Cale (Walk of Shame 3) - Page 25

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 breath 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.

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