Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2) (20 page)

His whisper has my heart going crazy for him. This man is everything I want in my life, but am afraid to keep. “Are you sure about that?” I question. “I have a lot of ugly days that I can barely even get out of bed, Styx. I get too lost in my head and need my space from the world.” I close my eyes in shame and hide my face in his neck. “I try my best to be strong, but when you’ve felt alone for as long as I have, after you’ve lost
everyone
you have ever loved . . . giving yourself to someone else isn’t the easiest. I’m so damn scared of being left alone again.”

“Fuck,” he whispers into the top of my head. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere even if you push me out the damn door. I
never
want you to be afraid with me.”

I look up to meet his eyes, my heart pretty much stopping in my chest from his confession. “Did you mean what you just said?” I ask softly.

His grip around me tightens, until there’s no space between us. I couldn’t get away, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. I never want to get away from this man.

“With everything in me. I’ve been thinking it for days, but just haven’t said it. I was hoping my actions were loud enough to show you. But yes. I fucking love you,” he breathes across my lips.

“I love you too,” leaves my lips without a second thought. “I love everything about you and us and how you make me feel. I never want to lose that. Please don’t rip my damn heart out. I’m opening up to you, Styx. I’m giving you my all.”

“Good.” He smiles against my lips and then kisses me hard and deep. “Because I’m a giver when it comes to someone I love and I’m giving you every fucking thing I have in me, beginning with my damn heart.”

With that, he slides his jacket off and places it over my shoulders. “Let me get you inside where it’s warm.”

He wraps his arms around me from behind as I reach for my keys and unlock the door.

As soon as we get inside, he picks me up and begins carrying me through the house, stopping in front of my bed.

“Now I’m spending the rest of the night making love to my woman.” He reaches into his pocket and tosses his phone across the room, before laying me down on the bed. “No fucking distractions. Just the two of us.”

I smile and then pull him down on top of me, capturing my lips with his.

This man is perfect and I promise to take care of him just as much as he takes care of me . . .

Styx

Two weeks later . . .

TODAY IS MEADOW’S BIRTHDAY AND all she asked for was some private time for us once we’re both done working for the day.

Between spending time with my mother on our days off and working at the gym whenever we both can make it in, we haven’t had much of the quiet time that we both enjoy so much.

Today’s been an extremely long day for the both of us so I’m desperately waiting for her to make her way back into my damn arms so I can take care of her.

I look down at my phone to see that Meadow should be arriving any second and my heart starts racing with excitement.

This woman manages to make my heart race every damn day that we’re together and that’s a feeling that I’m not used to. That’s how I know just how special she is.

The headlights of her truck shine on the rock that I’m sitting on, letting me know that she’s arrived.

Smiling, I stand up and light the single candle on the cupcake, making my way to her as she steps out of her truck looking completely exhausted and worn down.

Her eyes light up the minute she sees what I’m holding. “God, you’re the sweetest.” She runs at me, throwing her arms around my neck.

I hold the cupcake at a safe distance from her and press my face into her hair and whisper,” Happy birthday, baby. I feel like crap that I didn’t know until last week. There’s a whole batch of these ugly frosted fuckers that I attempted to bake for you at home. Clearly, I need to stick to cooking and not baking.”

She cries into my neck where she places a gentle kiss. “It’s beautiful. This means so much to me.”

When she pulls away from my neck, I dip my thumb into the frosting and then wipe it across her bottom lip. “This looks so much better on you.”

I pull her frosted lip into my mouth, sucking off all the blue, before kissing her and then pulling off my leather jacket to drape it over her shoulders.

She laughs and then smashes the cupcake into my mouth, before tossing it aside and kissing me so damn hard that I almost lose my balance.

“This is one of the nicest things anyone has done for me. Why must you keep making me fall for you more and more each day?”

Picking her up, I wrap her legs around my waist and start walking back over to the rock to set her down. “Because you’re worth it.”

I jump onto the rock behind Meadow, just like the first night I brought her here, pulling her close to me.

My arms wrapped around her.

Her between my thighs.

No words are exchanged.

We just sit here.

Both lost in thought.

Everything else in the world forgotten for the moment as we sit here, staring up at the sky.

Just two people enjoying each other’s comfort for a while.

I have a feeling that I’m never going to want to let her go . . .

The End

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Kash

(unedited sample)

Look for the final book in the WOS Series coming early 2017

Kash

I SHOW UP AT THE house, to see that Stone, Myles and Colt are already waiting outside for me, dressed in their fitted suits.

Stone tugs on his tie and checks out my hoodie and jeans as if there’s something wrong with the way I look.

“Dude . . .” he pushes my hood back. “Where’s your suit? I thought we all agreed to dress up and shit. You look like a homeless stripper.”

I unzip my hoodie and walk past him with a grin, pulling it open so he can see my ripped up t-shirt. Then I zip it back up when he flicks a rolled up dollar bill at my head.

He knows I said no repeatedly to dressing up, but he ended the call assuming I’d listen anyway. “Nah, you three agreed on a suit. My ass got called out of bed in the middle of the night to be here so I threw on the first thing I saw.”

Gotta stand out somehow when it comes to making money and women like a little mystery.

Myles laughs when Colt looks down at his own suit as if he feels overdressed now.

“I’m making sure this thing comes off fast. I look like an idiot. I told your asses we shouldn’t have dressed up.”

Walking up to the door, I begin to think we’re at the wrong house, because it’s completely quiet. No sound of people talking or even a TV playing in the background.

These kinds of parties are always filled with wild women, that can’t sit still or wait for us to arrive. There’s no way anyone inside that house is waiting on us.

Stone loosens his collar and stands back as if he’s checking out the address. “This is it. Just walk in and start shaking your dick. They’re probably waiting on us to get the party started.”

I’m just about to open the door, when a whistle comes from across the street, making me look over.

“Over here!” Some girl with long, curly blonde hair crosses her arms and leans against the closed door, watching us as we cross the street. “My friend gets confused about her address when she drinks. Either that or she just likes to screw with people. I haven’t figured it out yet.”

I stop in front of her and take a few moments to check her out in her tight jeans and lose fitting shirt that hangs off one shoulder.

She looks unamused by our arrival as if she’s only here because she was forced to be. The concentration on her face as she looks down at her phone and types fast, tells me that there’s somewhere else she’d rather be.

“Just go in and start doing whatever it is that you do. The others are eagerly awaiting your arrival. They’ve been talking dicks all night.”

Stone and the newest members of the club, step inside without hesitation, while I take this moment to breathe in the coolness of the night air and wake up a bit more.

Screams of excitement fill the house, before music blares over the speakers, making it clear that the party has started without me.

“Why aren’t you inside with the others? Groping half-naked men isn’t your thing?”

She looks up from her phone and gives me a half smile. “Only on some nights.”

I laugh at her response and pull out a cigarette, lighting it up. I need to be more awake for this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice her checking me out, but I pretend that I don’t notice.

“You going to keep that hood up all night? Not quite as handsome as the other guys? Is that it? Don’t be shy. I’m sure you have a great body that will do the trick just fine for my friends.”

I smile and take a drag of my cigarette, slowly exhaling. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, she’s desperate to see what’s under this hood and probably even my jeans.

Leaning against the door, I push my hood back and smirk as her eyes wander over my face, doing a double take, before stopping on my lips.

She swallows and then clears her throat, trying to hide the fact that she’s surprised by what she sees. “Better get inside with the others. Joni will notice that she paid for four guys and only has three actually earning their pay.”

I lift a brow and watch as she pulls the screen door open and disappears inside.

After I finish my cigarette, I pull my hood back up and enter the house.

Walking through the living room, I notice a lot of heads turn my way, eyes watching me as if they can’t wait to see what’s under this mysterious, black fabric.

One girl even walks away from Myles in an attempt to check me out.

I walk slowly, ignoring them all, letting my eyes seek out the sassy blonde from outside.

She’s in the kitchen pouring a drink, but looks over when a few of her friends grab me and pull me back into the living room.

I stand with a confident smile as they start to grab at my hoodie, unzipping it and checking me out as they rip it from my arms.

Hands grope at my chest, lifting at my shirt as I begin to move my hips to Ride by
Chase Rice
.

The sassy blonde smirks from the kitchen, watching the other girls take advantage of me as if she finds it funny.

She’s pretending as if she’s only watching for the amusement of me being attacked, but the look in her amber eyes gives off the truth of why she hasn’t turned away yet.

She wants to see me naked just as badly as they do.

Keeping my eyes on her, I bend one of the girls over, place my hand on her lower back and grind my hips to the rhythm.

I grind slow and seductive, before giving her one hard thrust, almost knocking her over.

She turns back to look at me, her eyes filled with want, before she lays down on her back and waves me over with her finger.

Standing above her, I slowly pull my shirt over my head, before tossing it aside and dropping down to the ground, rolling my body above hers and rubbing my face over her breasts.

Money flies at me as I place her legs over my shoulders and lift her body up, grinding into her, while on my knees.

I gently place her down to her back again, before jumping to my feet and reaching for the closest girl next to me, flipping her upside down so that my cock is grinding against her face.