Oh trust me . . . I plan to. All fucking day.”

  She laughs as if she doesn’t believe me. “I do have other clients booked today, Cale.”

  I raise my brows and slide her hand down to my rock hard cock. “Not for the next five hours.” I turn us, laying her down on the bed to hover above her. “I’m a greedy asshole today and didn’t want to share you for longer than I had to.” I smile against her lips. “Fuck everyone else. You’re mine until then.”

  She grips my neck and pulls me down to kiss her, long and hard. “I fucking love you so much.”

  “Fuck I love hearing that,” I growl. Letting my excitement take over, I yank her dress up and over her head, before pulling her panties down her legs and tossing them aside. I need to be inside my woman right now, and I need to show her how much I love her.

  Laying her back down from removing her clothes, I get down, in between her legs, and allow my tongue to trail up the inside of her thigh, slowly tasting her. I can already see her juices dripping and all I want to do is lick her clean, tasting her on my tongue. She smells so damn sweet, and I can only imagine her pussy tastes even sweeter right now, just waiting for me.

  Grabbing her thighs, I push her legs toward her breasts. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for days to do this, Rile.” I slowly trail my tongue up the wetness of her pussy, torturing her clit with the tip of my tongue, before slipping my tongue deep inside, getting a better taste. She moans and her whole body shakes with pleasure as I spread her moistness to her clit and slip a finger into her tight little pussy; my tight little pussy.

 
; I swirl my tongue around before sucking her clit into my mouth, being sure to be gentle with her. I suck and lick while moving my finger in and out in a slow, consistent motion, never losing rhythm. I know how much rhythm means to a woman’s sexual needs and I will be fucked if I don’t give her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known. Tyler can fuck off. He’s never made her come like I’m about to.

  It doesn’t take long before I can feel her already starting to clamp down around my finger. It doesn’t surprise me though. If I’m good at one thing, it’s definitely using my tongue, and I’ve saved my best for her. I slowly run my tongue in between her lips before sucking them into my mouth and then her clit. When I feel her starting to clamp again, I run my tongue over her thigh, before softly biting down on it. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing you.”

  Her body jerks as she clamps around my finger and screams out softly. It’s so fucking tight that it almost hurts my finger. It reminds me that I’ve been the only one to be inside of her.

  Right as she’s coming, I pull my finger out, replacing it with my tongue. I want to taste her when she comes. “Fuck yeah, Rile.” Her breathing comes out in heavy bursts as she continues to scream and moan below me. “Cale . . . Cale . . .” She runs her hands through her hair before biting her bottom lip and looking up to meet my eyes. “Make love to me. Please . . .”

  Snaking my arm around her waist, I move up to press my body between her wet thighs. I kiss her, wanting to taste every fucking inch of her. Her lips are the best tasting thing in the world to me, and I swear that I will never be able to get enough.

  She moans and leans her head back, pressing it into the massage bed. I love seeing her come undone below me, knowing that I will be the only one. She had her chances and didn’t take them. It only makes me love her more.