Cale (Walk of Shame #3) Page 7

  “Your woman?” Slade asks with a sly grin. “It’s like that already?”

  “What . . . are you fucking surprised?” I watch as he walks around the table and takes a seat again. “I wouldn’t have waited all this time for a woman if she wasn’t worth it, man. Riley is more than worth it, and when she’s ready . . . yeah . . . she will be my woman.”

  Stone squeezes my shoulder. “I feel ya though, guy. Sage is the one for me. Being inside her–.”

  “Fuck you,” Hemy shouts. “Say another fucking word and see if I don’t shove your dick up your ass. That’s my sister, fucker.”

  “Yeah, I am your sister’s fucker,” Stone says, egging Hemy on. This dick still has some shit to learn, because that’s the last thing you want to do.

  Cracking his neck, Hemy stands from his chair and starts walking around me to get to Stone, but I put out my arm stopping him. “Dude, chill. All you fuckers chill and eat your damn food. Can’t go anywhere with you dicks anymore.”

  I feel Hemy’s chest flex under my arm, so I pull it away and say fuck it. I’m hungry. These two can kill each other all they want.

  Stone stands up and smiles as Hemy approaches him, trying to prove he’s badass. “Don’t hate me, because I might be your brother-in-law someday. It’ll be all good. I promise.”

  “Hey!” We all look away from the table when Sage comes storming in with Onyx beside her. “Sit down, Hemy! Don’t you even think about it.”

  Hemy gets the look from Onyx, so like a good boy he backs off. I don’t blame him. Not only does he have a spitfire for a sister, but also his woman is just as wild as her. I don’t know how he handles it.

  Next thing I know Hemy has his mouth pressed against Onyx’s and his hands are groping all of the inappropriate places. I’m pretty sure that’s my cue to leave.

  Standing up, I pop one last fry into my mouth before tossing some cash on the table. “I’m out. I’ve gotta go keep my eye on Kash and make sure he can handle his first night on the floor.” Walking over, I place a kiss on the side of Onyx and Sage’s cheeks, before turning back to the guys. “This kid better not make me work tonight.”

  I get a, “Get the hell out of here,” from Hemy and an “Alright, go fuck off,” from Slade, before Stone just waves and grabs his woman.

  “What a great group of friends,” I mutter to myself. Thank God Riley is back. I don’t know how much longer I can handle these assholes.

  I’VE BEEN HERE KEEPING MY eye on Kash for the last two hours, and so far I haven’t had to save him. I got to give the kid some credit. The women seem to be enjoying themselves.

  I have a feeling that he’s been watching me a lot, because right now he’s got some girl on her knees and he’s grinding his dick in her face. The women always seem to love that.

  Pulling out my phone, I send Riley a text, hoping that she’s not busy. I’ve been thinking about her all damn day, reminding myself of the moment we shared in the pool. The best damn moment of my life.

  Me: How are you doing? Are you at home?

  I get a response almost immediately.

  Riley: I’m good. I’m not home at the moment.

  I stare down at my phone, my stomach sinking from her stiff text. We haven’t spoken all day, and I have no idea how she’s feeling about last night.

  Me: Can I pick you up in an hour?

  Riley: No

  “Shit.” Dropping my phone down onto the couch next to me, I run my hands through my hair. My jaw stiffens as I stand up and get ready to just leave and go find her.

  “Because I’m already here.”

  I turn beside me to see Riley standing there, looking drop dead gorgeous in a little red dress. Her hair is curled and pulled over to her right shoulder, and her lips are slightly tinted pink.

  “Fuck me, Rile.” I grab her hand and slowly spin her around. “Are you trying to make me take you right here?”

  Smiling, she wraps her arms around my neck and steps into my body. “What if I am?”

  I slide my hands down her back and stop on her ass, cupping it. “Then you better be ready, because I don’t think I can wait another second.” I bite her neck, before pulling away. “Especially after seeing you in this dress.”

  Leaning her head back she laughs. “When did my Cale become so dirty?” Stepping up on her tippy toes, she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, before releasing it and sliding her hands up the front of my shirt. “I definitely like it. A lot.”

  “You haven’t even begun to see how dirty I can get, but you’re definitely pushing me right now.” Grabbing her legs, I wrap them around my waist and carry her through the darkened room and to the back corner.

  Everyone is too busy paying attention to the new dick that’s swinging around on stage than to even notice us. Slamming her up against the wall, I slide her dress up her body. “See the things you make me want to do?” I grind my hips into her and wrap my hand in her hair. “Are you ready for this, Rile?”

  She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. She just plays with the ends of my hair and looks me in the eyes. “I’ve never been more ready for anything, Cale. Trust me.”

  “Neither have I.” Reaching down between us, I work on getting my cock out, while pressing my lips to her neck.

  “Hurry, Cale.” She tugs on my hair. “I’ve been thinking about you inside me all day. I need this right now.”

  Hearing those words set me off. Dropping her feet to the ground, I bend down and yank her panties down her legs, before shoving them in my pocket.

  Then, I pick her up and wrap her legs back around my waist, before sliding inside of her. “Oh fuck.” We both moan out at the same time.

  She’s so wet and ready for me that it’s hard to not bust my load just from the thought alone. Riley Raines . . . the woman I have wanted for most of my damn life.

  I slowly slide in and out, stretching her to accommodate my size, before thrusting into her deep and hard. She lets out a small scream, but muffles it against my chest.

  “It’s okay, baby.” I pull out and thrust into her again, grinding my hips into her as deep as I can. “Let it out. I don’t give a shit who hears.”

  Moaning, she presses her lips to mine as I push into her again. I push into her harder and harder each time, slamming her against the wall with my thrusts.

  “Shit, Cale . . .” She digs her nails into the fabric of my shirt and buries her face into my neck. “Oh my God. Yes . . . faster.”

  Speeding up, I take her as hard and fast as I can, feeling her pussy squeeze around me, bringing me to my own release.

  My cock pulses inside of her, filling her with my cum. Biting her bottom lip, I hold her up with my hips and wrap both of my hands into the back of her hair. “Shit, Riley.” Both of our bodies are covered in sweat. This place has never made me sweat so fucking much. “You can’t dress like that anymore around me. I can’t fucking handle it.”

  She smiles against my lips. “I was hoping for that.”

  “Cale, dude, what the fuck are you doing back there? Kash needs you for a minute,” Lynx yells from across the room. Lazy motherfucker.

  Riley’s eyes widen and she throws her hand over her face. “Oh. My. God.” She starts struggling to get back to her feet. “I almost forgot where we were.”

  I kiss her one more time and smile against her lips as I readjust myself. “Dude, I’m coming.”

  She slaps my chest and playfully covers my mouth. “Shh . . . don’t say that.”

  “Well hurry the fuck up.”

  I press my forehead to hers. “Wait for me.” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth. “Let me go help this dick and then we’ll leave. Yeah?”

  She nods her head and works on pulling her dress down as far as she can. “I’ll wait in your truck so I can be panty-less alone.”

  I reach into my pocket and pull my keys out, handing them to her. “You won’t be panty-less and alone for long. Trust me.”

  Raising a brow, I back up and start walking, before turning ar
ound to see what the hell Kash needs me for.

  The faster I do the faster I can make it back out to my woman . . .

  HOLY SHIT! I FALL AGAINST Cale’s truck and run my hands over my face. “What the hell was that?” I never act this way. Ever. Cale just does something to me that I can’t explain. It’s insane and so is what we just did. “Wow . . .”

  Anyone could’ve walked back there and caught us. Then what? He could’ve lost his job. I would’ve felt like a complete idiot. I definitely need to get a grip before it’s too late.

  Unlocking his truck door, I jump inside and rest my head against the back of the seat. My pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm and I can’t help but to smile. I shouldn’t be smiling after what we just did, but I can’t help it. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. Nothing.

  Tyler was never able to give me orgasms. He tried multiple times and I always had to fake them just to make him happy. It always left me feeling like shit and a complete failure afterwards. Not with Cale. With Cale I almost feel like an idiot for having one too soon. Is that a thing? Shit . . . I don’t know.

  A few minutes later, the driver’s side door opens and Cale jumps inside with a look of aggravation. “That dick head.”

  I look at him and laugh. “What?”

  A small smile crosses Cale’s face. “He wanted me to teach him a new dance move. He actually stopped in the middle of his performance so he could ask me to teach him a new move.” He shakes his head while starting the engine. “That kid needs some serious work if he wants to make it here.”

  I can’t help but to laugh. His face always cracks me up when he’s aggravated. I’ve always found it hard to take him seriously, probably because his aggravation has never been aimed at me. Thank God.

  “He seemed to be doing good to me.”

  Cale sits up straight and grabs my thigh. “Oh yeah.” He runs his hand higher up my thigh and stops right below my pussy. “So that’s why you were so wet earlier?”

  I squirm as he starts tickling me. “No . . .” I say in between laughs. “No . . . stop it!” I slap at his hand until he finally stops and smiles at me.

  “I didn’t think so,” he says confidently. “I was pretty sure it was all me.” He winks and I shake my head at him.

  “Confident Cale.” I reach over and grab his dick, almost making him swerve off the side of the road. “You do something to me.”

  “Shit, Rile.” He grips the steering wheel, fighting hard to keep his eyes on the road. “What did I turn you into?”

  I release his dick and lean back into my seat. “A woman that likes to tease you and see you squirm. You’ve been doing it to me for years and just didn’t know it. You and your little touches. You didn’t think that I noticed how close you were to my ass and pussy sometimes? I noticed. Very much so.”

  Cale smirks. “Well you never said anything.” He glances over at me. “I wanted to touch you so bad. That was me getting as close as I could with still being able to control myself. It was harder than you think. Trust me.”

  My stomach does some kind of little happy dance as I remember the old times with Cale. It’s crazy how you can want something so bad and then it happens years down the road. It almost feels as if no time has passed at all.

  With Cale . . . I feel like we’re still teenagers. He’s always made me feel younger than I am. Knowing that I can finally touch him has me all worked up and extremely aroused . . . again.

  Reaching for his jeans, I slowly undo them. I tilt my head and look up at Cale to see him watching the road with a smirk. “What are you doing?”

  I bite my bottom lip as I pull his erection free, running my hand up the length. “I’m just admiring your body.” I sit back in my seat and take in the image of him driving with his dick out. “I definitely like this view.”

  Cale glances over at me. “Oh yeah?” Keeping his eyes on the road, he grips the steering wheel with one hand and his dick with the other. “What about this?”

  A small gasp escapes my lips as he slowly begins to stroke himself. “Oh. My. God.” I fan myself off and crack the window some more. “Yes. The view is definitely getting better. Keep going.” I whisper the last part, completely lost in him.

  Leaning his head back, he quickens his strokes, letting out a small growl. “Do you have any idea how many times I have done this to thoughts of you, Rile?”

  My heart jumps out of my chest from his words. “No, I don’t.” Feeling completely turned on, I spread my legs a little and moan. “Tell me.”

  He notices me beginning to squirm in my seat so he lets out a small, amused laugh. “Too many fucking times.” He slows his strokes for a second, before he releases his dick and grips my thigh, yanking me toward him. “Almost every damn time you left my house.” He pushes my dress up, baring my lower half, and runs his fingers through my slick folds. “Did you ever pleasure yourself while thinking of me . . . huh, Rile?”

  I press my head back into the seat and grip it as his finger slips inside of me, slowly pumping in and out.

  “Did you ever imagine me fucking you in your bed all those times that I slept in your room?” He shoves his finger in deep and stops. “Did you ever imagine me deep inside you, taking you and making you scream all night? Did you,” he whispers.

  I jump and grip the seat tighter when he finds my spot. “Yes!” I scream. “Yes . . . so many times. I could never sleep,” I admit. “I kept imagining how it would feel.”

  “Stroke me, Rile.” We pull up at a stoplight, but Cale is looking at me as if he could care less what others may see. “Touch me like you always wanted to. I. Want. You. To.”

  I moan out as his fingers pump into me, fast and hard. “Cale . . . oh my God. That feels . . . so . . . good.”

  “Touch me,” he growls out.

  Looking around me, I realize just how dark it is and how high up we are in his truck. It gives me the courage that I need. Reaching over, I take him in my hand, stroking him, and imagining that we’re the old Cale and Riley. I’m finally able to touch this man and it feels so damn good.

  Leaning toward him, I take him in both hands and pump as fast as I can. Cale has me on the verge of orgasm. “Keep going,” I moan. “Faster, Cale.”

  Turning the corner, Cale slams the truck into park and leans into me, fucking me with his fingers as fast and hard as he can, until I’m squirming in my seat, my arousal covering his fingers.

  Not even a few seconds later Cale falls apart beneath my touch, releasing himself onto his shirt. “Fuck me, Rile,” he says through heavy breaths. “You’ve got me feeling like a fucking horny teenage boy again.”

  I burst into laughter in between heavy breaths. “I hope that’s not a bad thing.”

  Shaking his head, he pulls his shirt off and balls it up, before tossing it in the backseat. “Nothing you do to me can ever be bad, babe.”

  I feel my heart soar as he flashes me his sweet, dimpled smile. He’s the most beautiful man in the world and here I am in his truck. I’m finally able to do the things to him that I’ve wanted to do for most of my life, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

  Shifting the truck into drive, Cale reaches over, intertwining his fingers in mine. “I’m happy that you’re back.”

  “Me too,” I say with a smile. “Oh . . . I almost forgot.” I shift in my seat so that I can face him. “My parents are having a cookout tomorrow and they want you to come. They’ve been asking about you. Aspen and Slade will be there too. Are you up for it?”

  He smiles while pulling into his driveway. “You know I’m in. I haven’t had the chance to bug your parents in a long time; too damn long.”

  I roll my eyes at just how much my mom loved Cale. I swear she had her own little crush on him. “I’m sure my mom won’t mind one bit.”

  He points to his tight chest and abs. “I’m not sure she can handle all this new goodness that I have. Your father might have to keep her contained.”

  “Someone’s a little cocky.” I lean in and
motion for him to meet me half way. “Come here.”

  Smiling, he leans in and reaches his hand behind my neck. Just as he’s about to kiss me, I grab his nipple and twist it. “Mmm . . .” he moans. “Are you trying to work me up again?”

  Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I slap his chest, before letting my hand trail down it. “A little sleep would be nice . . . so . . .” I bite his bottom lip and pull away. “I think I’ll go to bed instead.”

  He gives me a long, serious look, before jumping out of the truck and running over to my side.

  Before I can lock it he pulls my door open and reaches inside, tossing me over his shoulder. “You should know better than to tease me, Rile. Haven’t you learned anything about me over the years?”

  He shuts the door and slaps my ass, before laying me down into the grass and crawling above me.

  Looking into his eyes, I tangle my fingers into the back of his hair. “I don’t want this to end, Cale.”

  He swallows and reaches down to brush my hair out of my face. “No one says it has to.”

  “But . . .” I stop to collect myself. “What if it ruins us? I can’t lose you, Cale.”

  Pushing my thigh up, he presses himself into me and kisses me long and gentle, before pulling away. “I will never let that happen. I’ll die before it does.”

  Rolling over, he pulls me into his chest and we both lay here, looking up at the night sky just like we used to do some nights after a late night swim at his house. It’s so calm and relaxing that I almost feel myself falling asleep, but I keep catching myself, not wanting to lose one minute that I have with Cale.

  “It’s okay if you fall asleep,” Cale whispers. “I’ll carry you inside.”

  I shake my head and wrap my fingers in his. “I’m fine . . .” I yawn. “I’m not going to fall asleep.”

  “That’s what you always say,” he says softly.