Cale (Walk of Shame 3)

“Are you sure you don’t–.”

“Hell no, Rile. I invited you here for dinner. There’s no way I’m allowing you to clean up.” He pulls me by the back of the neck, until our faces are almost touching. “Now go to my room and find a pair of my boxer briefs and a shirt. I’ll meet you on the couch.”

I close my eyes and nod as his smell surrounds me. He smells so damn good that I just want to snuggle into him and run my nose all along his chest and neck. “Okay,” I say softly.

Without warning, he releases my neck and walks over to the table to start cleaning up. I watch him for a second to try and imagine what it would be like living here with Cale. Seeing him every morning when I wake up and every night before bed. I have a feeling there’s no way I could handle that without wanting more. Plus, it would kill me to see him bring other girls home. Cale truly has no idea how much I care about him and I’m hoping to keep it that way.

After slipping into some of Cale’s clothes, I take a seat on the floor and search through his DVDs. I instantly spot a new comedy that I’ve been wanting to see, so I pop it into the PS4 and curl up on the corner of the couch to wait for Cale.

A few minutes later I hear Cale approaching, so I look up. Without a care in the world he yanks his shirt over his head before stepping out of his jeans, making my heart race with every movement that he makes.

He smiles at me when he notices me watching him. “I’ve been waiting to get out of these clothes all fucking day.” With his abs flexing, he walks toward the couch and takes a seat, practically pulling me into his lap. He reaches for the blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it over us before pressing play with the controller. “You comfortable,” he questions.

Yes . . . and no.

He isn’t hard, but feeling his dick pressed against my ass definitely steals my breath for a brief second. There were so many times in the past that I wanted to feel him against me, but was too afraid to get close to him, so I always found ways to avoid contact with his junk. There’s no way I would have been able to withstand begging him to take me, and right now . . . I’m fighting that urge.

“I’m fine.” I lie. “Just let me know if you want me to move and I will.”

He pulls me tighter against him and smiles into my neck. “I haven’t seen you in six years. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you move away from me.”

My heart beats faster from his words and I have to admit to myself that those are the exact words I wanted to hear. Being with him feels like old times and I’m happy to see that Cale wants me around just as much as in the past. I was scared things would be different . . .

I just hope that I can keep my feelings under control before I mess up everything we’ve had over the last ten years.

RILEY FELL ASLEEP IN MY arms over two hours ago, but I haven’t had the heart to move her so that I can get comfortable. She’s sleeping like a damn baby, as if she’s completely exhausted and hasn’t slept in days. I can’t even imagine how much of an effect this huge change must me taking on her both physically and emotionally.

Everything has changed dramatically for her in the last week. Her grandmother has gone off to a nursing home, she’s packed up all of her things to move from the home she has known for the last six years, and on top of that has just gotten out of a relationship that I’m guessing was not by her choice.

I’ll sit here all night if she’s content and at home for the first time since she’s left Mexico. She loves her parents, but there’s no way she will be able to be herself there without having them on her ass constantly, making her feel as if she’s a kid again; not to mention that she has to feel lonely there without someone she’s close to. That’s why my offer for her to stay here will always stand.

I feel her stir in my arms before she looks up at me with tired eyes and attempts to sit up. I pull her back into me and smile down at her as she begins to speak. “How long have I been sleeping?” She asks tiredly. “Sorry if I drooled on you.”

I give her a small smile as she wipes her mouth. There’s a wet circle of drool on my chest, but I could care less. “You’re all good, Rile. Nothing that I haven’t dealt with before from you.” I help her stand up before I get to my own feet. “You dozed off a couple hours ago. I figured you needed the rest so I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Cale.” She smiles at me gratefully and pulls me in for a tight hug. “You’ve always been so selfless when it comes to our friendship. I think I’ve missed that the most about you.”

I smile against her neck. “Now why don’t you go crawl into my bed and fall back to sleep. I’ll take the couch for the night.”

She pulls away from me and looks as if she wants to say something, but doesn’t. She just turns away and starts heading for my bedroom, before stopping at the door and turning back around. “Night, Cale.”

I turn off the lamp and strip out of my boxers, while holding the blanket against me. “Goodnight, Rile. I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

Her eyes linger down to my hand that is holding the blanket, before she nervously turns away and disappears into my bedroom.

I might have forgotten to mention the little fact that I always sleep naked. It was a struggle for me when Aspen and Slade were staying here, but as soon as they left I went back to my nudist ways.

If Riley agrees to stay here, then she’s going to see me naked whether it’s me running around the house or me on top of her, burying myself between those thighs of hers. I just hope that she’s ready for me.

I’ve been more than ready for her . . .

THE ALARM ON MY PHONE woke me up at seven, not that I really slept much anyways. Having Riley sleeping in my bed kind of prevented that. I kept thinking about crawling into bed with her, but decided that it’s probably too soon. There’s no way I would’ve been able to lie next to her without wanting to pleasure her and make her scream until she fell asleep in my arms from exhaustion, so I spent most of the night fighting with my damn dick.

I quietly slip into my boxers and prepare a quick breakfast before waking Riley up. There’s no way I’m sending her to work on an empty stomach.

I walk into my room to see Riley curled up in my bed, holding my spare pillow against her body for comfort. Every part of my body aches to be that comfort. It’s probably been a while since she’s slept alone, and seeing her having to use a pillow makes me want to show her what my body could do for her.