Cale (Walk of Shame #3) Read online

  She lets out a gasp and reaches for the button of my jeans, clearly wanting me as much as I want her. “I really want you too, Cale. I have no idea what I’m doing right now, but I know I’ve been thinking about this for the last two days.” Her fingers work fast on undoing my jeans, while biting her bottom lip. “It’s almost crazy how much I want you right now.”

  I look down at her, my chest heaving up and down as I grip her neck and make her look me in the eyes. “You can have me anytime and anywhere that you please. Not having you touch me is what’s driving me fucking crazy.” I press my erection against her stomach and she grips it with her hand, running her slim fingers along my length. “Right now I just need you to forget about him. It’s just you and me, Rile.”

  Her breath comes out ragged as her eyes lower to land on my rock hard cock. Her eyes fill with a want that I’ve never seen from her, and I know for a fact that Tyler will never see that look from her. I’ll make sure of it.

  She swallows hard, bringing her eyes back up to meet mine. “I don’t want to think about Tyler right now. I’m not. I won’t. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

  I bite into my bottom lip, before picking her up and setting her on the bed of my truck. “That’s all I fucking need right now.”

  Her legs willfully spread as I slowly pull her dress up, exposing her delicious body that is just dying to be licked and tasted by me.

  I grip her hips with force and pull her down to the edge of the truck bed, so her ass is barely hanging on the surface. Then, I bend down and run my tongue up the length of her inner thigh, stopping right by her panty line. “Mmm . . .” I moan against her flesh.

  I can tell by the soft moan coming from her lips that my mouth being so close to her pussy is driving her mad. That only seems to make me harder. Moaning, I pull her panties aside and run my tongue over her wet pussy, causing her to grip my arms and squirm. One taste and I’m ready to take her right this second.

  I close my teeth around her delicious thigh, giving it a playful bite before pulling away and working my mouth up her belly, my hands pulling her dress up on the way. When the dress reaches her head, I pull it off and throw it into the back of the truck.

  With urgency, I position my face between her spread legs again, biting her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. During mid moan, I grip her thong in both hands, ripping each side open, surprising her.

  Her legs tremble as she runs her hands over my chest and throws her head back. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” she says softly. “People might still be awake.”

  A soft rumble comes from my throat as I quirk an eyebrow and grip both of her wrists in my hand, pulling her up to meet my abdomen. “Take my jeans all the way off, Rile.” I grip the back of her neck and suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Forget about everyone else.”

  She slides my jeans all the way down to my knees, looking me in the eyes the whole time. The look in her eyes somehow makes me want her even more. I feel like a beast about to lose control.

  I yank her legs, pulling her towards me so my cock is resting above her belly. With one hand gripping her neck, I pull her hips up to meet my stiffness, gently sinking into her heat. I slowly thrust in and out a few times, loosening her up to make room, before giving her my full on thrust that is sure to make us being here known to the neighbors.

  She screams out while wrapping her legs around my waist, causing me to thrust harder, rolling my hips in and out, giving her the pleasure that she deserves.

  Her hold on my bicep hardens as I grip the back of her neck, wrapping my fingers in her hair and pounding into her with as much force as I can. Being inside her feels so damn good that I almost lose it, releasing myself inside of her right then.

  Without pulling out, I grip both of her hips and flip her over so her ass is facing me. I reach down with one hand and rub my finger over her wet clit while pounding into her with fast, consistent thrusts, tugging her hair with my free hand. “Scream for me, Rile. Let it out,” I demand.

  She lets out a low scream as I slow my pace and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up so my chest is pressed against her back. “I don’t want to get caught, Cale. Your neighbors . . .”

  I bend down so my lips are hovering over her ear before I whisper, “Fuck my neighbors. It’s you I want to please.”

  Locking my eyes with hers as she turns her head to look at me, I pound into her, causing her to scream out this time. She screams so loud that she covers her own mouth, too afraid to be seen or heard.

  I quicken my pace while moving my fingers up and down her wetness, knowing that at any moment she’s about to clamp around my cock and release her juices. I want to feel it surrounding me and covering me.

  With one last thrust, she screams and her legs begin to shake as she struggles to not fall over. “Cale . . . Cale . . . Oh shit . . .”

  I support her body with mine and pause for a second, allowing her body to clamp around me as she shakes. “That’s it, baby.” I kiss her neck and hold her until she’s done shaking below me, then, I grip her hips, pull out, and slam back into her.

  I do this a few more times, holding her as close to me as possible, before wrapping an arm around her neck as I release myself as deep into her still throbbing pussy as I can. We both let out a satisfied moan as I twist her neck closer and press my lips to hers. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her lips.

  She smiles and hides her blushing face as I pull out of her and clean her off with my shirt.

  We’re both silent as I climb into the back of my truck and lay down, pulling her onto my chest.

  We lay here for what seems like hours, before I finally break the silence.

  “Remember laying in the back of my truck outside your house late at night?”

  She laughs and wraps her arm tighter around me. “Of course I remember. I lived for those nights, Cale. Do you realize how many times I wanted to crawl into your arms just like I am now?”

  Smiling like a fool, I grip her tighter and run a hand through her hair. “I wish you would have, Rile. I definitely wouldn’t have pushed you away.”

  “Good to know,” she says with a laugh.

  We go back to laying in silence, just staring at the night sky. It’s so damn peaceful that I never want to move from this spot.

  “Cale . . .”

  I press my lips to her forehead. “What’s up?”

  She hesitates, clearly afraid of my reaction. I can tell by the way she’s breathing so heavily.

  “Say it, Rile,” I say gently. “I never want you to hold back from me.”

  She sits up and searches for her dress, quickly pulling it back on, making sure that she’s covered up. “I promised Tyler that I would let him take me out on a date.” She lets out a small breath and repositions herself to get comfortable. “I had to after him coming so far. It just didn’t seem right to deny him that small request.” She looks up at me, focusing on my lips for a brief moment, before meeting my eyes. “Are you mad?”

  Inside I feel like I’m fucking dying. The last thing I want to think about is another man taking her out on a date when I haven’t even had the chance. I fucking hate it, but I’m trying my best to not be selfish when it comes to Riley. If she needs to do this, then I need to let her.

  “No,” I admit. “I’m not mad. I’m jealous as shit and not wanting to share you with another man.” I pull her back to me and gently kiss her. “One date. I don’t think I can handle more than that without wanting to kill him.”

  “I think I should go home for the night, Cale.” She runs her fingers into the back of my hair. “I’m going out with Tyler tomorrow. It won’t be right if I stay here.”

  I swallow back my anger as my chest tightens in pain. As much as I don’t want this, I know that nothing with us will be able to move forward until he’s out of the picture. Then, I’m going to make her all fucking mine and hold onto her until I take my last breath. That’s a promise.

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��I’ll drop you off.” I hop out of the truck and grab Riley’s hand, helping her out and on her feet. “Let’s go.”

  This hurts like a bitch, but there’s no way I’m giving up on her. Fuck that . . .

  GETTING DRESSED AND READY TO go out to dinner with Tyler is stirring a ton of emotions inside of me. Just a couple of weeks ago it was me and Tyler, and now it’s me and Cale, with Tyler fighting his way back into my life. It makes everything a lot more complicated than I hoped it would be. I always thought if Cale and I were to end up together that it would be easy and nothing else in the world would matter, but right now . . . it feels far from easy.

  “Riley,” my mom screams from downstairs. “Tyler’s here. Are you ready?”

  Sighing, I grab my purse and slip the strap over my shoulder, before making my way to the stairs. I look down at my mom and shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, I suppose so. I just want to get this dinner over with.”

  My mom watches me with concern as I slowly make my way down the stairs, passing her without another word. I just have so much on my mind right now that it’s making it hard to think straight.

  Here I am going out with Tyler while Cale is at Walk Of Shame, taking his clothes off for a bunch of horny women. He could have any one of them. Why would he want to wait around for me . . . again?

  “Are you okay,” my dad asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  I look up at him and smile. “I’m good. I’m fine. Just tired.” Not really, but . . .”I’ll be home later. I don’t plan on staying out too late.”

  “Alright, honey,” Mom says to my back as I’m walking to the door. “I’ll wait up for you. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot to talk about when you get home.”

  I look over my shoulder at her. “I guess we’ll see.”

  When I open the screen door I look up to see Tyler leaning against his rental car. He’s too busy messing around on his phone to notice me approaching. It’s probably a good thing, because right now it seems extremely hard to hide the disappointment of what I have to do tonight. One look at my face and it’s a given.

  I take a second to compose myself before stopping in front of him and clearing my throat.

  Tyler looks up from his phone and quickly shoves it in his pocket to show me his full attention. Smiling, he says, “You look really nice.” He reaches for the end of my favorite shirt and fingers it. “I’ve missed seeing this old thing.”

  I smile small, appreciative of his compliment, before pulling away a bit. “Thanks.”

  We both stand here in an awkward silence before Tyler holds up his keys and dangles them. “I guess we should get going. We’ll discuss the restaurant on the road. Sound good?”

  I nod my head and reach for the door handle. “Sounds like a plan.”

  As soon as I shut the door behind me, my heart starts racing at the realization that this isn’t Cale’s truck. This is another man’s vehicle. My ex’s to be more specific; the man that I slept next to for two years. It feels so wrong being here with him and every bit of my body is telling me this.

  I sit stiffly, lost in my thoughts as Tyler hops in and shuts his door. Without any warning he reaches over and grabs my hand, pulling it into his lap like old times.

  My first instinct is to pull away from him. It doesn’t feel right. Not like it used to. “No,” I say softly. “We’re not a couple anymore, Tyler. Please no touching.”

  His face registers hurt, but he just nods his head and agrees. “Understandable. Sorry, it just comes so natural with you. I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. No more touching unless you ask.”

  Relief washes through me that he understands the boundaries of this dinner. The thought of him touching me or trying to kiss me has been eating at me ever since I agreed to this dinner with him. I don’t need anything else making me feel more guilty and confused than I already do.

  “I know where we can eat at.” I sit up and point down the street and over to the left side of the road. “I haven’t been there since I was a kid.”

  Tyler looks over to where I’m pointing and pulls into the left lane. “I’m down.”

  The only reason I haven’t been there since I was a kid is because Cale hates the place. We had one bad experience with some douche giving me a hard time and Cale decided that he never wanted to go back. It reminded him of that issue and always made him want to punch something.

  I’d rather take Tyler here to eat dinner than a place that Cale and I enjoy together. It somehow makes me feel a little better about this whole thing.

  We don’t say much more as we head inside and find an empty booth to sit down in. The waitress nods at us as we take our seats, so we both just reach for a menu from the back of the table and skim over the choices while waiting.

  After a few minutes, Tyler sets his menu down and stares at me. I can feel his eyes on me, distracting me from the menu.

  “Just say it, Tyler. . . . You know I hate it when you just stare at me like that.”

  I set my menu down and look him in the eyes. He searches my face in silence before speaking.

  “How could you do it?”

  We both look up at the waitress as she walks over to take our order. We quickly give her our food and drink order as she jots it down then disappears, leaving us alone in what I’m sure is going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

  “What?” I ask, feeling a bit uncomfortable. “What are you getting at?’

  His facial expression changes and he suddenly looks angry. “Have sex with that Cale guy.”

  I suck in a deep breath and bite my tongue. I don’t like him questioning me like this, and that look on his face makes me want to slap it off of him.

  “Why would you ask me that?” I stop talking and smile up at the waitress as she drops off our drinks, then wait for her to walk away before talking again. “I don’t think this is something we should talk about, Tyler.”

  He reaches for his cup and takes a long, desperate drink. “Oh . . . it’s definitely something we should talk about, and your response just confirms my suspicions. Why would you sleep with him? We were together for two years; two years, Riley, and you wouldn’t let me make love to you. You’ve been here for less than three weeks and you decide to let that loser in your bed.”

  Sitting up, I slap the table defensively and get closer to his face, letting him see the anger in my eyes. “I don’t want to ever hear you call Cale a loser again.” I grind my jaw, trying to hold myself back from screaming. “Cale has been in my life a lot longer than you have, and he’s always been there for me. You don’t even know him, so don’t you dare judge him.”

  The conversation comes to a halt again when our plates are set down in front of us. I’m so angry right now that I almost let my mouth run, not caring that someone else is listening to our conversation. No one gets to talk shit about Cale without getting an earful from me. This man has been everything to me for as long as I can remember.

  The waitress smiles at us and tells us to enjoy, before walking away.

  I shove my fork into my food and start eating as fast as I can. The faster I eat, the faster I can get this stupid dinner over with. I don’t know what he expected to accomplish out of this dinner, but I hope he didn’t expect to win me back, because this definitely isn’t working.

  “Calm down, Riley.” Tyler reaches over the table and grabs my fork out of my hand. “Talk to me for a minute. I’m not trying to piss you off. I just want answers. You don’t think this hurts me? I’m hurt right now. This hurts me.”

  I lean back in my seat and take a few breaths to calm myself. “I don’t want to fight, okay, but if you keep running your mouth and saying things about Cale then I’m going to leave and never speak to you again. He doesn’t deserve you bad-mouthing him when he has done nothing but take care of me.”

  Tyler’s jaw flexes, as he looks me over. I can tell that he’s fighting really hard not to tell me how he feels about my words.

  “Let’s forget about this gu
y for a minute then and talk about us. What about us? Are you really willing to just throw two years away as if it meant nothing to you?”

  I sit up and let out a humorous laugh. I can’t believe he’s going there right now. “Oh . . . I don’t know, Tyler. I was wondering the same thing when you decided to back out of our relationship right when we were supposed to get on a damn plane. Apparently our two years together didn’t mean shit to you, so why should it mean anything to me now? Tell me!”

  Tyler stands up and rushes over to my side of the table, scooting his way onto my bench. “I made a mistake. A huge mistake.” He reaches for my face, but I turn away from him. “Riley. Please look at me. I love you. I’m in love with you. After you left, it made me realize how much of an idiot I was for not going with you. I’m here now and we can be together.”

  I shake my head and run my hands over my face. I don’t want to be hearing this right now. I’ve waited for what seems like forever to hear him tell me he loves me again, and now . . . now here he is at the worst possible time ever and it doesn’t mean anything to me.

  “I don’t want to hear that now, Tyler. I’m sorry, but I’m over what we had. This dinner and conversation are confirming that for me. I don’t feel anything. I’m so sorry. I want to be with Cale. I always have.”

  Tyler stands up and starts pacing in front of the booth. “He’s a fucking stripper, Riley.” He narrows his eyes at me when I give him a surprised look. “Yeah, I’ve done my research on your little boyfriend. Is that what you really want? Huh?” He sits back down, but on his side of the table. “A man that takes off his clothes for other women and then comes home horny and ready for you? How do you know what he does at that club? What makes you think that he’s not getting off on these women touching him? Open your eyes, Riley. He could have any of those women, all of the ass he wants. He’ll never be faithful to you and you’re stupid if you think he will be.”