Walk of Shame

by Ashley, Victoria

  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.

  I run my hand over it a few times, keeping my eyes closed as I thrust my hips and get lost in the music.

  This has whoever’s sitting in the stool in front of me, letting out a small gasp as if she’s turned on by me touching myself.

  Satisfied, I drop to my knees, flex my chest and pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside, before I grind my hips slowly, as if I’m fucking the person below me.

  It’s then that I look down to see her sitting on the stool, watching me with curiosity.

  I have no idea when she got in the room, but I’m guessing it was right when I decided to draw all the attention my way.

  I’m just glad that I have her attention along with the rest of the room since last time she saw me dance, she pretended not to enjoy it.

  Well that was before she got the chance to get to know me. I don’t see her looking away now and it has my body reacting.

  Her green eyes land on mine and she looks nervous as if she’s just been caught doing something she wasn’t meant to, but she doesn’t turn away.

  Her eyes stay on me, taking me in as if she wishes it were her hands on me instead.

  Well, damn. I definitely wasn’t expecting to see her here, but I’ll take this any day over just a phone call . . .

  Eden

  MY HEART SPEEDS UP WITH excitement, my palms becoming sweatier with each move of Kash’s insanely sexy body up on the bar.

  I can barely handle looking at him right now, without remembering the glimpse I got of his naked body last week at Sensual Touches, when I lost my battle at not peeking between my fingers.

  There’s no denying the fact that he’s absolutely beautiful and I’ve spent some time since then, pleasuring myself to that image, wondering what it would be like to experience the real thing.

  Knight is the only man I’ve been with sexually and if I have to be honest, he never took the time to take care of me and make sure I felt good. It was always about him and what he needed.

  He was a selfish man in more ways than one.

  Kash on the other hand, gives off the impression that he’s all about taking care of a woman and making her feel good in every way. He showed that by giving up his massage to give me one, instead. It’s definitely a desirable quality in a man that seems to be extremely rare.

  But as much as I enjoy looking at and fantasizing about Kash, and all the things he can do to me, I need to be careful when it comes to men and letting them in. My son still comes first over my needs and I made a promise to myself the day he was born that I would never be selfish and put him in a situation that might hurt him in the end.

  The only reason I’m even here in the first place tonight is to give Kash back the hundred dollar tip he left me a few nights ago. I don’t deserve it and after thinking it over for the last few days, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to give it back.

  It’s the right thing to do and I’m not leaving here without him accepting it.

  He was barely even in my room for thirty minutes and ten of those minutes were spent on him massaging me.

  I can’t accept the tip. I’d feel too guilty keeping it, even though I could use the extra money right now.

  Plus, I have to admit there was a small part of me that wanted to see him again, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise.

  There was something about the way Kash talked to me during our time together that had me completely intrigued, wanting to know more about him and what kind of guy he truly is.

  Not just the male entertainer I got a glimpse of that first night. The real him.

  I was hoping to maybe get a few minutes to do that tonight, but from the looks of things, I’m not so sure now.

  When Riley told me he was bartending tonight, instead of dancing, I figured it’d be the best night to stop in and give him his money back, without having a crazy group of women surrounding him.

  I was completely wrong. These women are going crazy over him and inside, I might be just a little bit too.

  ‘Cause holy hell . . .

  That night I met him at Joni’s party doesn’t do him any justice as to how he’s moving his body right now on that bar. Sort of makes me wish I would’ve stayed longer to see him dance.

  The way his strong hands move over his hard body as he grinds his hips with perfect rhythm is completely seductive and hypnotizing.

  Seeming to ignore all the women around him, Kash leans over and grabs my hands, placing them on his hard chest as he continues moving his body in front of me.

  The way he looks at me is almost enough to make me believe we’re the only two people in the room.

  How he can manage to do that, when the room is full of beautiful women, wanting to get to him, is beyond crazy.

  Some of them are even practically climbing on top of me right now, wanting a taste of this man.

  But I can’t help but to let him draw me in anyway, getting lost in this moment with him as if no one else is around.

  Sitting up straight, he slowly runs my hands lower, with each thrust of his hips, stopping before they can reach the very visible bulge in his pants.

  My heart is beating out of my chest at this point, wondering what it would feel like to go lower. To just give in for two seconds and be selfish for once in my life.

  I feel like such a pervert right now. Kash has a way of doing that to me.

  Leaving my hands on his body, he moves in closer to wrap his hands into the back of my hair and hold me in place as if to tell me he’s dancing for me and only me.

  Keeping his eyes on me and only me, he jumps down from the bar and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, before he buries his face into my neck as he dances.

  The way he does it is so sensual and personal, giving off a whole new vibe than that first night when all it did was make me feel dirty.

  I feel anything but right now.

  His hands move from my hips down to cup my ass as his mouth brushes up my neck. Without even thinking about it, I lean my head back exposing myself for him.

  He sucks and nips at my neck, moaning as his hands grip me tighter, showing me how much he’s enjoying me.

  This has butterflies filling my stomach and m
y mind racing all over the place, wondering what in the hell I’m doing.

  Before I can get too lost in him, I work my way out of his arms and toss the money down on the bar, before backing away through the crowd.

  I don’t make it far, before I feel a firm grip on my waist, as Kash’s body slides in behind me.

  Why the hell does this have to feel so good?

  “I don’t want your money, Eden,” he whispers against my ear.

  “It’s not.” I stop walking and close my eyes when I feel his hands brush my hair away from my ear. “It’s yours. I can’t accept your tip. I didn’t even earn it. I’m giving it back.”

  I feel him smile against my ear, causing me to swallow. “Yes, you did. You took the time out of your night to help me out when I needed it. You could’ve said no to sticking around that night for me.”

  “No, I couldn’t.” I shake my head and remove his hand from my waist, before turning around to face him. I’m sure this will be enough to scare him off. “I have a son to take care of, Kash. It was you that was helping me out, but I can’t accept money I didn’t earn. I should go.”

  He looks me over for a quick second, before catching my arm when I try to leave. “How old is your son?”

  I give him a small smile, not expecting him to care enough to ask me any questions. Most guys would be running the other way at just the mention of me having a kid. “He’s five. I should really get back to him. He’s with the babysitter and . . .”

  His face lights up as he listens to me talk. “He’s one lucky little guy to have you.” His eyes stay on mine as he speaks again. “Let me take you out on a date, Eden. Let me take care of you for a night and show you what it feels like to go out with a real man.”

  I don’t say anything. Honestly, I’m not sure what to say. All I know is that I could get myself into deep trouble with this man if I don’t get out of here soon.

  So, I just smile and back up through the crowd, before he can try to stop me again.

  As soon as I make it past the security guard and outside, I walk straight over to my jeep and fall against it with a huge smile.