Cale (Walk of Shame 3)

As I get closer to the front desk I stop and instantly smile when I notice Cale is waiting inside for me. My heart goes crazy just from the sight of him, and I get this sudden urge to run and jump into his arms. Of course I’m not going to though.

I get ready to start walking, but stop and swallow back my jealousy when I notice Kylie’s hand slide across the desk and reach for Cale’s arm. From afar it looks as if she’s rubbing her fingertips over his muscle.

Cale looks down at her hand on his arm, but doesn’t say anything as she leans over the desk in an attempt to get his attention.

Seeing another woman want him in that way feels like getting punched in the gut. Even though he doesn’t seem interested, it still gives me a sick feeling in my stomach.

If it’s like this here—outside of the strip club—I don’t even want to begin to think about what goes on at the club when he’s half naked and shaking his goods for drunken, horny women. I’ve gotten a small glimpse, but I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what could happen. I’m not sure what to do with that.

Sucking it up, I walk up beside Cale and get ready to greet him. Without hesitation Cale turns to me and wraps both of his hands into the back of my hair, slamming his lips to mine and pulling me as close as he possibly can.

Talk about taking someone’s breath away. His lips assault mine, repeatedly sucking and tasting me in a way that almost feels desperate. He’s devouring me. Pulling away, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. “Shit, I’ve been waiting all day to do that.”

Kylie looks us both over before rolling her eyes and sitting down in her chair, clearly aware that Cale is not interested now. “Looks like I did someone a favor last week,” she says stiffly. “Better you than Hailey, I suppose.”

Her words somehow piss me off. He’s been my Cale for far longer than this girl even knew he existed. Leaning over the desk, I get ready to say something, but Cale pulls me to him, cutting me off.

“Nah, actually you did me a favor.” He slaps the desk, before leaning in and sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “And it’s always been her. Simple as that.” With a lift of his eyebrow, he grabs my hand to get me walking. “Ready?”

Trying to fight my grin, I nod my head and wrap my arm around his waist as he starts walking toward the door. “So damn ready.”

Just as we’re about to walk out the door Hailey appears next to the desk, glaring at Kylie and complaining about something. I hear Cale’s name, but choose to ignore it. I don’t need anything dragging me down at the moment; especially two girls that I can barely even stand to be around.

After hopping into Cale’s truck I reach for my seatbelt and get ready to pull it down, but look up surprised when Cale reaches over me and reclines my seat back as far as it will go.

“What are you doing?” I laugh as he crawls over the seat until he’s hovering over me, gripping the seat with his hand to keep balance. I can’t help but to notice the way his muscles flex as he stares down at me.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do in the past.” He positions himself between my legs and presses his lips to mine . . . hard; so hard that it almost hurts. “I’ve always wanted to take you in my truck,” he says against my lips.

“Cale . . .” I run my hands up his strong back as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, teasing me and turning me on completely. “There’s people everywhere,” I say with a small moan.

He grips my thigh and smiles against my mouth. “Then let them watch.” His lips slam against mine, causing me to moan out as my eyes close. “Fuck, I can’t hold back with you, Rile. I’ve kept my hands off of you for long enough; too damn long. Touching you everywhere is the only thing I can think about anymore.”

I start reaching for the back of his shirt, getting completely lost in the moment, but jump when I look beside us to see Slade leaning against the truck, casually just chilling and enjoying the show. “Holy shit,” I laugh. “Seriously?”

“What?” Cale stops kissing my neck and looks up. “Fucking idiot,” he growls as soon as he sees Slade. With his jaw steeled, he rolls down the window, glaring at Slade the whole time, as if he wants to kill him. “What dude? What are you doing here?”

Slade lifts an eyebrow and uncrosses his arms. “Just enjoying the show, man. Don’t stop on my account. I’m curious to see just what I need to teach you. You gotta catch up with the big boys now.”

Cale’s grip on the seat tightens. “You’re an idiot,” he growls. “What do you really want?”

Slade shrugs his shoulders and grips the window. “Aspen told me you were stopping to pick up Riley on the way over. I was driving by and noticed your damn truck. The windows looked a little frosted and shit, so I came to hurry your ass up.”

Grinning, Cale gives Slade the middle finger while rolling up the window. He leans in and kisses me quickly, breathing heavily against my lips. “Dammit! Let’s go before this dude busts a nut outside of my truck. Anything can work him up.”

I laugh and roll the window back down as Cale crawls over to his seat and adjusts the crotch of his jeans. “Hey, Slade,” I say with a small laugh.

Slade gives me a slick head nod and smiles. “Looking good, Riley.” Leaning in the truck, Slade kisses the side of my head while smiling over at Cale. “Both of you hurry your asses up.”

Cale starts the engine, gripping the wheel while glaring at Slade. “Don’t push it, fucker. We’re on the way.”

Slade winks and turns on his heels, walking over to his nice new car.

“Remind me to kill Slade later,” Cale says while pulling out of the lot.

I can’t help but to laugh at the boys for acting so silly. I definitely won’t mind this kind of entertainment to get us through dinner. “Sure thing,” I say with a smile.

I try to stay cool on the way to my parents’ house, but the way Cale is rubbing my leg has me squirming in my seat and gripping the seat. The satisfied smirk on his face only shows me that he’s doing this on purpose and enjoying this much more than I am.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I grab his hand and place it on his own lap as he pulls up in front of the house. “It’s already going to be hard enough to act normal around my parents, pretending as if nothing is going on. Please don’t make it harder.” I suck in a breath and attempt to compose myself.