Cale (Walk of Shame #3)

by Victoria Ashley

  I care about Tyler, but Chicago is where my heart is. Not to mention . . . it’s where he is: Cale Kinley. As much as I’ve tried to convince myself seeing him again won’t stir some crazy emotions inside of me, I know with everything in me that’s not true. I’m not sure that I can handle seeing him while in this emotional state.

  Shaking my head, I run my hands down my black, skinny jeans, wiping the sweat from my palms as I approach the door to the massage parlor. “It’s no big deal, Riley. You’ve done this a million times before . . . just not here. You have magic fucking hands.” I convince myself before stepping inside.

  As soon as I enter the building I’m greeted by a woman that looks to be in her early twenties, with long, purple hair. She plasters on a smile and stands up from her chair, looking impatient. “Please tell me you’re Riley Raines. Hailey hasn’t shown up yet and we have two clients waiting. I need to get these two satisfied and hitting the road.”

  I nod my head as the nerves flow through me, causing butterflies to fill my stomach. “That’s me,” I say with a fake confidence that I definitely don’t feel at the moment. “Is there anything you need from me before I start?” I open my purse and start digging for my ID and paperwork. “Here’s my–.”

  “No time for that, sweetness. Myles will deal with that when he gets in later. I don’t get paid enough for that.” She gives me an impatient look and starts shoving me down the hall. “I need you in room three. That’s your room.” She takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip. “You’re going to enjoy this one. Please put your hands all over him since I can’t. Hailey is going to be one pissed off bitch, but this will teach her a lesson for showing up late.” She lets out a satisfied laugh while spinning on her heels. “Hurry. I can smell the skank coming now.”

  Lifting my eyebrows, I smile small and push open the door to room three, almost unable to breathe from the nerves. Without paying any attention to the waiting client, I quickly observe the room to find a chart hanging next to the door. I grab it quickly to prepare for his needs.

  While searching for my supplies, I introduce myself, trying not to draw attention that I have no clue where anything is. “Sorry for the wait. My name is Riley and I’ll be taking care of you today. Hailey is running a little behind and this is my first day here, so please be a little patient while I get everything ready.”

  Looking around the dimly lit room, I find the stereo and turn it on, letting the relaxing sounds fill the space to hide my erratic breathing as I try to stay calm. I’ve been at the same place for three years, and being somewhere new, with new clients, is a bit nerve-wracking; especially when you’re getting rushed around by some chick with purple hair and tattoos that looks as if she wants to choke someone today.

  After securing my apron filled with my lotions and oils, I turn to the table and my heart starts pounding like crazy in my chest as I see a body, barely covered by a small towel, just waiting to be touched by me. I swallow hard while letting my eyes roam over the stiff muscles of the tanned back on display. The top of the client’s ass peeks out of the towel, displaying the roundest, firmest ass I have ever seen before . . . and the dimples in his back are making it hard for me to gain some much-needed confidence.

  Doing a silly little shake in an attempt to shake my nerves off, I squirt some oil in my hands and slowly run my hands up the bottom of his back, being sure to make it feel as insanely good as I possibly can.

  The feel of his muscled back beneath my fingers and the deep, undeniably sexy moan that escapes his throat almost has me turned on as I start to go lower, until I’m right above his ass.

  “Go lower,” the deep voice whispers. “Take the towel off.”

  I almost deny his request, when I remember that Sensual Touches is clothing optional. That’s the one thing that almost kept me from applying, but comparing the pay that you get here versus the other options, I knew what my choice had to be.

  “This is new to me,” I whisper, before speaking up. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable and I’ll replace it before you flip over on your back.”

  “That won’t be an issue,” he says huskily.

  Keeping my moan to myself, I lower my hands down to his ass, removing the towel little by little as I continue to get lower. As soon as my hands reach the bottom of his ass, I remove the towel completely and hold back the gasp that fights to escape me.

  Holy hotness . . .

  Remembering that this was per his request, and that it’s fully professional to be doing this here at Sensual Touches, I grip the back of his upper thighs and massage it while rubbing my thumbs over the bottom of his tight ass, enjoying every single moment of it.

  In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I almost feel guilty. Tyler and I have been broken up for less than a week, and here I am enjoying myself as I rub on another man’s ass, listening closely for each moan that he will grace my ears with.

  After spending a good, long, fifteen minutes on his ass itself, I focus my attention on the rest of his muscular body, mentally preparing myself for the rest of his gloriousness that I’ll be seeing in the flesh as soon as I finish up on his backside.

  Now I understand why that Hailey chick is going to be pissed off. Massaging this stud has to be the best part of her job here. How can you not enjoy this?

  Pulling my hands away, I turn away to give him some privacy. “I’m ready for you to flip over, sir. Please let me know when you’re ready.”

  “I’m always ready for you, Rile.”

  Fighting to catch my breath, I place my hand to my heart and slowly turn around to see that the naked stud whose ass I have been ogling over this whole time is Cale. Cale Kinley. My Cale Kinley, the one person that I’ve been so worried about seeing again and now here he is, naked and in front of me.

  “Cale,” I whisper. “Holy shit. I don’t . . . I don’t know what to say. Wow. It’s you. I . . .”

  Sitting up, he smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him as if it were old times again. “Get the hell over here, woman.” Pulling me into his arms, he hugs me tightly against him, while running his nose up the side of my neck. “I’ve missed you so fucking bad, girl.”

  Feeling overwhelmed, my eyes water a little bit as I hold him as tightly as I can. A smile spreads across my face as we pull apart and check each other out. Luckily, he didn’t ruin me completely and decided to cover his junk up. “You look just like you did the last time I saw you, except a hell of a lot stronger and even hotter. Holy hell, you have grown up, Cale. I didn’t even recognize your voice. My Cale is a man now.”

  He grabs me by the hip and squeezes. “Yeah . . . I guess you can say I’ve grown quite a bit.” He flexes his jaw as he checks me out, completely taking me all in. His striking green eyes almost melt me on the spot as I watch them. “All of me.”

  I find myself swallowing hard and slightly sweating as I try to figure out what exactly he could mean by all of him. I think I know the answer to that and I have to admit that it has me turned on completely.

  “You look fucking beautiful, Riley.” He bites his bottom lip and releases his grip on my hip, letting his hands brush over my ass, before he grips my upper thighs. “So damn beautiful.”

  Without even thinking, I reach out and grip the blonde hair at the back of his neck. He wears it slightly shorter than he did six years ago, but still sexy as can be.

  “I see you’re still the same smooth talker,” I say with laughter. “Good to know.”

  He grips my thighs tighter, pulling me closer to him. “And you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  Feeling myself come undone under his intense stare, I release his hair and reach for his hands, pulling them away from my thighs. “I’ve missed you, Cale.” I watch him with a smile as his eyes follow my movements to my hands. I squirt a handful of oil into my palm.

  His eyes take on a darkened look and he grabs my hands, placing them to his chest, and holding them there. “Why didn’t you tell me you were back
already?” He rubs his thumbs over my wrists, looking me dead in the eyes. “When did you get home?”

  Letting out a small breath, I shake my head and begin rubbing my hands over his body while pushing him backward until he’s lying flat on his back. “Only two days, Cale.” I suck in a breath and try to hide the small moan as my hands explore every hard ridge of his chest and abs, attempting to continue his massage. God, this is torture right now. This is the kind of body that you only see in the damn movies. “I just wanted a week or so to get settled in first. No one knows that I’m back except for my family. You were going to be the next to know. I promise.”

  He smiles up at me and I can’t help but to notice the way my heart skips a beat. That smile—seeing it right now is a painful reminder of what I’ve been missing for the past six years. The ache in my chest almost causes me to lose my composure, wondering what all I’ve missed while being away.

  The only thing I’ve heard over the years is that he works at a bar. I don’t even know if he has a girlfriend. For some reason, I just couldn’t allow myself to know that bit of information, so I made Aspen promise to never tell me. Well . . . more like I threatened to choke the life out of her through the phone.

  Now standing here, touching him and seeing his beautiful smile, I can’t help but want to know. Is he going home tonight to make love to some woman while she gets to put her hands on the places that I’m touching now? I don’t want to know!

  “Have dinner with me tonight.”

  A smile spreads over my face, unexpectedly from his request. It’s so big that my face hurts, but I try my best to hide it so I don’t look like a desperate loser. “Are you cooking me dinner, Chef Cale? If so, then I hope it’s better than what I tasted the last time you attempted to cook for us,” I tease, even though I’d eat dirt if it made him happy.

  “Of course,” he says confidently. “And it will definitely taste damn good. I promise you that the only things I’ll put in your mouth are the things that I know will satisfy you completely and ruin you for anything else.”

  I swallow hard and try not to take that comment sexually, even though my body is definitely taking it that way. “Alright.” I agree. “I’m trusting you with my mouth, so you better not disappoint.”

  He lifts his eyebrows and I can’t help but to notice him harden beneath the towel, but I play it off as if I hadn’t noticed. “You have no idea, Riley. You should be careful what you trust me with.” Sitting up, he leans in and kisses me on the side of the mouth, his lips lingering for a few seconds too long. “I have an early shift at the bar today, but I’ll get your number and address from Aspen.”

  “Alright.” I smile. “I’ll be here until six, but I’m free after that.”

  Nodding his head, Cale jumps up from the table, allowing his towel to drop as he reaches for his clothes to get dressed. I somehow manage to turn away before I get to see what I’ve been longing to see since we were in high school. Damn, I really hate myself right now.

  I hear a small chuckle from Cale before I feel his hands wrap around my waist and his lips press against my neck from behind. “Gotta go, baby. Be ready for me tonight.”

  Next thing I know, Cale is out the door, and I’m standing here fighting to catch my breath. “Baby . . .” I say softly. I have to admit I like being called that by Cale. That’s definitely new.

  Being back is going to be a bigger challenge than I thought . . .

  THERE’S ONE MORE HOUR BEFORE my shift ends and I’m feeling so restless that I can barely pay attention to the drinks being ordered. Hemy and I are working the bar while Stone is busy with the girls on the floor. I have to admit that the dude has skills.

  I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to fill Slade’s shoes, but I’m pretty damn impressed at how crazy and out there he is with his abilities.

  I look away from the crowd of crazy women, when I’m caught off guard with an elbow as it jabs me in the ribs. “What the shit?”

  Turning beside me, I look up to see Hemy glaring at me. “What the fuck are you doing, staring off and shit? I’m working my dick off over here.”

  Ignoring his ass, I quickly snap out of it and focus on the steady flow of drinks that keep getting requested, trying my hardest to not think about Riley and how fucking fantastic it felt having her hands on my body. Truthfully, I wanted them all over, but I don’t think she’s ready for that quite yet, so I’m doing my best to respect her and take things slow. Well, as slowly as I can.

  As soon as I get a free moment, I pull my phone out and send Slade a quick text, asking him to get Riley’s number from Aspen. At first Slade texts back with a big FUCK YOU, before he sends another message about five minutes later, telling me he had to wrestle with Aspen to get her phone and that I owe his ass.

  He’s just lucky that he’s my guy and that I know how much of an ass he is and still tolerate him. I have to admit that he’s gotten about eighty percent better since meeting Aspen, so really, I owe her.

  Leaning against the register, I send Riley a text, ignoring the screaming crowd for a moment. There’s no way she’s getting out of spending the night with me. I don’t care if I have to throw her over my shoulder and handcuff her to me for the night. I’ve missed the shit out of her and tonight . . . she’s mine.

  Me: Hey, baby. Where am I picking you up tonight? I hope you save room for dinner and dessert, because I’m ready to work magic with my hands . . .

  My phone vibrates a few minutes later, causing me to turn away from the girl chatting my ear off at the bar. She’s still talking as I read Riley’s message.

  Riley: Magic, huh? So you’re that good? ;) Don’t even answer that. I’ll be the judge of that later. Pick me up at my mom’s around seven. I’ll be ready and waiting . . .

  Damn girl . . . She has no idea what she’s just started.

  I adjust my cock and hope my boner will quickly go down. The last thing I need is something to set these women off. I barely make it through a shift as it is without getting attacked with a set of tits in my face. I don’t need anything slowing me down tonight.

  “Are you free tonight?” Biting my bottom lip, I shove my phone in my pocket and shake my head at the girl in front of me, before letting her down as easily as I can.

  “Sorry, beautiful, but I’m taken for the night.” I slide a free drink across the bar as a look of disappointment takes over her face. “The drink is on me.”

  She smiles small and reaches for the drink, not doing much to hide her sour face. “Just let me know when you’re free.” With that, she turns and walks away, swaying her hips in the process. I know without a doubt that she’s trying to lure me in, but that shit isn’t working on me, especially when the woman that I’ve waited six years for is within my reach.

  She’s about to finally see how much I truly want her . . .

  CALE WILL BE OUTSIDE ANY minute, and for some reason that thought has me extremely nervous and sweaty. Why am I so nervous when this is the guy that I spent most of my teen years with? He’s still the same guy, except . . . he’s drop dead gorgeous and every inch of his body is covered in hard muscle that I want nothing more than to explore with my tongue.

  This new desire stirs me up, making it hard for me to act normal and pretend that I don’t crave to be with him. It seemed a lot easier six years ago when I saw him almost every day, but after being away from him for so long, seeing him just brings back all of my old feelings on top of the ache that I felt when I could no longer spend my days with him.

  I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter, Riley,” I whisper. “Just act normal.” I rub my sweaty palms down the side of my black dress and take in a deep, calming breath. “He’s still the same sweet Cale that wants nothing more than to be friends. Just friends . . .”

  I hear a noise in the hallway that causes me to look up and walk toward my bedroom door. My parents went out to dinner after I told them that I had plans, so I’ve been here alone for the last thirty minutes.

  “Aspen,” I call out. “Is
that you? I’m in my old bedroom.”

  I hurry into the hallway and slam into a hard body, almost causing me to stumble backward, but Cale catches me with a grin. His arm tightens around my waist as his smile broadens. “You look hot, Rile.” He leans in and kisses me on the forehead, before pulling me straight up and back on my feet. “You ready to go?”

  I tug on the end of my skirt, pulling it down, and then smile, as Cale looks me over with wide eyes, whistling softly. “I’ve missed you, Cale. You seriously have no idea.” I laugh as he grabs my arm and spins me around as if checking me out. It’s something he used to do to me when he would first see me for the day. I know he’s doing it now to make me feel comfortable and I love him for it. It reminds me of how strong our friendship was and why I adored him so much.

  “Let’s go.” He nods his head and places his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the house. “I have dinner in the oven.”

  I step outside and watch him as he locks the door and closes it behind him. “Oh really?” I smile big at the thought of Cale cooking. I thought he was only kidding. “You’re really cooking us dinner?”

  He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him as we walk to his truck. “Hell yes I am. I owe you after all those times you cooked for me while we were hanging out at your house. At my house, I will always cook you dinner, especially if it keeps you coming back for more.” He winks and helps me into his truck.

  He refuses to tell me what’s for dinner on the way over to his house, even though I made it a point to ask him every few minutes, just to see if he’d cave. I almost forgot just how strong Cale’s willpower is. He’s pretty set once he makes his mind up. He’s always been the strongest person that I know and I admire him for that, even though it sometimes has the power to annoy the shit out of me.