Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  “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 to 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 w
ouldn’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.

  Gripping her thigh, I slip inside of her, causing her to moan out and dig her nails into my back. “I’ve missed you inside of me, Cale.”

  “Say it again,” I whisper against her lips.

  She leans up and sucks my lip into her mouth, turning me on even more. “I’ve. Missed. You. Inside. Of. Me.” She wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes me hard. “You are my best friend, the man that I love. You and only you.”

  Her words set me off and before I know it, I’m grinding my hips in and out of her, taking her slow and deep, deeper than I’ve ever taken her.

  With each thrust her nails dig deeper and harder into my flesh, her moans becoming louder in my ear. Something about this moment feels so different than all of the other times we’ve had sex. Everything seems so much more real.

  Maybe it’s the fact that I know she loves me now, and this is me proving to her that I love her too. This is us making love.

  My hand slips under her neck to grip her hair as I press my lips to hers and continue to make love to her, knowing that this moment is special to both of us. This is the moment that I make my best friend so much more: my woman. This moment I have been waiting on for far too fucking long.

  Knowing how this feels, I would wait all over again if I had to. This is a feeling that many men aren’t lucky enough to ever experience and I wouldn’t give it up for anything . . .

  AFTER TALKING AND MAKING LOVE for about the fifth time, I help Riley get dressed before getting dressed myself, then pull her into my arms and press my lips to her forehead.

  “Come home tonight, baby,” I whisper. “Let me take you out on a real date.”

  Smiling, she grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. “You making me dinner and taking care of me would be the realest that a date could ever get. If you ask me, you’re the only one that has taken me on a real date.”

  My heart swells from her words and a sense of pride swarms through me. “This is why I love you so much, Rile.”

  Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her long and hard, not wanting to say bye for the next three hours. I just want her home and in my bed. “Hurry home so I can make you dinner and make love to you all fucking night. I have a lot of making up to do. I’ll never again lose time with you.”

  She smiles and pushes me away as someone knocks on the door. “Okay,” she laughs. “I’ll hurry back. I promise.”

  “Home,” I say, correcting her.

  She kisses me once more and smiles. “Home. I’ll hurry home. Better?”

  I grip her face and bite her bottom lip. “Much fucking better, baby.”

  The person at the door knocks again. Smiling so damn hard that I feel as if my face is about to rip, I open the door and step out.

  Kylie looks up at me and then at Riley, before grunting and motioning for me to get going. “About time. Damn! Your next client is here.” She turns back to me. “Move along now.”

  Grabbing the back of Riley’s neck, I pull her to me one more time and kiss her. “Love you, baby,” I say, making sure that Kylie gets the fucking hint. “See you in a bit.”

  Rolling her eyes, Kylie storms past us and goes back to her desk without another word.

  “Love you too.” She slaps my ass and gives me a shove. “Now go, before I get fired.”

  I throw my ha
nds up and start backing away. “Whoa now. Keep spanking me and I won’t be going anywhere.” I wink at her and then turn around to leave before I’m unable to stop myself.

  Fuck me, I love this woman . . .

  Two weeks later . . .

  I’M STANDING IN FRONT OF the mirror when I feel Cale wrap his arms around me from behind. Like always when he’s around, my heart starts pounding and I feel this rush. That feeling has only intensified since we have become official, and I seriously cannot get enough of him touching me.

  “You look fucking beautiful, Rile.” Grabbing my arm, he spins me around and whistles. “So damn beautiful.”

  Blushing, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “Mmm . . .” I run my tongue over my lips, tasting the sweet strawberries that he just got done eating. “Save some of those for later,” I say playfully. “If you keep eating them outside of the bedroom then we’ll never have enough.”

  Grinning, he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands grab for my ass and squeeze. “Do we really have to go?” He questions, while pushing his erection against me. “I want to fuck my woman so bad right now that being with those assholes is the last thing on my mind. I’ll call Slade back and tell him that we’re not coming.”

  “No!” I scream as he starts rushing into the bedroom. “Don’t do it, Cale.” He stops in front of the bed and I grab onto his neck tighter, holding on for dear life. “We’re going. We already said we would. My sister is waiting for me.”

  Growling against my lips, he wraps his hands into the back of my hair. “Well shit.” He kisses me and smiles. “We don’t have to stay long though, right? I’ve waited all damn day to get you home to me.” He kisses me again, his lips lingering against mine. “Fine, let’s go,” he grumbles in defeat.

  He sets me down to my feet and kisses the top of my head, before walking away and letting me finish getting ready.

  The last two weeks have been the best days of my life and there’s no denying it. Cale is so much more than I ever thought he could be. If I thought he made me feel special before, the feeling is double that now. This man hasn’t let me go one second without a smile on my face and I have a feeling that if it’s up to him then he’ll never let that happen. Cale truly is the perfect man for me.