Cale (Walk of Shame #3) Read online

  “Alright,” I say while walking away. “Send him on back to my room.”

  I’m in my room for about three minutes before the door opens up and a handsome guy dressed to impress walks in. He smiles at me before reaching out to shake my hand. “Lynx,” he offers. His blue eyes meet mine and capture them.

  I smile back at him as he begins to look me up and down. “Riley,” I say back. “I’ll be taking care of you today. I hope you don’t mind.”

  He offers my hand a little squeeze before releasing it. “I don’t mind at all.” He reaches for the top button of his black button-down and starts to undo it. “Mind if I get undressed?” He lifts a brow, waiting for my response.

  I shake my head, embarrassed, and reach for the door handle. “Oh sorry. Not at all. I’ll give you a few minutes.”

  I quickly escape to the hall and give Lynx a few minutes to get undressed and comfortable before I knock on the door in warning and push it open.

  Lynx is laying on his stomach, dressed in a tight little pair of black boxer briefs clinging to his small, muscular ass.

  “Oh thank goodness,” I whisper to myself, glad that he didn’t decide to get naked like Cale did. I’m not sure I’d be able to handle that at the moment. Cale had me about to explode from touching his body and I have to admit that I’m still worked up and sexually frustrated.

  “What was that,” he asks.

  I smile down at him as he twists his neck to look at me. “Oh nothing. Sorry.” I take a second to take in his body and can’t help but compare him to Cale. This man is undoubtedly sexy with his dark, messy hair, and muscular, lean build, yet . . . he doesn’t even compare to Cale.

  My heart skips a beat at the thought of Cale and it’s that moment that I realize I miss him already. I’ve been trying all day not to think about last night and the fact that I fell asleep in his arms, but seeing this gorgeous man and realizing that he still doesn’t come close to Cale and the effect his body has on me, makes me realize just how much I truly want Cale. I guess six years hasn’t done shit to make my heart forget him. It’s pretty sad that I just got out of a two-year relationship, yet it’s Cale that’s on my mind. He’s always had that power over me.

  ASPEN HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT her job at the salon and other random things for the last hour, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Cale and the fact that he’s at the bar stripping right now. I didn’t really think about it much earlier, but knowing that he’s there now, taking his clothes off for tons of women that are probably pawing at his body, has me kind of jealous. I hate that they are there and I’m not. I really want to go and see what it’s like.

  “Let’s go to Walk Of Shame,” I blurt out, cutting Aspen off.

  Aspen leans back on the couch and smiles as if she’s a bit surprised by my request. “Oh boy. I don’t think you can handle it.” She shakes her head. “As a matter of fact . . . I know you can’t handle it. You don’t even know the things those boys do with their bodies.”

  Excitement surges through me at the thought of watching Cale move his body, and now I’m anxious to hurry and get there. “I can handle it. That’s where you met Slade, right? If you can survive there, then I’m pretty damn sure I can too.”

  “Yeah,” she says with a laugh. “It was a bumpy ride, that’s for damn sure.” She stands up from the couch when she hears the shower water turn off. “You should go by yourself. I think I’m going to be busy for the next couple of hours.”

  Standing up, I give her a surprised look as she starts ushering me toward the door. “How damn rude. You’re just going to kick your big sister out like that?”

  We both look over to the hallway when Slade appears dripping wet, his waist wrapped in a small towel that leaves little to the imagination.

  “Damn,” we both say in unison.

  Aspen gives me a little shove as Slade smiles at us and runs a hand through his wet hair. “Hell yes I am. You have somewhere to be and I have someone to do. Goodbye.”

  I wave goodbye to Slade as Aspen shoves me outside and kisses me on the side of the head. “Love you too,” I mumble.

  “Love you, sis, but you gotta go right now.” She hands me my purse. “Slade says hi and bye and hopes to see you soon. Tell Cale we love him. Buh bye.”

  I roll my eyes and smile when the door closes in my face. As rude as this was . . . I want that. I want to want someone like that and for him to want me just as much. I never felt that with Tyler. Yeah, I loved him and he loved me, but we were never desperate for each other and never just had to have each other. What I wouldn’t give to have that feeling, and if I were to admit it to myself, I sort of felt that way last night when being in Cale’s arms. I felt this want and need to be close to him. Sort of like I do now.

  I blow out a breath while walking to my car.

  Walk Of Shame . . . here I come.

  I get hit with a brick of nerves as soon as I pull into the parking lot of Walk Of Shame and see how many cars are occupying the lot. It’s packed and finding parking won’t be easy.

  “Holy shit, these women don’t play around,” I mutter. Grabbing my wallet, I shove my purse under my seat and hop out of my car, pressing the lock behind me.

  Just walking in the door of this place is overwhelming. My ears are instantly assaulted with the sound of screaming women and I can barely concentrate as the guy at the door checks my I.D. I keep my eyes on the crowd of loud and crazy women as the guy places my I.D back in my hand and greets the group of women behind me.

  The crowd is pretty much shoulder to shoulder and I can barely see what’s happening on the stage. That is until Cale jumps down into the crowd and starts grinding his hips to the music while bending some girl over as if he’s fucking her.

  He’s wearing a short pair of red boxer briefs and his muscular body is covered in sweat as he continues to grind behind her, working her nice and good, before thrusting her away with his dick and dropping to the floor as if he’s making love to someone below him. He’s working his hips so powerfully and with such a perfect rhythm that it takes my breath away just imagining being below him. Now I know what my sister meant by not being able to handle this place. I’ll never be able to look at Cale the same now, and I’m pretty positive that there’s no way that man is still a virgin. I guess I didn’t really expect him to be . . .

  Holy. Hotness.

  I SLOW MY RHYTHM AND close my eyes as I picture Riley below me. These women might be imagining me fucking them, but I’m imagining fucking Riley, nice and slow, and taking care of her every fucking need.

  I feel hands grab at me and start tugging on my briefs, trying to get me naked. Someone gets my briefs down far enough in the back that my whole ass is hanging out, so I push myself back to my feet, smile at the ladies, and slowly thrust the air, giving them a view of my bare ass flexing.

  Right as I’m pulling my briefs back up I look to the left and set my sights on Riley. She’s looking at me with wide eyes, appearing slightly uncomfortable and out of place. My body instantly reacts to seeing her and I have to fight against my erection, knowing that these red boxer briefs will do nada to hide what I’m thinking.

  Ignoring all the women around me, I walk toward her, letting her know that I see her. The last thing I want is for Riley to feel as if she doesn’t belong when she’s here to see me. She’s the most important woman in this damn room and I’m about to show her that.

  When I approach Riley, I wrap my hands into the back of her hair and bury my face into the softness of her neck, pulling her as close to me as humanly possible.

  She’s stiff at first, but loosens up and grabs my forearms as I run my lips up her neck, grinding my hips against her. I hear her let out a little gasp as my erection presses against her stomach, and that little sound alone is enough to make me want her even more than ever.

  “You came to see me,” I whisper against her neck. I grab one of her legs and wrap it around my waist as I dig my hips into her. “You’re the most beautiful girl in this r
oom, Riley. I promise you that.”

  Reaching for her other leg, I pick her up and wrap both of her legs around my waist, thrusting my hips into her, nice and slow as if fucking her. My hands grip her ass and I hold her as close to me as I can, grinding her against me.

  I look up just as Stone slides a chair in front of me, giving me exactly what I need as if reading my mind. Being careful with Riley, I set her down on the chair and then straddle her lap, wrapping both of my hands into the back of her hair and forcing her to look into my eyes. I’m unsure of what she’s thinking, but now is the time to show her what she could have. All she has to do is give me a clue that she wants it just like I do.

  Biting my bottom lip, I reach for both of her hands, lightly lacing mine on the backs of hers, before running them slowly down my chest and abs, ensuring she feels every ridge as I grind into her. I lean into her and moan against her ear, showing her just how turned on I am without her doing anything at all.

  Her body shivers and she lets out a small moan as well, confirming what I want to know, and letting me see exactly what my body is doing to her. Pleased, I pick her back up and grip her ass as she wraps her legs around me once again.

  She leans her head back, getting lost in the moment as my body stills against hers and the song comes to an end.

  We stand here for a few moments, holding each other, until finally she lets go and clears her throat, dropping back to her feet. “Told you I’ve always wanted to see male strippers.” She smiles nervously and brushes her hair out of her face. “You should go. The crowd is waiting.”

  I press my lips to her forehead and offer her a thankful smile, before turning away from her and finishing up the show.

  RILEY IS OUTSIDE WAITING BY my truck when I’m done. She looks up from her phone and smiles when she sees me approaching. “Done shaking your junk for the horny women already?”

  I walk up to her and kiss her on the forehead, before pulling away and laughing. “Yeah, my junk is tired from all the shaking. It’s Stone’s turn now.”

  She lets out a small laugh. “Well, you were great.” Her eyes search mine before she speaks again. “Everyone loved you.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, Riley.” I lean against my truck, beside her. “How was your day?”

  “Good,” she responds. “I’m just a bit tired and sore.”

  I look around the parking lot in search of her car. “Did you drive here or take a taxi?”

  She pushes a button on her key ring, making it beep, before holding up her keys. “Drove.” She yawns and leans against my truck, looking exhausted. “I was only planning on stopping in for a few minutes, but kinda got sucked in by the action,” she teases.

  I walk around her and open the passenger door to my truck. “Let’s go. We’ll get your car tomorrow.”

  She shakes her head while yawning. “It’s fine, Cale. I’ll just drive and meet you at your house.”

  Ignoring her request, I pick her up and set her in my truck, refusing to let her drive in her exhausted condition. “Your car will be fine. You’re riding with me.”

  Smiling, she leans back and buckles her seatbelt. “Yes, master Cale,” she quips.

  “I like that.” I respond with a grin. “Say it again.”

  Laughing, she smacks my arm and reaches for the door to close it. “Back up before your junk gets stuck in the door.”

  I bite my bottom lip and back away, watching her in amusement. God, I’ve missed this woman. Having her here reminds me of why I chose to wait in the first place.

  By the time we pull up at my house Riley is practically sleeping in her seat. She slowly straightens and looks out the window while rubbing the back of her neck. “We’re here already?” She unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to me as she stretches. “Sorry if I dozed off. I got stuck at work longer than expected. I guess I’m a lot more exhausted than I thought.” She rubs her neck again. “And sore. Ouch.”

  I smile at her and gently touch her bottom lip. “No worries.” Hopping out of my truck, I hurry to Riley’s side before she has a chance to open the door herself. “You don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. I got you, girl.”

  She lets out a surprised squeal as I reach in the truck and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “Cale!” She grabs onto my shirt and laughs. “What are you doing?”

  I slap her ass and start walking for the door. “Stop squirming. I told you that you don’t have to do shit for the rest of the night. Did you think I was joking?”

  She places her hands on my ass and pushes up as I walk through the door and shut it behind us. “Well, I didn’t think that included walking.” She looks up at me, and smiles after I toss her on my bed. “What . . . are you going to undress me for the night too?”

  I lift my eyebrows and look her in the eyes as I crawl onto my bed and hover above her. “Yes,” I say firmly. “You’ve been taking care of people your whole life. Let me take care of you tonight.”

  She swallows as her eyes meet my lips. “Cale . . . you don’t have to take care of me. You don’t owe–”

  I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, gently but possessively, letting her know how much I want her. I’ve waited for far too long to kiss her, and there’s no way I’m holding back. Tonight . . . she’s going to see just how fucking good my tongue can make her feel.

  She lets out a moan and grips my shoulders as I run my tongue across her lips, hinting for her to open up for me.

  “Cale . . .” She moans again as I press my hips between her legs. “I don’t know if we should do this . . .”

  I smile against her lips and whisper, “We don’t have to do anything.” Running my hands down her sides, I kiss my way down her stomach, stopping above her jeans. “Just let me take care of you.”

  Her eyes search mine for a moment, but she doesn’t say a word as I work on taking off her jeans. Slowly, I pull them down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs on the way down, before tossing her jeans aside and gently nibbling her clit through her thin panties.

  She squirms and slams her head back while gripping the blanket in anticipation. “Cale,” she breathes heavily. “I don’t want to mess things up between us. You should stop . . .”

  I slowly pull her panties down while looking her in the eyes. “Don’t worry about that. Trust me, Riley. You need this . . . just sit back and enjoy it.”

  Before she can say anything else, I run my tongue over her clit, before gently sucking it into my mouth. The taste of her against my tongue is almost enough to make me bust my load.

  I’ve wanted to taste Riley for so damn long now. I probably shouldn’t be doing this so soon, but I can’t help myself. She’s just so beautiful and tense. She looks as if she hasn’t been pleasured in a long time, and I want her to know how good it can feel to be taken care of, especially by me: her sweet Cale.

  Riley’s hands wrap into my hair as her hips buck upward, begging for more, so that’s what I give her.

  My tongue explores every last inch of her sweet little pussy, tasting it as if my life depends on it. I work my tongue slow at first, teasing her and making sure that she’s left wanting more. Then I speed up, fucking her with my tongue, before slipping my finger into her tight little pussy, pumping in and out as I move back to her clit.

  Squeezing her hip, I pull her body closer to me while giving her just a small taste of my skills.

  Her grip on my hair tightens as her legs begin to squeeze my face. “Oh God . . . Oh God . . . Cale . . .”

  I suck her clit into my mouth, working my tongue and finger fucking her until she’s shaking beneath me, her pussy now clenching around my finger. Her muscles tighten so hard that it almost hurts my damn finger.

  I look up at her and run my tongue along her folds one more time, before pulling my finger out and sucking her sweet release into my mouth.

  Smiling at her new, relaxed state, I crawl above her and press my lips to her forehead. “Goodnight, Riley.”

  Not wanting
to pressure her any more than I have and make her feel uncomfortable, I help her back into her panties before heading for the door on my way to sleep on the couch.

  “Goodnight,” she whispers softly. “I . . . uh . . . I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I keep my cool until I shut the door behind me. “Fuck me,” I growl out.

  One taste. One fucking taste and I’m ready to give her all of me. I want to bury myself between her legs so bad, but I know that moving things too fast will only ruin her.

  She’s too fresh out of a relationship and too concerned about ruining things between us to be able to take that step. Truthfully, I don’t even know if she’s going to be able to handle what I just did to her. I took it easy on her tonight. Just wait until she can see how rough I can be.

  “Shit . . .” I strip down to the nude and lay on the couch, knowing that I won’t be sleeping for shit tonight. My dick won’t either.

  Closing my eyes, I grab my shaft and slowly stroke it to thoughts of Riley riding my hard cock. I want to feel her take it deep and hard, knowing that she’s the first to take it.

  My strokes become faster as I think back to the sexy little sounds that Riley made when she came on my tongue. “So fucking hot, Riley.”

  A few minutes later and I’m busting my load all over my tight abs, wishing that it were inside Riley’s tight little pussy instead.

  Fuck me . . .

  I’VE BEEN LAYING HERE FOR the last hour, unable to shut my mind off and fall asleep. Guilt has been eating at me, making it impossible to shut my eyes.

  I should feel guilty for letting another man touch me so soon. I should feel guilty for kissing another man, and enjoying it, but I don’t. No . . . I feel guilty for not feeling guilty and knowing that there is only one reason for that: Cale Kinley.

  I know without a doubt that if it had been anyone other than Cale I would feel bad for letting another man touch me. Don’t get me wrong; I still love Tyler. I mean . . . we were together for two years, so how could I not. I can’t just shut my feelings off. Of course I still care about him, wonder what he’s doing and how he’s feeling now that I’m gone.