“Do you still love me, Riley?” He grabs my chin to make me look at him when I don’t respond. “Answer me, Riley. You can’t tell me that you don’t have any love left for me after just a short time of being apart. Tell me the truth.”
I hesitate before answering him, because I don’t want to give him too much hope, especially when I’m this confused. “Tyler . . .”
“Just give me a yes or no. I don’t want an explanation of buts or maybes. Just a simple yes or no.”
“Of course I do, but–.”
“That’s all I want to hear, and that should be good enough to at least try while I’m here.” Standing up, he pulls me to my feet. “Tell me that I’ve got a chance, Riley. Please.”
I feel my heart beating out of my chest as I think about Cale and what he must be thinking right now. I don’t want to think about me without Cale, but Tyler flew all the way here from Mexico. That has to mean something too. I don’t want to be a shitty person to the people that care about me.
I can’t do this right now. I can’t think straight. My breathing picks up and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. “I need time. I need to get out of here.” I begin backing out of the room. “I’m sorry, Tyler.”
Turning around, I rush out of the room and down the stairs, gripping the railing a little too tight. My chest feels extremely tight as I make my through the house.
My parents both look up at me as I rush to the game room. My heart stops when I poke my head inside to see only Slade and Aspen.
“He’s gone,” Slade says stiffly.
My throat burns when I hear those two words. “He left?” I whisper, mainly to myself. I stand there frozen for a moment, before rushing outside. Cale’s truck is gone and my heart feels completely shattered.
What the hell do I do?
I want to scream, but instead I walk. I just keep walking, needing to get away from everyone and everything. This is so messed up right now and I have no idea what I’m going to do to fix this. My heart aches for Cale, but my head is telling me that I need to at least give Tyler a chance after coming all this way. I hate this so much.
In the end . . . someone always gets hurt. I just hate that I have to be the one to do it.
IT’S BEEN TWO DAYS SINCE I’ve talked to Riley and I’m on the verge of losing my shit. She called me a few times the night that I left her parents’ house, but I forced myself not to answer it. I want her back, but I want to give her time to get her head on straight first.
The thought that she’s possibly been spending time with Tyler has been killing me, but a real man will hurt for the woman he fucking loves.
He’s had two days now to prove his fucking point. Now it’s my turn, and you better believe that I’m going to give her all that I have. The thought of another man pleasing her will never cross her mind. All she will be able to see is the two of us together.
I snap out of my thoughts when Hemy comes into the room shirtless, looking for me. “The show is about to start, man. You ready or what,” he asks while throwing on a fresh shirt. “Get your shit together.”
I let out a frustrated breath and slam back my beer. “Yeah, man. Let’s do this shit. Where are Stone and Kash?”
“They’re coming out of the other room.” Hemy pulls his long hair into a man bun as Earned It by The Weeknd starts playing from the speaker. “Fuck yeah.”
He pushes the door open and dances his way out first, before I follow behind him a few seconds later, followed by Stone, and then Kash from their rooms.
All at the same time, we find a girl in the crowd and pull her chair to the center, before straddling her chair and grinding our hips.
I made sure to pick someone that I’ve never met so that I won’t give off the wrong idea. It just so happens to be a cute brunette that reminds me of Riley with her big, beautiful eyes.
It distracts me for a moment, but I manage to not skip a beat, moving right into the next move. Tilting her chair back until her back is almost to the floor, I walk over her until my cock is in her face, before I grind my hips as if fucking her mouth nice and slow.
I feel the girl’s hands grip onto my ass and squeeze, but I don’t let it distract me. I can’t. I need to stay in the moment as much as I can.
Maneuvering my way off of her face, I put her chair back into sitting position and make my way up to the stage, meeting the guys in the middle.
We all drop down to the ground, gripping our jeans in the front and pulling as if undressing ourselves, while thrusting in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every girl in the room starts screaming and whistling, wishing that they could be the ones below us. The simple fact that we could have any girl in this room used to get me hard, but not tonight, not even a slight chub.
Instead, it gives me a sick feeling in my stomach, reminding me that the one and only girl I want might be with another man right now. The thought causes me to work my hips hard and aggressively, while biting down on my lip to ease my anger.
Keeping balance with one hand, I reach behind me, pulling the back of my jeans down until my full ass is on display. Then, I replace my other hand and grind the stage, giving all of the screaming women a full view of what my ass looks like while fucking.
I can feel the sweat drip down my body with each movement, but that only makes it seem more like fucking, giving the women the image that they come here for.
Standing up, we all reach for our shirts and slowly rip them off, before rubbing them over our cocks and throwing them out into the crowd. A bunch of hands fly up, fighting to get to them first. I almost die when I see Riley walk to the front of the crowd, holding my shirt in her hands.
Her eyes meet mine and pull me in, making it hard for me to concentrate on the rest of the dance. All I can think about is the fact that she’s here . . . at Walk Of Shame.
Running my hands down my body, I look her in the eyes, biting my bottom lip as I shove my hand down the front of my jeans and thrust the air. Watching the way she looks at me has me running my hand over my slightly hard cock, imagining it was hers instead.
I can see the lust in her eyes, making it very clear that she’s been thinking about me over the last couple of days. That pleases me. That means she most likely hasn’t been sexual with that prick.
The end of the song is coming, so in rhythm we all turn away from the stage and drop our jeans, cupping our packages with both hands, before turning back around and kicking our jeans off the stage.
The women go crazy, practically fighting each other to climb onto the stage. I look out into the crowd, searching for Riley as we make our way off the stage, but she’s lost in the pile of screaming bodies.
Hands grab at us, groping and slapping our asses until we dodge into the back room. I go from seeing the woman of my damn dreams to being closed off in a room with three naked assholes.
Opening my locker, I reach for a pair of fresh jeans and a shirt and quickly get dressed, while the other guys start bickering about who did the best.
“Where the hell are you rushing off to,” Hemy asks, while pulling up a pair of jeans.
“Riley’s here,” I say stiffly. “I’m going to find her.”
Lynx walks in with a handful of cash, but I brush past him, not giving a shit about getting paid. I just want to get to my girl before she leaves.
As soon as I walk back out into the club, a few girls walk over and start rubbing their hands on me, saying sexual things, but I don’t listen to a thing they’re saying. Instead, I push their hands away and look over their heads for Riley.
I spot Riley across the room, slamming back a shot by the bar. Setting her empty glass down, she tosses money in front of her before heading toward the door, dodging out as if she couldn’t escape soon enough.
Rushing through the crowd, I run to the door and shove it open, trying to catch Riley before she can drive off. By the time I make it outside, she’s already shutting the door to her car.
Running my hands through my hair, I let out a frustrated brea
th and walk over to knock on her window.
She looks up from the steering wheel, surprised to see me standing outside.
Looking me in the eyes, she rolls down her window and releases a breath. “Cale . . . what are you doing?”
Reaching through the window, I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “Trying to catch you.” I breathe. “Where are you going?”
She looks away for a second, before turning back to face me. “I don’t know. I just . . . I just need to get away, Cale. I’m so lost right now. I can’t stop thinking about you and what goes on here. It’s driving me fucking crazy, but I also have Tyler trying to prove to me that two years isn’t worth throwing away. I can’t breathe, dammit.”
I wrap both of my hands into the back of her hair and lean inside the window. “Here,” I whisper. “Let me help you with that.” Wetting my lips, I press them against hers, showing her just how much I have missed her.
I feel her breath escape her as she wraps one of her arms around my neck and breaks our kiss. “Cale . . .” she says while fighting to catch her breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Smiling, I open her car door and reach for her hand. “Come with me, Rile.” She gets ready to say something, but I cut her off. “Please don’t say no to me.”
She looks at me for a second, before pulling her key out of the ignition and letting me help her to her feet. “You know that always works on me,” she says defeated. “Not fair, jerk.”
I grin, knowing that she’s right. “I know. Now let’s go.”
About ten minutes later, we pull up in my driveway, parking in front of the garage, and she follows me outside to stand by my side of the truck. She’s staring at me as if trying to figure me out.
If she wants to know what it is that I want or that I’m thinking, then I’ll tell her. I’m not afraid to.
“I want to fuck you, Rile.” Stepping up to her, I grip her ass in my hands and run my lips up her neck. “I want to be deep inside you right now, making you scream my name and forget about that asshole. Is that what you want to hear? I’ll always tell you what’s on my mind if you just ask me.”
Leaning her head back, she lets out a soft moan. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Cale. I’m already confused enough as it is.”
Gripping her thighs, I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Then let me make it less confusing.” I brush my lips under her ear and whisper, “Let me show you what I have to offer you. This can be yours. I can be yours. Every. Fucking. Day.”
As soon as her body trembles in my arms, I know that I have her, at least for the moment, and I’m going to consume her in a way that no other man will even come close to.
Riley will see the things my body can do that no one else can . . .
I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T BE HERE right now, but I couldn’t fight it. My chest has been aching since the moment I realized that Cale walked out of the door the other night.
I went to Walk Of Shame just to watch him from the crowd, just to get a small glimpse of him, but seeing him up there on stage and knowing that every girl in the room was most likely thinking about him fucking them was messing with my mental state even more. I couldn’t make myself leave. I had to stay until the end.
I was just supposed to leave after that. I was supposed to drive home and be alone in my thoughts, but instead I’m here . . . with Cale. No matter what was going on in the past, just like now, I’ve always ended up with Cale instead of being alone. He’s always been capable of drawing me to him and making me spend my time with him. The problem is, he’s even better at it now.
Gripping him as tightly as I can, I feel a moan escape me as his soft lips brush right under my ear. There’s no denying how much I want him right now, and I know he can feel it too.
“Has Tyler been inside you, Rile?” Gripping my ass, he presses me against the side of his truck, causing me to moan out.
Of course not, I want to scream out. We haven’t even hung out yet, although I did promise him at least one dinner. I plan to talk to Cale about it before I leave tonight. I just hope that he will understand why I have to do it . . .
I shake my head. “No, but we need to talk . . .”
“Not right now,” Cale says sternly. “We have all night. Right now . . . I need you.”
I DON’T HESITATE BEFORE SETTING her down with her back pressed against my truck. Her dress rides up in the front, exposing her pink panties, and all I can think about is ripping them off with my teeth. This woman makes me want go fucking wild.
She watches me with lust in her eyes as I pull my t-shirt off and toss it over the truck, good and ready to have her hands all over me. I wasn’t lying when I said I want her right now. I. Want. Her. Right. Now. I grip the bottom of her dress and wrap it in my hand, pulling her to me. I can’t hold back anymore and I’m hoping she can handle it. “Fuck, Riley,” I breathe against her neck. “I want to take you right here. I want to fuck you everywhere.”
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.
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