Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

I keep my word.

  Walk Of Shame will have to wait.

  I’ve never been late when my father gets off work and I won’t be for Meadow neither.

  “Woah there, gorgeous. Looking a little sweaty. Your stalker wearing you out already? Want me to get the water pitcher to cool you off?” She winks and laughs as I tilt the beer back and then pour some over my head to cool off.

  I’m that damn hot.

  Her throwing water on us is the highlight of her damn night. She did it once a few months back and now it’s become almost a nightly routine.

  Sometimes just to fuck with us, she throws some ice in it. That’s why you want to keep on her good side. Ice does not do the body good. Especially the most important part and the way she’s looking at me now gives me the idea that there’d be ice in my pitcher for annoying her.

  “Nope, I got it. What time is it?”

  “Someone sure has been asking about the time an awful lot tonight. What . . . Do you think I don’t have better things to do than check the time every twenty minutes for your ass?” She walks over to the register to grab her phone with a roll of her eyes. “It’s a quarter to eleven. Why? It’s not like-”

  “Shit.” I slam my empty beer down on the bar in front of her when she walks back over. “Tell Cale I’ll be back in thirty. I gotta go take care of something important.”

  “Styx,” she yells after me, when I take off through the crowd in a hurry. “What the hell. You’re in the middle of a damn show.”

  “Was!” I yell back, before pushing past Lane and out the back door, shirtless with my jeans still unbuttoned.

  Grabbing my helmet, I straddle my bike and rev the engine, ignoring Lane’s attempts to get my attention.

  I’m just about to speed off, when I feel a hand run down my bare back. “Where you headed, Styx? I can be some pretty good company.”

  Growling under my breath, I let out a frustrated breath and shake my head as the tall brunette walks around me, trailing her hand along my body on the way.

  This is exactly why I’m done with the girls that come to the club. They’re all the same and it doesn’t amuse me anymore.

  “I’d love for you to take me for a ride. Ever fucked on a motorcycle?”

  She lifts the front of her short dress and slides her hand inside her panties as if that’s the key to getting me where she wants me.

  “Yes,” I say stiffly, while pulling her other hand away right as she goes to reach for my package. “But I won’t be fucking you on mine.”

  Her face looks shocked as she scans my body over with hard eyes. “Seriously? You’re saying no? To this . . .”

  I look down at her hand as she begins pumping her finger in and out of her pussy and moaning.

  That shit isn’t working on me. I’m not even fucking hard.

  “Fuck yes I am.”

  Before she can say anything else, I speed out of the parking lot and toward the hospital, not the least bit affected by her attempt to fuck me.

  I’ve had hundreds of girls just like her throwing themselves at me since I started stripping at the club. It takes much more to hold my attention now.

  Even though it’s dark, I catch heads turning my way, but I ignore them all, until I’m pulling up next to Meadow’s truck.

  I park behind it and get off my bike to lean against her vehicle and wait. Running my fingers through my hair, I realize just how sticky I am from that beer.

  Maybe I should’ve let Sara pour that pitcher on me. Holy fuck this does not feel good right now, but I didn’t want the ice that was sure to be in that pitcher.

  I’m not even waiting for five minutes, when I look up to see Meadow watching me with surprise in her eyes.

  It’s as if she didn’t believe I’d really be here. I hate the idea of that.

  “You made it. Shirtless . . . but you made it.” She smiles and walks toward me, stopping a few inches in front of me. Her eyes lower down to my bare chest, before raising back up to meet mine. “You really didn’t have to leave work for me. All those screaming women back at the club paying to see the sexy, shirtless man in front of me and you still came to see me?” she teases. “I’m shocked you even remembered my name, Styx.”

  My eyes drift a few parking spots over, locking on Jase. He unlocks his Mustang, keeping his brooding eyes on me the whole time as he opens the door, making it clear that he’s watching us.

  “I always keep my word and I’ll never forget your name,” I say stiffly, to let Jase know that I plan on sticking around for a while. “What are your plans for tonight?”

  I shouldn’t be asking her this, but seeing the look in her eyes when she first saw me standing here, makes it impossible for me not to want to spend time with her right now.

  Going back to the club to dance for other women is the last thing on my mind. I can’t. So fuck it.

  “My plan was to go home and watch . . .”

  Jase pulls up behind us, rolling down his window and interrupting what Meadow was about to say.

  “Everything okay out there, babe? Sure you don’t want to take me up on that offer from earlier? We can pick up your car in the morning. It’ll be fine here.”

  Instinctively, my arm wraps around Meadow’s waist and I hold her close as she responds to the douchebag.

  “Firstly . . . I’m not your babe. Don’t call me that again. Secondly . . . I already told you to fuck off. Goodnight, Jase.”

  Grunting, he gives me a dirty look and speeds off, doing a burnout as if that shit is going to intimidate me.

  Meadow is distracted with watching him, so I flip her around and press her against her truck.

  I can’t help but to notice the way my heart speeds up as soon as our bodies meet. “Did he mess with you today?”

  She leans her head back, resting it in my hand, as she looks up at me. “Doesn’t matter. I took care of him. It’s fine.”

  Hearing that pisses me the hell off, but there’s nothing I can do now that he’s gone. I’ll have to deal with him later. “You’ve had a long night at work.” I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Follow me.”

  I really need to take care of her right now . . .

  Meadow

  MY HEART IS RACING THE whole time that I’m following Styx to his house. At least I think that’s where I’m following him.

  I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t feel the need to. He asked me to follow him and my entire body gave me no other choice but to listen.

  He keeps surprising me and I have to admit that I love that.

  I never actually expected him to leave work and show back up at the hospital like he said. I’ve become used to words with little action to back them up when it comes to men.

  At least the one I trusted the most. He left me at my worst and I still haven’t forgotten.

  Styx is proving to be different and with each word that leaves his mouth, I find myself becoming more and more attracted to him and not just physically.

  I feel a pull toward him that no other man has been able to make me feel since I’ve closed myself off ten months ago.

  Not to mention that the way he looked at Jase in the parking lot was as if he wanted nothing more than to protect me from him and I have to admit that I loved it more than I expected. It made me feel safe and wanted.

  A feeling that I miss with everything in me.

  My heart continues to race as I pull up in the driveway beside Styx’s motorcycle and unfasten my seatbelt.

  I have no idea what he has in mind for us tonight, but I’m dying to find out. Spending time with him is something that I seem to look more forward to with each passing day.

  Before I get a chance to even reach over and grab my purse from the passenger seat, my truck door flies open and Styx reaches in to pull me out.

  The way he handles me is a complete turn on and I instantly think about sex with him, making me want him again. Once was not enough.

  His blue eyes meet mine as he slams my truck door shut and lifts me up, pushing me aga
inst the side of my truck with his hips. “I’ve been thinking about taking care of you all night. There’s so many dirty things I want to do to you right now, but I won’t. You deserve so much more. You give so much to others. Let me give to you.”

  He closes his eyes and then leans in to kiss my neck, moaning against me. The vibration of his mouth against me has me moaning out load and closing my eyes in enjoyment. “Maybe I want both sides of you, Styx. The caring and the dirty. Maybe I want the dirty right now. Maybe I need it.”

  He growls against my neck and then bites it, brushing my skin with his rough beard as he moves. I love the feel of his beard on me. So damn hot. He’s not making it any easier to wait. “I won’t touch you while I have other women on me, Meadow. I need to take care of you first.”

  He begins pulling me away from the truck, but I yank his hair, letting him know that I’m not ready to go in yet.

  It’s dark and quiet out here. Maybe people are awake . . . maybe they aren’t. Doesn’t matter. I want him. Right. Now.

  “Wait . . .”

  He stops walking at the sound of my voice, giving me a curious look. “Everything okay?”

  I reach in between us and rub my hand over his thick erection, showing him that everything is more than okay. “I just don’t want to go inside yet.”

  He has me completely turned on right now and it makes me want to try something that every guy I have been with before has been afraid of doing. The idea of this has always gotten me excited.

  He smirks down at me once he realizes what I’m asking him to do. “Right fucking here? We’ll wake the whole neighborhood.”

  I nod my head and squeeze his dick through his pants. “I don’t care. Let us wake them then.”

  My words cause him to rush to the back of my truck and pull the tailgate down, setting me down inside.

  Holy shit, this is really about to happen.

  With his eyes burning into me, he grips my hips with force and pulls me down to the edge of the truck bed so my ass is barely hanging on the surface.

  Keeping his intense eyes on mine, he pulls my scrubs down my legs, tossing them aside as he admires my body with a moan of appreciation.

  His hands roam up my legs and thighs, giving me chills.

  Before I can even register what he’s doing, he has my thong in his hands, ripping them from my body with a growl.

  My legs tremble with excitement and anticipation of him taking me hard, and I find myself unable to wait. I’m too damn turned on now.

  “I need you naked, Styx. Holy shit, you’re so damn sexy.”

  A soft rumble comes from his throat as he quirks an eyebrow and grips both of my wrists in his hands, pulling me up to meet his jeans. “You want me naked,” he whispers. “Show everyone how badly. Undress me . . .”

  Biting my bottom lip, I unbutton his jeans and yank them down with force, along with his briefs, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfection. And trust me, there’s a lot of inches to take in.

  I notice him struggling to reach into his jeans, before he kicks them aside and rips the wrapper of a condom open with his teeth.

  My eyes are on his perfect mouth, but lower when he struggles to roll the condom over his erection.

  He strokes his lengths a few times, watching as I yank my shirt off over my head and toss it aside, waiting for him to take me how I want him right now.

  “Fuck me!” Gripping my thighs, he steps in between them and slams into me, hard.

  I scream out while wrapping my legs around his waist, causing him to thrust harder, rolling his hips in and out in perfect rhythm.

  My grip on his bicep, tightens, me wanting him harder and faster. I can’t get enough of this man right now and I want him to feel this.

  With each hard thrust, I scream out and dig my nails into his skin, only making him go harder and deeper, until we’re both moaning out our pleasure, him coming right after I squeeze him tight.

  “Fucking shit,” Styx breathes against my lips. “I wanted to take care of you first. I’m dirty and sticky from the club, but I can’t deny you of shit.”

  I laugh and suck his lip into my mouth, biting it gently, before releasing it. “I couldn’t wait. I’ve been thinking about touching you all day.”

  Pulling me away from the truck, he walks us toward his opened garage, fisting my hair with his free hand as I straddle his waist and hold on tight.

  The garage door closes behind us and I find myself melting into Styx as he walks us through the house and to the bathroom.

  Opening the glass door, he reaches in and turns on the shower water, before setting me down to my feet and pulling his condom off, tossing it outside of the shower. “You’ve had a long night at work now let me fucking take care of you.”

  He begins stripping my bra off and all I can think about is the fact that he should be at work, yet here he is, catering to me. He lowers down to his knees, running his hands up my legs.

  “Styx . . .” I grab his hair and meet his gaze. “Shouldn’t you be going back to the club? I don’t want you losing your job over me.”

  He shakes his head and kisses up my thigh, stopping before he gets where I want him. “I’m not going back tonight. Forget about the club. It doesn’t matter right now. I’m here with you. You matter.”

  Butterflies fill my stomach and a happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time has me smiling so hard that I can’t fight it.

  What is this man doing to me?

  I step under the water and close my eyes as the warmness runs over my skin, relaxing me. He’s right. It’s been an extremely long day at the hospital and I need this right now.

  His hands rubbing soap over my skin, his lips kissing me in places that gives my whole body goosebumps. I need this.

  He’s gentle in the way he touches me now. The way he washes my hair. The way he massages the thick soap into my shoulders, making my whole body feel so damn good.

  I lean into his hard body as his hands snake around the front of me, rubbing soap over my hard nipples, before disappearing between my legs.

  One hand pushes my legs apart, while his other hand brushes over my sensitive pussy, making my body crave for him to take me again.

  “Styx,” I moan out. “I love the way you touch me. I might get too used to this if you keep being so damn good at it.”

  He stops just long enough to dip a finger inside me, before he goes back to rubbing my clit with his other fingers. “Maybe I want you to get too used it. Maybe I want you to be familiar with my touch,” he whispers from behind me. “So if another man touches you, you’ll crave for the familiarity of my fingers pleasing you and making you come undone.”

  I lean my head back and cry out as his movements speed up and his erection presses against my ass, teasing me. “Maybe I like the idea of you coming undone only for me . . .”

  As soon as his teeth dig into my neck, I come undone under his touch, gripping onto his arm as my orgasm rides out.

  “Hooooly fuuuck . . .” I breathe into his arm and squeeze it. “It’s like you know exactly what I need and you give it to me, but even better.”

  He laughs into the top of my hair. “Is that why you stalked me at the club that first night? Just one look at me and you knew I’d be damn good at pleasing you.”

  I teasingly bite his arm and laugh. “You like the idea of me stalking you so much, that you decided to stalk me back, Styx Sterling.”

  He holds onto me with one hand and reaches for the soap to rub down his own body now. “You like me so much that you’ve learned my last name.” He stops and turns me around to kiss me. “Fuck, I love that,” he whispers against my lips.

  “Good,” I whisper back, before jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “You know what I love?”

  “Tell me,” he growls, before biting my lower lip.

  “When you make me feel wanted and protected.” I press my lips to his, while reaching behind him and turning off the shower water. “The way you held me the other night
. The way you kiss me. The way you touch me and the way you fuck me. I could keep going on.”

  He grips my ass and bites my bottom lip again, but harder this time. “Fuck, I want to keep you.”

  I smile against his lips. “After that delicious burger you brought to me for lunch today, I might want to keep you too. We’ll see . . .”

  He laughs and then kisses me. “Let’s get you to bed. You can hardly keep your eyes open.”

  Holding onto him, I bury my face into his neck, taking in his sexy scent as he carries me through his house and to his bed.

  If I weren’t so exhausted right now, I’d ride this man all night, just to listen to him moan, while he’s inside me.

  Everything about Styx turns me on and makes me desperately want him right now, but a twelve-hour day dealing with sick patients has taken its toll. Once will have to be enough for tonight.

  I feel myself falling asleep right when he snuggles in behind me and pulls the blanket around us.

  I’m beginning to love this feeling way too much . . .

  Styx

  I WAKE UP TO THE sound of something vibrating from the bathroom floor. It takes about the third time, before I finally shake my sleep off enough to realize that it’s my phone.

  My jeans are still on the bathroom from when I fetched them from outside, right before crawling back into bed with Meadow.

  “Fucking shit.” Being careful not to wake Meadow, I slip out of my bed and rush to the bathroom, grabbing my phone right as it goes off for the fourth time.

  “What the fuck, Styx.” Cale’s angry voice comes through the phone, making me feel instant guilt for not coming back to finish my shift like I told Sara to tell him I would.

  I’ve only ever heard Cale angry once. It takes a lot to piss him off and I’m an asshole for being the reason for it now.

  I let out a long breath and run my hand through my hair. “Shit. I’m an asshole. I’m sorry, man. It won’t happen again.”

  “I can’t just have you leaving the club during the middle of a damn show like that. I understand that Sara said it was important, but you need to talk to me and let me know that. I have no problem calling in Hemy or looking for an extra dancer to fill in so you can have more time off. But fucking tell me. Got it?”