Walk of Shame Series (Books 1-6)

by Victoria Ashley

  Hands grope at my chest, lifting at my shirt as I begin to move my hips to Ride by Chase Rice.

  The sassy blonde smirks from the kitchen, watching the other girls take advantage of me as if she finds it to be funny.

  This has me smiling.

  She’s pretending as if she’s only watching for the amusement of me being attacked, but the look in her curious green eyes gives away the truth of why she hasn’t turned away yet.

  I’m guessing she wants to see me naked just as badly as they do. She just doesn’t want to be the one to get me naked.

  Keeping my eyes on her, I bend one of the girls over, place my hand on her lower back and grind my hips against her ass.

  I grind slow and seductive, before giving her one hard thrust, almost knocking her over.

  She turns back to look at me, her eyes filled with need, before she lays down on her back and waves me over with her finger, wanting more of what I’ve got to offer.

  Standing above the brunette, I slowly pull my shirt over my head, before tossing it aside and dropping down to the ground, rolling my body above hers and rubbing my face over her neck.

  Money flies at me as I place her legs over my shoulders and lift her body up, thrusting against her, while on my knees.

  After a few seconds, I gently place her down to her back again, before jumping to my feet and reaching for the closest girl next to me, flipping her upside down so my cock is grinding against her face.

  Slowly turning around with the girl in my arms, I glance into the kitchen to see the sexy little blonde’s eyes on me. As soon as our eyes meet, she turns away and goes back to typing on her phone as if she was never watching in the first place.

  Why the hell does that make me want to get to her even more?

  Growling, I slap the girl’s ass that’s in my arms, before flipping her over and setting her back down to her feet.

  Cracking my neck, I reach for the button of my jeans, causing desperate screams from all around the room. A sound I used to love, but have grown a bit tired of over the months.

  But still, I’m here to do a job and that’s exactly what I’ll do.

  I lick my bottom lip, before slipping my hand inside my jeans and running it over my erection, while slowly letting my pants fall lower with each move of my hips.

  My eyes are still on the sassy blonde in the kitchen when she looks up again to see what I’m doing.

  Catching her off guard, I slide across the floor on my knees, grab her ass and lift her up so her legs are wrapped around my neck.

  Her hands grip at my hair for support as I stand to my feet and walk her over to the wall, pressing her back against it.

  I’m not gonna lie, having her in this position has me so damn hard and wanting nothing more than for her body to be pressed against mine.

  “Fuck it.” I growl against her pussy before biting her inner thigh.

  Moving to the music, I grab her legs and lower her down my body, until they’re wrapped around my waist now, my dick pressed against her heat.

  She says something that the music drowns out, while I hold her up with my hips, pinning her arms against the wall.

  I move against her sexy body, while thrusting her up the wall with my erection pressed between her legs.

  Fuck, this is extremely hot, making me wish there was nothing between our bodies.

  I let out a small growl, enjoying it as she tugs on my hair and squeezes me with her thighs, moving her body perfectly against mine.

  She shows enjoyment for a few short minutes, getting lost in the moment, before dropping her legs to the ground and then pushing at my chest, as I release her arms.

  “I’m not here for the entertainment. I’m here for my friend. Find someone else to fuck against the wall.” She runs her hands through her hair, looking extremely frustrated with herself. “Shit. I need to go.”

  I stand in the middle of the room sweaty as fuck, trying to catch my breath as I watch her walk out the front door and leave.

  My stomach drops, hating the fact that I pushed her to leave, when apparently all she wanted to do was mind her own business.

  Quickly, I walk toward the door, wanting to catch her, but stop when I get blocked in by a group of screaming women, wanting a show.

  One of the girls runs her hand over my arm, pulling my attention away from the door. “Don’t mind her. Eden’s been spending most of her time at a construction site with dirty men lately. Doesn’t get out much. She forgets what fun is sometimes.” The tall brunette grabs my hand and starts pulling me to the other side of the room where a group of women are standing in a circle. “Let’s keep this party rocking and rolling, baby. I paid good money for you fine ass men to take your clothes off. I want my floor littered with items of your clothing.”

  I glance at the door one last time, before looking around me to see the other guys practically naked by this point. All except Stone who refuses to lose his pants at private parties now.

  Usually, I’d be having the time of my life, covered in chocolate or whipped cream by now.

  But damn . . . this party seems a lot less fun without the sassy blonde watching me.

  A COUPLE HOURS LATER I’M pulling up outside my house, completely exhausted and ready for bed, again.

  My roommate, Colt, won’t be home for a few more hours, since he decided to stay and give Joni a private dance, now that the party has ended.

  So, I’m stripping out of these sweaty clothes and my ass is crashing on the couch. My bed seems entirely too far away right now.

  I’m exhausted.

  At least, I think I’m crashing out. Walking up to the porch to see Sara and her girlfriend Kendal, tells me otherwise.

  Sara instantly grabs my keys out of my hand and unlocks the door with a wicked smile. “I thought we’d never catch your ass.”

  I smirk as she pushes me through the door and her girlfriend follows behind. “Yeah, well I’m a busy guy. What can I say?”

  Before I know it, I’m slammed against the closed door, by both Sara and Kendal, their hands roaming over my hard body.

  Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and just enjoy the feel of their mouths on me. Occasionally, Sara and her girlfriend get an urge for dick, and they want to make sure they get it from a guy they both feel comfortable with.

  Over the last few weeks, it’s been me. So, I let them use my body any way they please.

  Within minutes, I’m completely stripped down and Sara is guiding Kendal’s head as her mouth wraps around my cock.

  It feels fucking fantastic, yet I’m still thinking about the sassy blonde from the party.

  As hot as Sara and her girlfriend are, my cock gets even harder when I imagine Eden on her knees taking me.

  As fucked up as it sounds, I have a feeling it’s going to be her I get off to tonight . . .

  Kash

  TIRED AND HALF ASLEEP, I lean against the side of the warehouse, smoking a cigarette while I wait for Abe and Calvin to arrive.

  They were both ordered to be here at seven A.M. sharp, yet it’s already half past the hour.

  My ass spends late nights dancing at the club, working my dick off. If I’m going to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to train these boys, then they better damn well be here on time and make it worth it to me.

  This is the third time this week, they’ve been late.

  Pissed off, I pull out my phone and toss my cigarette at the ground, about ready to give them both hell. Just as I get ready to scroll to Calvin’s name, I hear a car coming down the gravel driveway, forcing me to put my phone back into my hoodie and look up.

  I stand here with narrowed eyes, watching as the red Mazda comes to a stop next to my truck.

  Abe is the first one to stumble out of the car, looking half-dead and hungover as shit.

  Not to mention, his clothes are wrinkled and smell like whiskey as if he just crawled out of bed, in the same clothes he passed out in.

  Should’ve damn well known.

  “About fu
cking time, dicks. I told you to be here at seven. I was two seconds away from going back home and actually getting some damn sleep. You’re wasting my time.”

  Abe falls against the side of the car and pulls his hat down over his eyes to shield them from the light. “Shit. We didn’t get in until four. Cut us some slack, Kash. Honestly, I think I’m still drunk. This sucks dick.”

  I narrow my eyes at Calvin as he smiles cockily and jumps up on the hood of the car as if it’s no big deal that I woke my ass up early this morning and wasted my damn time, waiting on them. “We’re only thirty-five minutes late. You didn’t waste that much time waiting on us. It took me over an hour to get Abe’s ass up. I almost came alone, but figured you’d be more pissed than if we showed up late. We’re here so can we just do this?”

  “Nope.” I lock up the warehouse and begin walking to my truck. I’m in no mood for this shit this morning. My exhausted ass has been here since six, getting a workout in. Time and dedication is exactly what I expect from them as well. “Next time you fuckers better be on time. I’m getting some damn sleep before my fight tonight. Get Abe home so he can sleep that shit off.”

  “Oh, come on!” Calvin screams in frustration. “We won’t be late again. Don’t do this shit. We both want this job and you know it. Abe was just being a dick this morning. It won’t happen again.”

  “That’s what you said two days ago. If you can’t take this shit seriously, then neither can I. When I open my gym, I need one hundred fucking percent from the both of you.” I jump into my truck and slam the door shut, before sticking my head out the window to look at them.

  They both look like hell, tired and out of it. They’re not ready for what I had in store for them this morning.

  “See you guys back here later for the fights still or should I call Don and tell him to replace Abe?”

  “Yeah,” Calvin groans. “We’ll be here. Abe’s fight is two ahead of yours. He’ll be good by then. He’s not backing out.”

  “Good. Go get some damn sleep.”

  Abe gives me a thumbs up and almost falls over, before crawling back into the car.

  These boys might think I’m being hard on them, but I don’t expect my clients to wait. If they want to be trainers at my gym once it opens, then they need to show me dedication and hard work.

  I’m not getting these dicks ready to be trainers just for them to not be reliable and me have to find new guys after just a few months.

  I want long term and familiarity. A family.

  They better shape up and fast.

  Once I get back to the house, I walk inside to see Colt in the kitchen, cooking tacos in only his boxer briefs and a black beanie.

  “What the hell are you doing up this early?” I toss my keys down on the table and sit down to pull my shoes off. “And why the hell are you cooking tacos for breakfast?”

  “I’m drunk, high and hungry as shit. I’m going right back to bed after this. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t eat though.”

  “Whatever,” I say with a laugh. “Just don’t burn the damn house down while I’m sleeping. I’d hate to have to kill you.”

  I lay back on the couch and close my eyes, slowly dozing back off, until a hand runs over my chest and abs, before lowering and landing on my dick.

  Grunting, I reach out and grip Harper’s hand, stopping her from stroking my cock through my sweats.

  “Leave him alone,” Colt says from the kitchen with an amused laugh. “He’s grumpy as hell this morning, babe.”

  “Oh, come on . . .” She smiles down at me and moans when I open my eyes to look at her. “But he looks so damn tempting just lying there in that mysterious hoodie of his. I want to strip it off with my teeth and run my hands all over what’s beneath it.”

  Ignoring Colt, Harper leans in attempting to kiss me and work me up, but I bite her bottom lip, causing her to jump away from me with a squeal.

  Her lips might work on other men, but not me.

  “I don’t do kisses,” I growl out. “And I’m not in the mood to join in on your games. It’s too early for this shit and I have a long night ahead of me.”

  “What did I tell you, babe?” Colt joins us in the living room, tossing a bottle of water to me, before grabbing up his girl and tossing her over his shoulder. “We don’t need him to have fun. I have plenty of fun tricks up my sleeve. Let’s eat first though.”

  Letting out an annoyed breath, I sit up and open the water, emptying the whole bottle in one drink, before tossing the empty plastic across the room, hitting Colt in the back of the head as he walks through the kitchen.

  He just ignores me and slips his hand into Harper’s panties, not caring that her pussy is on display for me.

  Seriously? These two are crazy.

  Tiredly, I make my way through the house, slamming my bedroom door shut and locking it behind me.

  If I don’t, then I know Harper will end up half-naked in my bed again, groping me until I give in and join them.

  It’s been happening more frequently lately and surprisingly Colt is so chill and high most of the time he just goes with the flow.

  Hell, sometimes he just sits back and smokes a blunt, watching all the ways I can make his girl moan out and beg.

  Apparently, my body was built for pleasure since everyone seems to be using it lately.

  There’s only one person who seems to want nothing to do with it and for some reason I’m lying here, thinking about her once again . . .

  Eden

  BY THE TIME KNIGHT SHOWS up at my door and lets himself in, as if he owns the damn place, I’m already running twenty minutes behind schedule.

  It’s infuriating.

  He knew damn well ahead of time that I was starting back at the massage parlor this morning now that my father is back to take over his crew, yet he decided to take his precious time getting here as if it was the least important thing on his schedule today.

  It doesn’t surprise me one bit.

  “You told me you were on the way over an hour ago. What the hell, Knight. This is not acceptable. Be here on time or see your son when I get off work. I can’t be late again because of you.”

  He flashes me a cocky grin and leans against the door, crossing his huge arms. “Oh, calm down, Eden. If you lose your job at the parlor, you know damn well that daddy dearest will give you a job on one of his crews. Now, where’s my son? I want to at least see him for a few minutes before you kick me out.”

  I let out a frustrated breath and point down the hall, fighting with everything in me not to lose my cool and scream at him. “He’s in his room grabbing his backpack to go to the babysitter’s. You have five minutes to say hi and don’t you ever give me that shit again about me working for my father because you couldn’t be here on time. If I wanted to work with my father, I would’ve chose to do so years ago. So be on time for now on because I won’t wait next time.”

  “Damn, baby. Chill. You know I have a fight tonight. I was training late last night and had a hard time getting up. Now is the only time I can visit him today. Why the fuck are you always so uptight?”

  “Because of you,” I whisper yell, while pointing at his firm chest. “And watch your mouth. Alec can hear you. You don’t think your deep voice carries in this house? You will show respect when you’re in my home or you won’t step foot inside again.”

  “Daddy! Daddy!” We both look over just in time to see Alec rush down the hall and jump into Knight’s arms. “I didn’t think you were coming to see me. Mommy said we were about to leave.”

  “Of course, I was coming to see you, bud.” Knight bends down to set Alec back down to his feet, before giving him a frowny face and messing up his blonde hair. “But we have to make it fast because your mommy is rushing us. Says we only have a minute. You know how she gets.”

  Ugh. You son of a bitch.

  He always finds some way to put the blame on me. Never fails, but I refuse to have this discussion in front of my son.

  “But I w
ant to spend time with you, daddy” Alec whines, while tugging on Knight’s jacket. “Can’t I just stay with you today? I’ll be good. I promise. I have games and stuff in my bag.”

  Knight shakes his head and reaches out to grab Alec’s chin to look him in the eyes. “Sorry, buddy. Not today. Daddy’s busy.”

  I can practically see Alec’s five-year old little heart shatter into a thousand pieces when he grabs the straps of his backpack and looks down at the ground, defeated.

  “Busy,” I mutter. “Just like every other time your son asks to spend the day with you. You need to get your priorities straight. You only see him once a week for twenty minutes if he’s lucky.”

  My heart aches as I walk over and wrap my arms around Alec to comfort him. I hate seeing the disappointment on his face over and over again, each week. It never stops when it comes to his shitty father and it only makes me loath Knight more. “It’s okay, sweetie. Hannah is excited for you to come see her today. I promise you’ll have lots of fun with her. You always do.”

  “I know, mommy,” Alec mutters against my stomach, while wiping at his wet eyes. “I guess. But I never get to see daddy. It’s no fair. I want to see him.”

  “I know, baby.” I kiss the top of his head, before rubbing it and forcing a smile. “Why don’t you give your daddy a hug and then go put your bag in the jeep. I’ll be out in a second. Okay, baby boy.”

  Without a word, Alec walks over and wraps his arms around Knight, holding onto him as if he never wants to let go. “Bye, daddy. I miss you today.”

  “Bye, little guy.” He rubs the top of Alec’s head, before brushing his thumb under his eye to wipe his tear away. “Daddy loves you and will see you soon. Don’t cry. You’re a big boy now.”

  “Okay. Love you too, daddy,” he whispers, before walking away.

  I wait until Alec is outside, before I lose it on Knight.

  “The way you treat your son is bullshit!” I slam my keys down onto the counter and run my hands down my face in frustration. “You can treat me like shit all you want. You have for the last seven years, but you will not do the same to my son. He depends on you. Be a fucking father for once. Put him before everything else, like a real man should. Show him you love him.” I stop and release a long breath, my chest aching. “Dammit, Knight. You’re breaking him down, little by little and soon he’s going to stop trusting people. He barely lets people in as it is. He needs you and you know it. Show him you need him too.”