Cale (Walk of Shame 3)

I give her a half smile and reach for the frosty glass. “I have a lot on my mind tonight. I guess I was zoning out.” I tip back the glass and let the refreshing liquid cool me off. I’m still sweaty from the show and all of my clothes are practically plastered to my wet body, irritating me.

“Yeah, well . . .” she tilts her head toward the right. “Those two girls definitely liked what you had going on tonight. It looks like they’re about ready to rape you before you even get a chance to finish that beer off, babe.” She rolls her eyes and dries off a glass. “Lucky dick. Those bitches are hot.”

A few second later I feel a hand on each of my shoulders, before the brunette appears on my right and the redhead on my left. I don’t even bother looking at them as I speak. “Ladies.” I guzzle back my beer and toss down some cash for Sara. “Later, Sara.”

Sara just waves me off as she gets called over by a small group of women. Shoving my wallet back into my jeans, I turn and walk through the crowded bar, not surprised to hear the sound of heels clicking against the floor behind me.

Yes, I could definitely use a very long blowjob right now, but to be honest, I could also do without. These two women, even combined, could never measure up to the woman that I have waited six long years for. I’m not saying that I’d turn them down, just saying that maybe I won’t be seeking out tonight.

As soon as I step outside and head for my truck, I hear one of the girls call my name, stopping me. Leaning against my truck, I exhale and look up, while dangling my keys around my finger.

The redhead pushes her hand against my chest as the brunette leans in and whispers in my ear, “Let us take care of you, Cale.” She runs the tip of her tongue over my earlobe before speaking again. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and take in a small breath as my jeans get pulled to my knees, and then I feel two small hands grip around my ready cock.

A pair of soft lips wrap around my head as a hand runs up and down my shaft, and I know right away that both women are sharing right now. I’m not selfish. It’s big enough for the both of them and maybe right now . . . this distraction . . . is what I need, so I let them both take turns sucking me off right here in the parking lot until I blow my load all over both of their mouths.

Licking the remainder of cum off my dick, the redhead stands up and places her arms around my neck. “Let us take you home where we can show you a real good time. I promise you that it will be worth it.”

“More than worth it,” the brunette chimes in.

That offer would usually have any man falling to his knees and drooling, but not me. I’ve gone twenty-four years without it and I’m pretty damn sure I can go another few weeks.

Trying my best not to be an ass, I take turns pressing my lips to both of their temples, before saying goodnight and hopping in my truck.

Once I pull up at the house, I realize that having my dick sucked hasn’t done shit to clear my head. Riley Raines is coming home and I know without a single doubt that she’s going to ruin me.

I’M SO NERVOUS RIGHT NOW. I’ve only been back in Chicago for two days and in about two seconds I’m starting my new job here at Sensual Touches, the massage parlor that I applied for online a few weeks ago.

No one knows that I’m back yet. I made sure to tell Aspen not to tell anyone until I’m ready. The only people that know are my family, and I plan on keeping it that way for a couple of weeks until things settle down and I can relax a bit. My heart is still hurting and my head is spinning out of control at the fact that Tyler and I are no longer a couple and that I have to get familiar with my surroundings again. When I made plans to move back home Tyler decided at the last minute that he didn’t think he’d be up for the move . . . so he stayed behind.

I care about Tyler, but Chicago is where my heart is. Not to mention . . . it’s where he is: Cale Kinley. As much as I’ve tried to convince myself seeing him again won’t stir some crazy emotions inside of me, I know with everything in me that’s not true. I’m not sure that I can handle seeing him while in this emotional state.

Shaking my head, I run my hands down my black, skinny jeans, wiping the sweat from my palms as I approach the door to the massage parlor. “It’s no big deal, Riley. You’ve done this a million times before . . . just not here. You have magic fucking hands.” I convince myself before stepping inside.

As soon as I enter the building I’m greeted by a woman that looks to be in her early twenties, with long, purple hair. She plasters on a smile and stands up from her chair, looking impatient. “Please tell me you’re Riley Raines. Hailey hasn’t shown up yet and we have two clients waiting. I need to get these two satisfied and hitting the road.”

I nod my head as the nerves flow through me, causing butterflies to fill my stomach. “That’s me,” I say with a fake confidence that I definitely don’t feel at the moment. “Is there anything you need from me before I start?” I open my purse and start digging for my ID and paperwork. “Here’s my–.”

“No time for that, sweetness. Myles will deal with that when he gets in later. I don’t get paid enough for that.” She gives me an impatient look and starts shoving me down the hall. “I need you in room three. That’s your room.” She takes a deep breath and bites her bottom lip. “You’re going to enjoy this one. Please put your hands all over him since I can’t. Hailey is going to be one pissed off bitch, but this will teach her a lesson for showing up late.” She lets out a satisfied laugh while spinning on her heels. “Hurry. I can smell the skank coming now.”

Lifting my eyebrows, I smile small and push open the door to room three, almost unable to breathe from the nerves. Without paying any attention to the waiting client, I quickly observe the room to find a chart hanging next to the door. I grab it quickly to prepare for his needs.

While searching for my supplies, I introduce myself, trying not to draw attention that I have no clue where anything is. “Sorry for the wait. My name is Riley and I’ll be taking care of you today. Hailey is running a little behind and this is my first day here, so please be a little patient while I get everything ready.”

Looking around the dimly lit room, I find the stereo and turn it on, letting the relaxing sounds fill the space to hide my erratic breathing as I try to stay calm. I’ve been at the same place for three years, and being somewhere new, with new clients, is a bit nerve-wracking; especially when you’re getting rushed around by some chick with purple hair and tattoos that looks as if she wants to choke someone today.