We both laugh at his fake threat and then hang up.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Meadow is spread out on my bed. She smiles up at me and motions for me to come to her.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now.” I crawl above her and lean down to suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “I’ll never get used to the way my heart jumps whenever I touch you.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth again, before releasing it. “Or my cock.”
Moaning out, she bites my bottom lip and tugs, pulling me back down to her. “I want you inside me, Styx. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the truck how damn good you felt. Think you have another round in you?”
I wrap her hair in my hand, before reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing inside for a condom. “After this, I don’t think you’ll be asking that question ever again.”
Once I get the condom on, I stand on my knees and look down at her, while grabbing her ankles, and placing them on my shoulders. “I should be asking you if you think you can handle another round. I always have another round in me. For you, I fucking have ten if that’s what you want.”
I position myself between her legs and enter her in one thrust. We both moan out as I hit hard. I don’t think I’ve ever been so damn deep before.
I begin to move in a slow, steady rhythm before speeding up, causing her to slam her head into the headboard. She throws her hands behind her and pushes off of the bed as I continue to take her, hard and deep.
She’s watching the way my body moves as if she’s hypnotized by it and can’t get enough of it. “I’ve never seen a man move his body as damn sexy as you do,” she whispers.
I lean into her lips and whisper, “You like watching me move, baby? Does it feel as good as it looks?”
She nods her head and moans out as I slam into her and rotate my hips. “So much better. You feel better. Nothing is more real than that.”
Her lips crush mine and she digs into my back as I push in deep and stop, us both breathing into each other’s mouths. “You feel so good wrapped around me. I could do this all fucking night if you’d let me.”
“Then do it,” she growls against my mouth.
And I do.
Until we’re both exhausted and our muscles are shaking.
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten into the gym, but fuck me, this was just the workout I needed.
I’ll do this, every night with her if she’ll let my ass.
And I have a feeling that she’ll be able to keep up . . .
AFTER MEADOW LEFT THIS MORNING to meet up with her friend Mandy, I headed to the gym to get a workout in and meet up with my uncle Wes.
We’ve spent the morning signing all the necessary papers to make the gym mine and catching up since he hasn’t stopped in for months.
“I can’t believe that I’m giving this damn place up,” he says with slight sadness in his voice as he looks around his old office. “It took me years to save up for this place, but family is where it’s at, Styx. Never forget that shit. Your father . . . well he’s a piece of shit and never learned the meaning.”
I toss my pen aside and look across the desk at my uncle. I actually take a lot more after him than I do my father, thank fucking goodness. “Oh, you don’t have to tell me that shit. I learned that at a young age. I hate that son of a bitch. Always will. He’s no father. Never has been.”
“Too fucking bad too. How’s Lily doing? Dana hasn’t heard from her in weeks. Should we be worried or are you still checking up on her every day?”
“You know I am. And I will for as long as I have to until she leaves that piece of shit.”
My uncle looks at me with a smile, before standing up and gripping my shoulder. “I don’t give a shit what anyone says, I’m proud of you. Fuck what your father says about you being a male entertainer. You’re young still and you should live a little. But you’ve got your head on right and you know what’s important. You just need to find it still. That’s why I trust you with this gym. It’s the one thing that I know you love.”
I stand up and throw an arm around him, letting him know that I appreciate his words. “Thanks, man. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you over the years.”
“Well you’d be a male stripper of course.” He raises a brow and smiles. “But you wouldn’t have a gym.”
I smile back and start cleaning my desk off. “Can’t argue that. And I love your ass for it too.”
He walks away to leave, but stops at the door and turns back to face me. “Love your ass too. Tell your mom hi for me and that she needs to call us once in a damn while. Or at least answer the phone more.”
“I will. Now get out of here so you can get on the road with your family. I’ll come visit when you guys get back.”
“Alright, man. I’ll you see you later.”
“Later, Wes.”
After my uncle leaves, I sit back down at my desk and look around the office, feeling proud as fuck to be the owner of this gym. I’ve spent the last four years practically running it and putting my time into it.
What I’m dreading is the talk with Cale, letting him know that I’m going to have to cut it down to two days a week at the club.
I want to make sure that I’m here more for my staff and members. I haven’t been able to do that with the club being so busy for the last two months.
I hear a knock at my door, before Slade lets himself in and takes a seat at my desk, dressed in that fancy ass button down and slacks that he sports now that he’s a lawyer again.
He grins and tosses a Walk Of Shame flyer my way. “Shit, I don’t miss going to that place and shaking my cock for hundreds of screeching women.”
I get comfortable in my seat and look him over. He’s gotten bigger since last time. It’s been months since I’ve seen him. I used to see him at least two times a week, but my schedule has had me all messed up and tired.
“Fuck . . . your ass has gotten big. I see you’ve been here almost every day after work now. Everything good with Aspen?”
He laughs as if I just asked a stupid question. Hell, it was a stupid question.
“Don’t ask me that shit again. Things will always be good with Aspen. How about you, dick? Cale tells me that your head hasn’t been into the club lately.”
I laugh. “Is this him sending you to fuck me up?”
Watching me, he begins rolling up the sleeve of his black shirt, revealing his tattoos. “Nah, I’m not trying to fuck up my new shirt.” He smirks, looking confident and cool as usual. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure that you’re good. I know how the stress of the club can get to you.”
I take a deep breath and release it, while sitting back in my chair. “I guess I’m just tired of the same old shit. I work my ass off there and every single girl expects me to take them home and fuck them. I’m over it.”
“Hell, the Styx I met over a year ago was into that shit. I was too in the beginning, but fucking just for the fuck of it gets old. I want to fuck because I want to hear the woman below me scream that she fucking loves me and no other man. Not because I want to pretend that love doesn’t exist and fucking is just a way to forget. It took me a while to figure it out, but I did with Aspen. Leaving the club and that lifestyle behind was the best decision of my life.”
I take his words in and my whole body aches to feel that with Meadow someday. For too long, I have been fucking just to forget all of the other shit in my life that sucks, and telling myself that I’ll never find the right woman to change that.
But Meadows different. I’m different with her.
“I’ve been thinking about leaving the club,” I confess. “That place has fucked with my head for too long and I want to focus on my gym and Meadow. I can’t do that when I have to spend my nights there, pleasing other women.”
Slade sits up straight and gives me a questionable look, while loosening his tie. “Woah. Back the fuck up. Who the hell is Meadow?”
The sound of her name coming from his
mouth has excitement coursing through me. Damn, this woman has me all fucked up over her.
“Hopefully mine soon. That’s who.”
“Well damn . . . I know that look, man. You have it bad for this woman. I know because I gave every other fucker that look when they asked me about Aspen. She was mine and I needed everyone to know.” He stands up and reaches into his pocket when it starts vibrating. “I need to get back to the office for a meeting. I’m already late. Talk to Cale and tell him what you want. He’ll understand. Plus, there’s plenty of male entertainers banging down the door of WOS to get on that stage and make money. He’ll be fine and so will Stone and Kash. Don’t let that shit stress you out and force you into staying.”
Standing up, I shake his hand and thank him, before he walks away and answers his phone.
Once he’s gone, all I can think about is what he said. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I need to have this talk with Cale. But that’s not the only thing he’s right about. I do have it bad for Meadow. Way more than I fucking know.
I pick up my phone and send Meadow a text.
Styx: I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Wear something dressy. Or hell. Anything you want.
She responds a few minutes later, causing my dick to get hard and my heart to beat fast in my damn chest.
Meadow: I’ll wear nothing if you want me to and we can even stay in at your house. I just want to spend time with you.
“Holy fuck, this woman is perfect for me.”
Now, I just want this day to hurry the hell up so I can make it to her, but I have a lot to do here first.
Just when I think I’m about to have a few minutes to myself after a long day here at the gym, James lets himself in and walks over to take a seat at my desk. He smiles and then reaches over to shake my hand. “Hell yes. Congratulations on being the owner of this badass gym. Of course, a lot of it has to do with me being here.” He flashes a cocky smile as I reach out for his hand and shake it.
“You are as cocky as you fucking look, dipshit.” I mutter. “What do you want?”
He stands when I do. “I need to leave early tonight. I have a date. Is that cool?”
“Yeah, man. Ben can handle it. Just let him know that you’re leaving early.”
“Hell yes!” He does a little dance, similar to some shit that I’d pull at the club. He’s actually pretty good too.
“Did you steal that shit from me?” I joke. “Stay away from the club, fucker and don’t use my moves on your date.”
He winks and dances his way out of my office, shutting the door behind him.
That fucking kid is something else.
Now to give Meadow the night that she deserves . . .
Styx
I’M SURPRISED WHEN I PULL up at my house to see my mother sitting on my porch with her head down.
Instantly, I assume the worst and thoughts of me kicking that son of a bitch’s ass take over.
I barely even park my bike, before I jump off and run over to her, grabbing her face to look for bruises. “What did that asshole do now? Did he hurt you again?”
She laughs and grabs my hands, pulling them away from her face. “Sit down for a minute. Don’t let yourself get so worked up, baby. I’m fine.” Sternly, she points to the empty space next to her. “Sit and relax.”
I release a breath and take a seat, fucking relieved that I won’t have to kill that bastard today. He’s lucky . . . for now. “Are you really okay? Don’t lie to me. Don’t ever lie to me to protect him. Got it?”
Smiling, she leans in close and rests her head against my shoulder. “I’m fine. I just missed my baby boy. You haven’t been by to see me in almost three weeks. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?”
I feel like shit, the instant she points out my neglect for the last few weeks, but she knows more than anyone why I haven’t gone inside to see her. I’m usually sleeping or at the gym when he’s gone at work and when he’s there it always turns into a fight and I’m to that point where I know I won’t be able to control myself when it comes to him.
“I’m fine. You’re more than welcome at my house, mom and you know it. I’m always here for you, but I can’t look at that piece of shit. I’ll kill him if I see any more bruises on you. I can’t do it anymore. We’ve put up with his shit for too long. I just wish you could see that. He’s not worth your time and effort.”
She lets out a small sigh and holds onto my arm as if she doesn’t want to let go. “You’re the best son any mother could ask for, but I just need you to come over once in a while and see me. We all need to move on from the past. Please . . . just do this for me. Your father has been going to counseling and he isn’t the same he was six months ago. If we treat him like he is, then he might as well still be. Right?”
I close my eyes and pinch the top of my nose. She’s asking a lot of me with this. I’ll never forget or forgive the shit he’s put us through. I can’t.
How can you just sit in a room with a monster and pretend that he isn’t the evil that ruined everything you loved growing up?
I can’t answer that, but for my mother, I’ll do anything, no matter how much it hurts me.
“When do you want me over? I’ll do dinner, but I can’t do a poker night where he’s drinking all night and acting a fool. I’ll be gone before that. It’ll only stress me out and have me hounding his ass to make sure he doesn’t get out of control.”
“Tomorrow night. I’ll cook your favorite meal and your father will be on his best behavior. I promise. He already knows I’m here asking you and he’s promised to behave and not give you a hard time.”
I sit for a few seconds, considering her offer, when my phone vibrates in my pocket. The idea that it could be Meadow, has me reaching in my pocket for it and unlocking the screen.
My mom looks down at my phone and smiles. “Who’s Meadow? Do you have a girlfriend that you’re keeping from me? Styx.” She playfully pushes my shoulder and laughs.
My heart speeds up with excitement as I scan over the message. I can barely hide the smile that takes over as my mother watches my face as I read the message.
It’s probably been forever since my mom has seen me as happy as I feel right now with this damn phone in my hand.
Meadow: I wanted to let you know that I’m home and ready when you are. Can’t wait to see you tonight.
I don’t even realize that my mother is reading over my shoulder, until she grips my arm in excitement and squeals. “I need to meet this Meadow. Ask her to come to dinner tomorrow night for tacos. It’ll be fun. I promise.”
The thought of bringing her around my father has my heart sinking and my stomach twisting up in knots.
“Not a good idea.” I shake my head and put the phone down on my lap. “Sorry, but I can’t do that. Not with that asshole there. You’ll just have to come over here and see her, mom.”
My mother’s face drops into a look of disappointment and I feel my fucking heart rip apart. I hate seeing her sad.
This woman raised me and is everything good in me. She helped make me who I am today and kept me sane growing up, when I thought all hope was lost. We protected and took care of each other. I can never hurt her.
Well shit . . .
Swallowing, I reach for my phone and stare at it in silence for a few moments, before typing out a message.
Styx: Come to dinner with me tomorrow night to meet my mother. You’re the first woman I’ve invited to dinner.
Looking pleased, my mother stands up and kisses me on the top of the head. “I have a lot of preparing to do. Dinner has to be perfect! These will be the best tacos of your damn life.”
“Where are you going?” I ask as she starts walking down the porch steps. “You just got here.”
“Out to lunch with Dana and then shopping for a nice outfit. It’s been a while and I miss her and your uncle Wes.” She winks. “I have to look good for the first woman that my son has invited to dinner. Love you, baby. Don’t be late.”
I f
ind myself smiling from her excitement and standing up to watch her leave. “Love you too.”
Once I’m alone, I jump in the shower and begin thinking about all the bad shit that can happen at a dinner with my father.
I hate the idea of her meeting him, but my mother deserves more from me. Like she says, he’s been good for months now, so I can only hope that I won’t have a reason to kill him tomorrow.
If he acts up, then Meadow will see a side of me that I’m hoping to never have to show her.
When I’m drying off, my phone vibrates with a message from Meadow. So I drop my towel and reach for it, anxious to see what she has to say.
Meadow: I definitely feel special then. I’d be happy to tell your mother stories of your stalkerish behavior Count me in.
Styx: My mother would be proud that I’ve finally decided to find a beautiful as hell woman to stalk and spend more than one night with.
Meadow: Then she’ll love my stories and how I much I love that you want to spend more than one night with me.
Her text has me thinking, and before I know it, I’m walking around my house in the nude, thinking about how much of an ass I am for not making more time to learn things about her when we’re together.
How the hell am I supposed to give her a good date, when I don’t know the first thing about what she likes. I’d like to pretend that I do, but I don’t.
Styx: It’s occurred to me that I need to learn a lot about you. Hell, I don’t even know your favorite damn color. So I’m going to need you to fill out this quick questionnaire.
Styx: Question #1.
Boyshorts? Bikini? Or thong?
Styx: Actually, scratch that. I already know the answer and it’s hot as fuck.
Styx: Question #1, take 2.
Does size matter? ‘Cause if it does, then I’m good. But does it?
Meadow: LOL. Oh no. I don’t know what’s going on here or if I should be scared, BUT . . . Yes.
Styx: Question #2.
But yes, what? That I’m good? I thought I pointed out that I already knew this.
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