Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  I look behind me to see Stone and Jade at the small table, talking, but her eyes keep lingering over to Kash’s ass as if she can’t control them.

  “I’m going to take a wild guess and say yes.” Smiling, I slap his chest and push him out of my space. “Now move the fuck out of my way so I can finish winning.”

  “Damn, Baby.” Kash throws his arms up and backs up. “No wonder why Stone likes you so much. I might just take you home tonight if you’ll let me. I’ll take both you ladies on.”

  Stone continues talking to Jade, but slaps Kash upside the head, causing him to turn around in surprise.

  “Watch your fucking mouth, Dumb ass.”

  Jade looks at Kash as if she likes what he just said. She winks and he pushes down on his boner, making it aware of what she does to him.

  I throw my second dart and turn around to Stone standing right behind me. “I can’t stop thinking about slamming you up against that wall, holding you above my head, and tasting you, Sage.”

  The way he draws his bottom lip into his mouth after he’s done talking, has me almost panting, but I fight it.

  Stay strong . . . don’t cave in.

  “Stop trying to distract me,” I breathe, as he steps up behind me and presses his body to mine. “It’s not going to work.”

  He grips my hips with both hands and softly kisses the back of my neck. “You sure about that?” His hands squeeze my hips and he slightly lifts me up to press his erection against my ass. “Take a shot then. Go ahead,” he whispers.

  Clearing my throat, I bump him with my ass to get him to release me. “Back up, Smart ass.” Trying hard to focus, I throw my last dart, almost completely missing the board. “Shit.”

  Stone smiles in victory, before slapping my ass. “You ready to go home?” He nods his head at Kash and Jade all up close and personal with each other. “I think Kash is going to drive Jade’s jeep to her house. I’ll drive us.”

  Figuring that the game will take forever to finish, as long as it’s been taking us to pay attention to our turns, I agree it’s time to go.

  After saying bye to Jade and Kash, Stone walks me to his jeep and opens the door for me.

  He’s quiet the whole way home as if he’s thinking really hard about something, so I stay quiet too, not really sure what’s going to happen when we get home.

  I hope it’s not some weird, awkward moment. We haven’t really gotten any time alone since he danced for me the other night.

  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to tell him no after that . . .

  Stone

  THERE’S SOMETHING I WANT TO do to Sage as soon as I get her alone and I’m over here trying to decide if she’ll kick my ass for even attempting it.

  I figure the risk will be worth it. I’ll take an ass whooping from her any day of the fucking week as long as it involves her hands on me.

  Just the thought alone of her being rough with me makes me hard. So damn hard.

  Hoping that she’ll follow me, I walk around to the back of the house instead of the front, opening the gate to the pool.

  I don’t hesitate with yanking my shirt over my head, before dropping my jeans and kicking them to the side.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, while watching my legs flex as I walk over to her.

  “It’s what we’re doing.”

  Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower to the ground, grip the waist of her jeans and rip the button off, pulling until their unzipped.

  Surprised, she grips my hair and pulls as I yank her jeans down her legs, before lifting her up enough to pull her feet out of them.

  “Stone!” she yells. “Don’t throw me in that pool or I’ll kick your ass. I’ll hurt you, I swear.”

  “Is that a promise?” I question with a smirk, while lifting her up to throw her over my shoulder.

  “I mean it. Don’t do it,” she squeals. “It’s cold.”

  Holding on to her tightly, I walk over to the water and jump in, not releasing my grip on her, until we hit the coolness of the water.

  When we come up from under the water, Sage rushes at me, slapping my chest with her hand. “What. Did. I. Say,” she questions, between each hard smack. “I’m going to . . . to . . .”

  “What was that?” I cup my ear and lean in closer, when she continues to mumble, coming up with nothing to say. “If you want me to make you come, all you have to do is say so. I’m more than happy to.”

  Pulling her over to the shallow end, I cup her pussy with my hand and lift her up with a growl, before sliding her panties aside and slipping one finger inside.

  She grips at my shoulder and moans beside my ear as I slowly begin pumping in and out, while backing her up against the wall of the pool.

  “Damn you and your perfect fingers,” she breathes.

  “I don’t have to use my fingers,” I respond, while shoving a second one inside. “I can do much better.”

  “That wasn’t an invitation,” she growls out. “I think we should . . .” she throws her head back with a moan when I swirl my finger over her swollen clit.

  “Just give your body what it wants, Sage.”

  Lifting her up, I position Sage so her legs are straddling my shoulders and her soaking wet panties are pressed against my face.

  Squeezing my head with her thighs, she screams and pulls my hair with force. “You’re pushing it, Stone. So fucking close to the edge. Put me down before I kick your ass.”

  “Go ahead . . . hurt me,” I warn. “I’ll make you scream with my tongue so fucking loud that the neighbors will get off on it.”

  Pushing me, she squeezes my face tighter. “You won’t . . .”

  “Oh I will, Beautiful girl.” I gently bite her pussy, causing her to yank on my hair. “You like my mouth between your legs. Admit it.”

  Pushing her body closer so I can tease her, I suck her clit into my mouth through her thin, wet panties, sucking so hard that she cries out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

  “Stone,” she moans my name this time in desperation. “Get my fucking panties out of the way, dammit.”

  Licking her through the fabric, I suck her clit into my mouth once more, before releasing it. “Admit it then.”

  “I miss it,” she breathes. “And I’m going to kill you later for making me admit it, but for now . . .”

  She pushes my head between her legs and leans back with another moan as I rub my face in her pussy and growl against it.

  I set her down on edge of the pool so I can remove her wet panties.

  Then I sink into the water in front of her, before coming back up, spreading her legs apart, and running my stiff tongue along her aching pussy.

  “Take your shirt off,” I growl out. “I want to see your nipples harden when I taste you. They always got so fucking hard for me.”

  Without hesitation, she removes her shirt, before undoing her bra and tossing it behind her. “This is as far as it goes,” she attempts to say with force. “No sex. We just . . . just no sex.”

  I may not be having sex with her tonight, but her letting me pleasure her with my tongue is the only sign that I need, to know that she still aches for me just as much as I do her.

  Tonight . . . tonight she’s going to remember what it’s like to have my tongue taste her so damn good that she’s going to beg me to please her in every way possible by the end of the week.

  Gripping her legs, I moan as I look over her naked body, remembering what it was like to have her above me, riding me.

  “Fuck . . . I’ve missed pleasuring this beautiful body.” Reaching up with one hand, I cup her left breast and bury my face between her legs.

  My tongue works slowly at first to spread the moisture up her folds, being gentle and teasing her, making her want more. My rhythm is precise and in control, knowing the exact spot to work her up. I’m slowly building her up, knowing she’ll want more at the end.

  I catch her moaning as I slide my tongue down further and shove it into her pussy as deep as it will go. I�
�m fucking her with my tongue, working her up to want me back inside of her.

  She rips and pulls at my hair, pushing my face further between her legs as if she wants to suffocate me with her beautiful vagina.

  I’d die a happy man and ask one of the boys to inscribe it on my fucking headstone.

  Pulling my tongue out, I gently suck her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, while shoving a finger inside her and pumping in and out.

  This used to drive her crazy and I’m hoping it still does.

  From the way that she digs into my back and squeezes my head, I’m going to take that as a fucking hell yes.

  “Oh fuck,” she moans. “Shit, Stone. Keep going.” Her hands rip at my hair now. “I’m so close. I’m close . . . fuck!”

  Her legs shake above my shoulders as her pussy clenches around my finger so damn hard that it’s almost as if she’s been deprived of orgasms since we stopped messing around months ago.

  A part of me is relieved, yet the other part of me wants her to feel good all of the time.

  Fuck, I feel guilty for not pushing this sooner and making her cave into me pleasuring her.

  I kiss the inside of her thighs, before releasing her as she slides back into the water, breathing heavily.

  She doesn’t look at me or speak for what seems like five fucking minutes, which has my heart completely pounding out of my chest in anticipation.

  “I almost forgot how good your mouth felt,” she says, still out of breath. “Your mouth has always been my weakness.”

  She dives into the water, swimming over to the deep end.

  Smiling, I watch her as she comes up for air.

  “I couldn’t let you forget. I won’t.”

  “Then are you sure we should still be roommates?” she asks with a slight grin. “This could get complicated. Do we want that?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I swim over to her and wrap her legs around my waist. “The more complicated . . . the better satisfying that it is in the end when we both give in.”

  I cup her face.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, sounding slightly panicked.

  “Giving you a good night kiss.”

  Before she can say anything, I press my lips against hers, claiming them like in the past, before slowly caressing my tongue with hers as her lips part. It’s soft, slow and hot as fuck.

  Our tongues instantly work together as if we’ve never stopped kissing to begin with. It’s so fucking natural that my dick twitches, at the fact that we were made to be doing this. Stone and fucking Sage . . . together.

  Now, I’m determined more than ever to get her into my arms for good.

  Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I release it and pull away with a small growl. “I also couldn’t let you forget my mouth on yours.”

  Licking her lips, she turns her face away from me. “Goodnight, Stone.”

  I release her from my arms, watching as she swims over to the edge of the pool and climbs out, completely naked.

  Holy fuck . . . she’s beautiful.

  “Goodnight,” I whisper, mostly to myself as she disappears into the house, leaving me hard as fuck in this pool.

  As much as I’d love to sink into her and remind her how good I feel inside of her, I know I can’t move that fast if I want to make her fall for me.

  I need to remind her of the small things first.

  My dick will have to wait . . .

  Sage

  I HAVEN’T SEEN STONE SINCE last night in the pool, when he shamelessly made me come from that damn magic mouth of his. By the time I got off work this evening, he was already at W.O.S and he won’t be home until late tonight.

  Why does this disappoint me?

  I’ve been thinking about him all day and smiling to my damn self like an idiot. I almost feel like a teenaged girl, finding out that her crush likes her back.

  So damn weird . . .

  Lying in bed, eating chicken and rice, in my underwear and a tank top, I struggle between wanting to go to the club and telling myself that I’d be stupid to go.

  If I go see him, it’ll give him the impression that I want him again and that it’s okay for him to do whatever he pleases with me.

  As much as I want a physical relationship with him, I’m not sure I can handle that without blurring the lines, falling for him and wanting more.

  I came so close in the past to losing myself to him. Too close. And I know if I let myself care for him and then lose him, I’ll be devastated.

  I’m not heartless. I care for Stone. I care for him very much, but after being crushed over and over again by every person that I ever cared for or thought should’ve cared for me, I’m not sure I’m strong enough.

  I want to be. So damn bad.

  “You’re staying right here in this bed,” I mumble to myself, while stuffing my face with rice. “You’ve been strong for over seven months now. Don’t. Cave. In.”

  Picking up the remote, I flip through the hundreds of channels, but can’t seem to concentrate on anything that’s on. Not one damn thing.

  All I can think about is Stone and the fact that he’s got hundreds of women clawing at his half-naked ass right now, wanting him to pleasure them with his magic fucking everything.

  Shoving the now empty container aside, I reach for my phone when it vibrates next to me. I get excited for a quick second, thinking it might be Stone, but it’s not.

  It’s a message from Jade.

  Jade: Whatcha doing? You better be awake.

  Me: Laying around and watching TV. I’m still awake, unfortunately.

  Jade: Get your ass up and dressed. Kash is dancing tonight and he invited me to watch him.

  Me: Yeah . . . can’t you go alone? I have to be up early tomorrow.

  Jade: Um . . . no. I need you there. PLEASE!

  Me: Put your big girl panties on, Jade. I’m tired.

  Jade: I can’t. I need help pulling them up. PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!

  Me: I hate you sometimes . . .

  Jade: Is that a yes, gorgeous?

  Me: It’s a maybe . . .

  My phone doesn’t go off for the next five minutes, so I just lay here and struggle with my damn self.

  I almost think that Jade has given up on me, until it vibrates again, causing me to sit up and exhale.

  Picking it up, I get ready to tell her I’ll go, but the name that flashes across the screen has my stomach doing backflips and my heart beating out of my chest. Yeah . . . it’s like that with him.

  Stone: I can still taste you on my tongue . . . so distracting. Do you know how hard it is to not pop a boner every few minutes?

  His text has me laughing out loud and trying hard to stop myself from smiling, but I can’t. I can only picture his face right now and how he probably has that one brow lifted as he types with that cocky ass grin of his.

  Me: You could try mouthwash. Have you ever heard of it? There’s a bottle in our bathroom. That might control your boner. ;)

  Stone: And wash the delectable taste of your throbbing pussy out of my mouth . . . how else am I going to get through the night without you?

  Me: Who says you have to?

  Seriously, Sage!

  I mentally slap myself for allowing myself to flirt back and work him up even more than he already is, knowing where that might lead later. Last night was already pushing the friend-zone limit.

  Stone: Is that an invitation? Cause’ I accept with my mouth wide open.

  Me: You really are something else . . .

  Stone: I’ve been told that’s a good thing. By you . . .

  He’s not wrong there. His playful personality and non-filtered mouth is what made me want him in the first place. It made me feel happy and . . . alive.

  Stone: Gotta go. See you later, roomie ;)

  I jump when my bedroom door flies open to Jade coming at me with a look of disappointment.

  “Why the hell isn’t your ass dressed? Kash goes on in less than twenty minutes. Hurry! Get up!”

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nbsp; “Seriously?” Standing up, I brush past her and slip on a pair of jeans. “What made you so sure I’d even go? I never said yes.”

  “Because . . .” she smiles as I change into a cute, red blouse and quickly throw my hair up. “You didn’t say no.”

  “I’ll go.” I hold up a hand, while slipping on a pair of black heels. “But only for a couple of hours. I’m gone before midnight so don’t even bother with trying to get me to stay ‘til close.”

  “Deal.” Her smile broadens. “You do realize that Stone will be dancing right after Kash, right? So that’s within the next hour.”

  “I do.” I lift a brow and smile to myself. “So, I’ll be gone after he dances. If I’m going, might as well make it worth it for me too, Babe.”

  “I won’t argue there.” She looks down at her phone, before grabbing my arm and pulling me through the house with her. “Ten minutes now. I don’t want to miss even a second.”

  Surprisingly, Jade has never seen Kash dance. In fact, I think she’s only been to W.O.S a few times and that was before Kash started.

  It should be interesting to see her reaction when she sees just how dirty Kash can be on the stage.

  He’s dirty . . . but not as dirty as Stone or Styx.

  IT’S INSANELY CROWDED HERE TONIGHT, but Lane worked his magic to find us tables right in the front row.

  I have a feeling that Cale had something to do with that. He smiled at us from across the room as we were walking in, then right after that, Lane was talking into his earpiece.

  God, I love that man. He’s the cutest thing ever and does what he can to make sure everyone’s happy. Not to mention that he’s an amazing dad and family man.

  Him taking over W.O.S has been the best thing for this place. The changes he made by adding private rooms has pretty much doubled business, making it possible for the boys to bring in a shitload of money.

  Not that the boys weren’t already.

  “Here he comes.” Jade slaps my arm, getting all giddy, when Kash appears on the darkened stage. “Is that a uniform? Please tell me he’s in uniform. Oh please,” she begs.

  The music starts and the spotlight lands on Kash, standing there in a police uniform.