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  CALE

  Copyright © 2015 Victoria Ashley

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  Cale

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Books by Victoria Ashley

  Six years ago . . .

  GRABBING RILEY BY THE WAIST I fall backward, pulling her into the freezing water with me. I feel her stiffen in my arms and squeal as the frigid water surrounds us, numbing our skin, as we slowly sink to the bottom with me still holding onto her. She’s leaving for Mexico tomorrow and this might be our last moment together. The thought causes my chest to ache as I pull her even closer while we break through the water’s surface, both of us fighting for air, and our bodies frozen.

  She sucks in a deep breath before releasing it and screaming, “CALE!” Turning around in my arms, she presses her hands against my chest and shoves me, while trying to keep her teeth from chattering. “The water is free . . . eezing.”

  Her body is shaking violently from the cold, so I use this as an excuse to keep her warm. I’ve had feelings for Riley for as long as I can remember, but timing has never seemed to be on our side. If I can’t have her . . . then I’ll wait. She means more to me than any woman ever could, and I have a plan to show her that—a promise that I made to myself. I just don’t know how to tell her I want her without ruining our friendship, but I’ll show her when the time is right.

  Placing one arm behind her head, I pull her body against my chest and then wrap both of her legs around my waist as I back up against the wall of the pool to support her. “I’ve got you, Rile.” I brush her wet, brown hair out of her face and smile as I reach out and touch her quivering bottom lip. I have to admit, she’s so damn adorable while freezing her ass off. I should feel bad for torturing her, but I don’t. Not really. I know she loves me teasing her. “If you don’t stop shaking that lip . . . I’m going to bite it.”

  I see a hint of a smile, before she punches my chest and laughs. “You can be such a dick sometimes, Cale.”

  “I know,” I admit. “That’s why you love me so much, Riley Raines.”

  All laughter and playfulness seems to stop as our eyes meet. It looks as if she wants to say something, but stops right as her mouth opens to speak. Her face looks guilty and I hate it. I hate that look.

  “What, Riley?” I pull her chin up as she looks away. “Say it,” I whisper. “You know you can tell me anything.”

  She closes her eyes for a moment before shaking her head and biting her bottom lip. She looks hurt, but I have a feeling she won’t give me the info I’m seeking. “It’s nothing,” she says softly. “It’s just that . . . I’m going to miss you. That’s all.” She forces a smile and tugs on the ends of my hair playfully. “Don’t look so sad, you big stud you. You’ll do fine without me and forget about me in no time.” She turns her head, hiding her eyes from my view.

  “Not true. Don’t ever say that.” My heart is beating so damn hard against her chest that I’m surprised she hasn’t asked me if I’m about to have some kind of freak attack. She’s the only girl that makes my heart race like this and hearing those words out of her mouth causes it to ache like nothing else. How can she not realize how much I’m truly going to miss the shit out of her? “It’s kind of hard not to be sad.”

  I make my best pouty face, trying to make her feel bad. This face always seems to work on her. “I have to wait for you to come home, all alone, so I can give you my virginity.”

  She looks stunned for a moment before she bursts out in laughter and squirms her way out of my arms. Her laugh is so damn beautiful. “You jerk. You almost made me feel bad for you for a minute . . . and we both know you’re not a virgin. Stop kidding around.” She attempts to pull herself out of the pool, but I grab her waist, stopping her.

  “Where are you going?”

  She looks down at me, water dripping down her beautiful curvy body. I want so much to just take her right here and give her all of me, but time is not on my side at the moment; it never seems to be when it comes to Riley. “It’s getting late. I told my mom I’d be home early so I can finish packing.”

  “Stay,” I whisper, pulling her back into the pool with me. My hands cup her face and I pull her so close that our lips are almost touching. “Don’t leave me here.”

  “What?” She shakes her head and kisses me on the cheek, her lips lingering for a moment. “I can’t. My grandma needs me. I have to go, Cale. I have no choice.”

  I watch as she gets out of the pool and grabs for my dry shirt, snuggling against it to keep warm, before pulling it over her head. I can’t be sure, but it looks as if she sniffed it. I love that.

  “I’m keeping this by the way.” She smiles with a sad look in her eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise. Time will fly by. Just watch.” Her voice comes out sad and hesitant, because she and I both know that’s not true. Time will definitely be a bitch while she’s gone, and I’m sure it’s going to feel like a lifetime without seeing her smile or hearing her beautiful laugh.

  I nod my head and turn away from her as she starts walking away. I can’t stand to watch her walk out of my life. It hurts more now that it’s actually happening, especially knowing that there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but . . . I need her to know one thing before she leaves. One thing that I hope will mean something to her in the future.

  “I am still a virgin by the way,” I say, wanting her to know I wasn’t lying about that. I would never lie to Riley. I can’t.

  I hear her stop walking before I hear a small, but painful laugh. “Yeah, me too,” she says. She whispers something afterwards but I miss it, too scared to look her way. I hear her footsteps in the grass as she starts walking again and it hurts so damn bad that I can’t breathe.

  By the time I get the courage to turn around she’s gone . . . out of my life and soon she’ll be out of Chicago. She’s the one and only girl I have ever loved and I never even got the chance to tell her.

  Life can be a bitch . . .

  Present day . . .

  WALK OF SHAME IS FULL of people partying and getting wasted beyond sense, but really, I just can’t seem to get my head into being here.

  My mind has been on one thing and one thing only: Riley. Ever since Aspen blu
rted out that Riley would be home soon, my mind has been stuck on her. I’ve been replaying our last moment together, before she left, and it almost feels as if it were yesterday. The ache is still there, weighing on my chest.

  We haven’t spoken in over two years now, and even I know that I’m not over her. I’m not sure that I ever will be, and knowing that she’s coming home reminds me of the promise I kept to myself six years ago, when I was still just a stupid teen.

  We kept in contact for the first four years, talking on the phone at least once a week, late into the night, until she mentioned that she’d met someone that was interested in her. It hurt like hell, but knowing that she wouldn’t be back home for a while I realized that I needed to let her live while she was there. There was no way I was going to hold her back by breaking down like a pussy and telling her how much I loved her. Asking her to wait for me as I have planned on waiting for her would be selfish.

  Eventually, the calls slowed down until we were at the point that we barely talked but once every few months. Then . . . they ended all together. I think it was necessary in order for us both to go on with our lives, because every time we talked I could hear the ache and longing in her voice. I had to make it easier for her to live in hopes that it would make it easier for me.

  Knowing that she’ll be back any day now, possibly even now, has me unable to function properly.

  I’ve been holding back from fucking other women, only giving them oral pleasure, because to me she’s more important than just a meaningless lay. I thought that after we stopped calling each other every week that I would just forget about my promise to wait, but I never did. It’s always been in the back of mind, fucking with me and making it impossible for me to take a woman to bed and give myself to her. I want her to find peace in knowing that when my cock enters her that she’s the only woman I’ve been inside of and that I plan on pleasuring her over and over again until she can no longer handle me. I won’t be able to stop and I sure as hell don’t have any plans to.

  Standing up straight, I run my hands through my hair while letting out a frustrated breath, bringing myself back to reality. I’m not much of a drinker, but right now . . . I feel like downing a fifth of whiskey.

  Trying to get my head back into my performance, I twist both of my arms into the chain hanging above my head and thrust to the slow rhythm, while letting my unbuttoned jeans fall lower and lower with each movement. The screaming of the crowd causes me to put on a fake smirk and get into the moment as much as I will get, enough to at least finish my last performance of the night.

  I’m close to the edge of the stage. Girls are reaching out to grope me as I give them a show. I can feel the sweat rolling down my body, dripping onto the marble stage at my feet as I continue pretending that I’m fucking every single girl in this room.

  That’s what they all want. That’s all they ever want. These girls are here because they want to feel as if I want them, so . . . that’s what I make them believe. As fucked up as it sounds, it sends them home happy. That’s what matters here at Walk Of Shame.

  “Right here! Cale!”

  I open my eyes and bring them down to meet the brunette below me that is eagerly waving a wad of cash above her head. Releasing the chains, I walk to the edge of the stage, grab onto the back of her head, and grind my crotch into her face before thrusting repeatedly. In no time my jeans are on the floor and I’m standing in nothing but my white, very see through, boxer briefs.

  I grind slow and hard, making her reach around and shove her cash into the back of my boxer briefs, just above my ass crack. I feel her hands exploring my ass, so I reach behind me and discretely pull them away before jumping off the stage.

  The screaming of the women gets significantly louder as soon as my feet hit the main level. It’s almost the end of my performance, and tonight I’m ending it with a little something special.

  Making my way through the crowd I stop in front of the redhead that is hopefully going to help clear my head later. Straddling her lap, I sway my hips while running her hands up my bare chest, before pushing them down my body and stopping at the waist of my briefs.

  I hear a little gasp escape her lips as I release her hands, letting her explore while I grind on her as if I were fucking her deep and hard; very deep and hard.

  Smirking, I stand up from her chair before turning the other way and doing a quick handstand so that my cock is in her face. I begin to thrust my hips, swaying them around in a circle as the music speeds up, ending my performance.

  All the women go wild as I grind my hips one more time and end it with a thrust to her face, before maneuvering my way back to my feet. Looking down at the ground, I focus on catching my breath, noticing all the cash surrounding me. Even with my head fucked up and lost somewhere else, my body still knows exactly what to do.

  Walking away, I head over toward the back room to change, as Kash, the new kid, cleans up my stash of money. He showed up about a week ago asking for a job, so Lynx, the new owner, decided to make him our grunt for a few weeks first just to mess with him.

  I’m standing here naked, just pulling a fresh pair of jeans on when I hear Kash step into the room and slap the pile of bills onto the table.

  “Holy shit, bro.” He slaps the money down a few more times and grins as I button my jeans and throw my white tee on. “Those girls are fucking insane. I’ve never seen such horny women in my life. This is a damn dream job. I swear my cock got grabbed at least five times just now.”

  Grabbing my tip money from Kash I grin and slap five twenties down into the palm of his hand. He hasn’t seen shit yet. “Yeah, well you better be prepared to work that stage next week, rookie. You gotta learn to shake that cock of yours first. You’ve got some major shoes to fill.”

  He nods his head while stuffing the cash into his back pocket. “I already know how to work it, bro. No worries.”

  “Alright, man.” I slap his back. “I’m getting out of here. I’ll see ya later.”

  “See ya,” I hear him say right as I push my way back out into the crowd of women. It only takes me a few seconds to spot the sexy little redhead from earlier. She’s watching me as if she’s been waiting for me to come back out.

  The cute little brunette that I was grinding on earlier is with her, sipping on her drink as they both eye fuck me all the way up to the bar.

  Sara shakes her head and slides a draft beer across the bar top. “Damn Cale. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work it like that on the stage.” She wipes her forehead off and waves her hand as if slinging sweat off of it. “So good tonight, baby.”

  I give her a half smile and reach for the frosty glass. “I have a lot on my mind tonight. I guess I was zoning out.” I tip back the glass and let the refreshing liquid cool me off. I’m still sweaty from the show and all of my clothes are practically plastered to my wet body, irritating me.

  “Yeah, well . . .” she tilts her head toward the right. “Those two girls definitely liked what you had going on tonight. It looks like they’re about ready to rape you before you even get a chance to finish that beer off, babe.” She rolls her eyes and dries off a glass. “Lucky dick. Those bitches are hot.”

  A few second later I feel a hand on each of my shoulders, before the brunette appears on my right and the redhead on my left. I don’t even bother looking at them as I speak. “Ladies.” I guzzle back my beer and toss down some cash for Sara. “Later, Sara.”

  Sara just waves me off as she gets called over by a small group of women. Shoving my wallet back into my jeans, I turn and walk through the crowded bar, not surprised to hear the sound of heels clicking against the floor behind me.

  Yes, I could definitely use a very long blowjob right now, but to be honest, I could also do without. These two women, even combined, could never measure up to the woman that I have waited six long years for. I’m not saying that I’d turn them down, just saying that maybe I won’t be seeking out tonight.

  As soon as I step outside and head for
my truck, I hear one of the girls call my name, stopping me. Leaning against my truck, I exhale and look up, while dangling my keys around my finger.

  The redhead pushes her hand against my chest as the brunette leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let us take care of you, Cale.” She runs the tip of her tongue over my earlobe before speaking again. “Just relax and enjoy.”

  Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and take in a small breath as my jeans get pulled to my knees, and then I feel two small hands grip around my ready cock.

  A pair of soft lips wrap around my head as a hand runs up and down my shaft, and I know right away that both women are sharing right now. I’m not selfish. It’s big enough for the both of them and maybe right now . . . this distraction . . . is what I need, so I let them both take turns sucking me off right here in the parking lot until I blow my load all over both of their mouths.

  Licking the remainder of cum off my dick, the redhead stands up and places her arms around my neck. “Let us take you home where we can show you a real good time. I promise you that it will be worth it.”

  “More than worth it,” the brunette chimes in.

  That offer would usually have any man falling to his knees and drooling, but not me. I’ve gone twenty-four years without it and I’m pretty damn sure I can go another few weeks.

  Trying my best not to be an ass, I take turns pressing my lips to both of their temples, before saying goodnight and hopping in my truck.

  Once I pull up at the house, I realize that having my dick sucked hasn’t done shit to clear my head. Riley Raines is coming home and I know without a single doubt that she’s going to ruin me.

  I’M SO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. I’ve only been back in Chicago for two days and in about two seconds I’m starting my new job here at Sensual Touches, the massage parlor that I applied for online a few weeks ago.

  No one knows that I’m back yet. I made sure to tell Aspen not to tell anyone until I’m ready. The only people that know are my family, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of weeks until things settle down and I can relax a bit. My heart is still hurting and my head is spinning out of control at the fact that Tyler and I are no longer a couple and that I have to get familiar with my surroundings again. When I made plans to move back home Tyler decided at the last minute that he didn’t think he’d be up for the move . . . so he stayed behind.