Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2) (11 page)

He grabs a beer and pops the top. “Nah, we didn’t sleep.”

Sophie stands in the doorway half-dressed and looks us both over, with a look on her face, that’s telling us exactly what she’s imagining at the moment.

She wants to fuck us at the same time. That might’ve been something I’d agree to before, but it doesn’t even sound appealing now.

“I’ve gotta go.” She buttons up her blouse, trying hard to look sexy as she does. “My rides outside and I need some sleep before tonight. Later boys. I hope.”

Kash winks and watches as she walks away, swaying her ass for us.

“What made your ass so sure that I wouldn’t be home last night?”

He tilts back his beer and looks at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question. “After that shower, I knew it was different than your usual fuck. There’s no way you weren’t going home with her. I was in there for at least fifteen minutes before I even heard any moaning. It’s usually within less than two seconds with us. I know how we work.”

I look him over, letting his words sink in. That was definitely the first shower I’ve had with a woman that went like that. He’s not wrong about that.

“You’re steam cleaning my fucking couch today before work. I’m not touching it until you do. Your ass and dick are all over it.”

“You even going to be here tonight?” he questions, watching me with a cocky smirk. “If not . . . then you might want me to wait until tomorrow to steam clean that shit. I have another date.”

I set my beer down and run my hands through my hair, while making my way to the bathroom to shower, before I get the urge to break his pretty face. “Take care of that before tonight. I’ll be staying here.”

He laughs around his beer and then tilts it back. “Alright, man. Chill.”

After I shower and get dressed, I leave Kash to take care of the couch, while I go out to the garage to do a little more work on my bike. It’s still fucked up from my accident, but I’m slowly getting it back to how it was before.

Thirty minutes in and all I can think about is Meadow and how it felt, falling asleep with her in my arms.

I already miss the feel of her body against mine and the feel of her soft breath hitting against my chest as she fought to get as close to me as possible last night. Even in her damn sleep. It was like she couldn’t get enough of me.

The thought of her against me has me hard. I can feel it straining against my fitted jeans.

“You working with a boner and shit?” Kash steps into the garage and laughs at my frustration. “You really have it bad for this girl. It’s written all over your face, man.”

“Maybe I do,” I say mostly to myself. “So what.”

He tosses me a beer and then opens one himself. “Leaves more women for me to fuck so no complaints from me, man. Just keep it separate from the club. If the women find out that two out of three of their favorite male entertainers are taken, then they’re going to come less and spend less money. You know this. You’ve already given the damn crowd a show with her. You and fucking Stone are going to mess things up for the damn club.”

I know Kash is right. Traffic slows down at the club each time one of us seems to commit, but that’s the least of my concerns. I have enough money in my savings account to get me by for five fucking years without making another dime from the club.

If Cale has to replace me, then he has to replace me. He’s a smart business man and knows what needs to be done. That’s exactly why I love the guy so much.

“I gotta go.” I stand up and slip my leather jacket on, once I realize that it’s close to one.

Kash gives me a confused look and watches as I set the unopened beer down and toss my tools aside, before walking my bike outside of the garage. “Where you going? We don’t work for another five hours.”

“Somewhere I have to. Just lock up for me and I’ll see you tonight.”

“Alright, man. I got you.”

Straddling my bike, I start it and take off down the road, my heart racing fast, just like it always does when I’m heading to this damn street.

So many thoughts and scenarios run through my head that I barely even remember driving there until I get to my destination and park.

Before I know it, I’m parked on the side of the road, down the street from my mother’s house with my bike facing the direction that I know
he’ll
be coming from.

I sit here and wait for twenty minutes, growing impatient and more on edge with each passing second that there’s still no sign of my father.

He’s late, which could be bad for my mother.

Finally, around one-forty he pulls into the driveway and gets out. He crosses his arms and looks my way, knowing that I’m here watching him. I always am now.

It only takes one look at my father to know whether or not he’s wasted and it’s usually after work that he would get fucked up and then come home to beat up on us.

That’s exactly why, no matter what the fuck I’m doing, I stop and make sure that I’m here every single day when he gets off. And I will continue to do this until the day I know my mother is safe.

I want him to know that I’m watching him. He lays one finger on my mother again and his ass is mine. He may not walk again, the next time he hurts my mother.

I watch him carefully as he uncrosses his arms and then walks to the door, walking a straight line just to piss me off and show off.

He’s sober. An asshole . . . but sober.

My eyes burn into his back, unwavering, until he’s inside the house and the door is closed behind him.

Giving myself a second to cool off, I sit and just watch my mother’s house to make sure there’s no arguing or screaming coming from it.

When I feel safe to leave her alone with him, I start my bike and take off, heading toward my favorite burger joint.

I’m about three blocks from
Gill’s Burgers
when I notice some asshole honking at cars and riding their asses as if he’s in a hurry.

It only takes me a few seconds to realize that it’s the asshole that hit me. I’ve been waiting to run into his ass again. “Oh fuck yes.”

He turns down a side street so I speed up and turn down another side street, knowing that I’ll meet up with him if I go fast enough.

I speed down three blocks and then turn left, blocking the road at the next stop sign, right as he comes to a stop.

Adrenaline courses through me as I jump off my bike and take wide strides over to the driver side of the car. He looks at me with surprise as I reach into the window to turn off his car and snatch the keys out of the ignition.

The driver looks extremely worried now as he watches me grip the opened window and flex. “You’re the asshole that hit me and you’re still out here driving like a fucking idiot.”

“Come on, man.” He reaches out for his keys, but I snatch them away and shove them in my pocket. “Give me my fucking keys. Sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t even see you there.”

“Fuck that shit. You should learn how to drive or stay the fuck off the road, before you kill someone. Got it, asshole.”

He looks me over with a cocky smile that shows me that he doesn’t give a shit about what I’m saying right now.

The asshole has to be about eighteen or nineteen at most. So I’m sure he still gets off with a lot of warnings, but fuck that. Not with me.

I reach into the window and slam his head into the steering wheel as hard as I can. “I’ll be watching you, asshole.”

Turning around, I chuck his keys across the street and then hop back on my bike, revving the engine as he watches me through the windshield, while holding his nose.

He’s lucky I didn’t break it.

I feel a bit better and I find myself grinning like a fool as I pull up at the burger joint and order for two.

I have some thanking to do myself . . .

Meadow

I CAN’T HELP BUT TO think that Jase has been keeping his eye on me extra closely over the last few days.

Every time I turn around, he’s there asking me if I need something or if I want to go outside to his car and work off some steam. Seriously? I’ve worked with him for over a year and not once has he seemed so clingy until now.

At one point I might’ve wanted this kind of attention from him, but not anymore. Now that I’m getting it . . . it feels completely different than I expected.

Styx shows me attention in a way that makes me feel wanted and special. Jase has been showing me attention in a way that makes me feel smothered and annoyed as hell.

I hear something come from outside the door and immediately assume that it’s Jase creeping around the corner to hit on me again. It’s getting really damn old.

“I’m busy, Jase,” I huff. “I’ve got patients to take care of and so do you. Leave me alone, please.”

I inhale a deep breath and slowly release it when I hear the door to the room close and footsteps heading my way.

Fluffing up the pillow and getting the bed as comfortable as possible for the next patient, I speak, without turning around to face him. I’m not in the mood for his games and to be honest, he’s sort of pissing me off at the moment.

I might just snap if I look at him.

Styx has been the only thing on my mind all day and Jase is ruining any quiet moment that I manage to get to think about what happened last night and remember just how good it felt to wake up with him in my bed.

He looked so damn sexy, laying there naked, wrapped up in my sheets and I want every second that I can get to picture just that.

“No, I won’t go to your car with you and no, I won’t take you to my truck.”

Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against a hard body. His scent and the way he touches me, gives him away. “Then how about my motorcycle?”

Only Styx could make my heart beat the way it is at this very moment. I’ve learned that very quickly.

“What are you doing here?” I ask with a grin, while grabbing his arms. “Miss me already?” I tease.

He smiles against my neck, before tilting it to the side and gently biting it with his perfect mouth. “Maybe. Or maybe I got the feeling that you missed my mouth.”

His hand lowers down the front of my scrubs and in between my legs, cupping me. “And my hands.”

Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes and let out a small moan as he slips a finger inside and then pulls it out. “Your pussy definitely misses me, Meadow. Not sure I’ll believe your mouth if it tells me no.”

He turns me around and looks me in the eye as he sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting me. “Mmmm . . . My mouth misses everything on this perfect little body.”

“Styx . . .” I breathe out, as he lowers down to this knees in front of me. “We can’t do this right here.” I grip his hair and tug when his warm mouth lowers down the front of my body, kissing me on the way as he lowers my panties. “A patient is . . . Oh my God . . . Styx . . .”

As soon as his tongue swirls around my clit, I lose all train of thought, gripping onto the bed railing for support.

His strong hands grip my thighs and squeeze as his mouth consumes my mind, body and soul, making it hard to think of the fact that we could get caught at any moment and I could possibly lose my job.

All that exists in this moment is Styx’s tongue on my body, pleasuring me in a way that only Styx can.

“You took care of me at my work . . .” He stops to suck my clit into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. It has me shaking above him. “Now I’m returning the favor.”

Blindly, I struggle to lower the railing on the bed behind me, desperate for his mouth to keep going. “Move this . . .” I breathe out. “I need it gone. Now.”

Styx smiles up at me, before reaching behind me and lowering the railing. Without saying a word, he grips my hips and raises me to the bed, pulling my ass to the very edge.

I lean back and grip his hair, wrapping my fingers in as he buries his face between my legs again.

With each swirl and flick of his tongue, I moan out, pulling his hair even harder. “Ohhhhh . . . shit . . . yes . . .”

My moans get louder, the more aggressively his mouth takes me and before I know it, I’m screaming out his name.

Styx laughs between my legs, before sitting up and covering my mouth with his hand. “Try to hold it in. I’m not here to get you fired. I’m here to thank you.”

I nod, and then push his head, until he’s back down in between my legs. “Don’t stop again or I’ll hurt you.”

I’m so lost in his mouth and the pleasure that it’s bringing me, that I don’t even notice the door to the room opening, until I hear Jase’s voice as he walks inside.

“Hey, the patient is on his . . .”

“Oh shit! Dammit!” I sit up and push Styx’s head away, just in time to see Jase stop in front of us with his mouth hanging open in shock.

Styx is quick to cover me up, making it clear that he doesn’t want Jase seeing me with my pants down. “Fuuuck!”

He helps me to my feet and then runs his hands through his hair in frustration as he looks Jase over as he watches us.

“Are you fucking serious?” Jase clenches his jaw as he looks me over, clearly unhappy. “You
never
wanted to mess around in a room with me, but it’s okay when this guy wants to? Suddenly, your job doesn’t matter?”

“Jase- don’t start,” I growl out, frustrated that he had the nerve to bring
us
up.