Slade (Walk of Shame 1)

His eyes are intense; telling me he wants me as his. A part of me almost wants to give in just from that look alone.

My eyes slowly leave his eyes, searching my way down his muscular body and landing right on his hard dick.

Oh. My. God.

You can see everything through his tight briefs. The thickness of his dick and even the shape of its head. The whole package. He’s so . . . hard.

Stopping in front of me, he smirks and tilts his head down toward his cock. My eyes are betraying me. Damn bastards. They won’t move away. “You know, it’s against the rules, but I would let you touch it if you wanted to.”

Shaking my head, I pull my eyes away and slam back the rest of my drink. This is my third one and I’m a lightweight; probably not a good thing. I take a step back as he takes a step closer. Clearing my throat, I ask, “Touch what?”

Reaching out, he grabs my hand and places it on the V of muscles that lead down to his briefs, slowly sliding it down his sweaty, slick body. “My cock,” he whispers.

My body clenches from his words and I hate it. Yanking my hand away, I grab Kayla by the arm and slam my empty glass down onto the table beside me. I need to get out of here. “Thanks for the offer, playboy, but I’m here to meet a friend and like I said, I’m not interested.”

Smirking, he takes a step back as Cale slaps him on the shoulder. “Dude, back away from our temporary roommate. You’re freaking Aspen the f**k out, Sir Dick a lot.”

I see the smile in his eyes as if he’s got me right where he wants me now and he looks like a man that always gets what he wants. Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he backs away slowly, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, until disappearing back into his crowd of fan girls.

Cale gives me a quick hug and apologizes. “Sorry about him. Just ignore him and you’ll be fine.” He starts backing away and smiles. “We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

“All right, pretty boy,” I call out. “Better hurry and get back to your crazy fan girls.”

Cale is the definition of pretty. Short blond hair, striking green eyes and the sweetest dimpled smile you’ll ever see. I will never understand why my sister has never hooked up with him.

Turning to Kayla, I let out a deep breath and instantly turn red with embarrassment as she starts laughing. “What!” I yell.

She smirks and pretends like she’s giving a blowjob.

“Stop that! You dirty, bitch.” I push her shoulder and she laughs. “I need another drink.”

She turns toward Slade, dancing his dick off in the middle of some girls. “I would need a drink after that too. Holy shit! That is one fine piece of ass.” She starts pulling me towards the bar. “Plus, you need to get your mind off a certain someone,” she says to remind me. “Relax a little.”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Probably so. I’m not going to let it bring me down this week.”

When we reach the bar, the pretty bartender smiles at me and shakes her head.

Wondering if she’s laughing at me for some reason, I take a seat on the stool in front of me and give her a hard look. Slade has me all kinds of feisty at the moment and I can’t believe he’s Cale’s roommate. Not good. “What?” I narrow my eyes at her as she reaches for an empty glass.

Scooping up some ice, she looks over my shoulder and laughs again. “Honey, no one turns Slade down. Are you insane? That is one piece of ass that you don’t want to miss out on. Trust me.”

Trying my best not to look behind me, I fail. I should kick my own ass. I glance over my shoulder to see Slade staring at me while using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest. He slowly moves it down his body as if teasing me.

Crap! He even looks sexy doing that.

I growl under my breath and ignore what she just said. Obviously, he’s a man whore. “Just give me another drink, please. Make it strong.”

The bartender tilts her head and goes about her business. Thank goodness because I really don’t want to think about that half naked, sexy ass**le anymore.

“Right on,” Kayla says happily. “It’s a good thing I’m driving your ass around.”

“Probably a very good thing right now,” I say softly, trying to get my thoughts in check.

After setting eyes on the sexiest ass**le I have ever seen, I have a feeling I’m going to need help if I’m going to be in the same house with him for the next week.

Crap, I’m in for a ride.

Chapter Four

Slade

My night was made when Cale said those three little f**king words. Our temporary roommate. Apparently, she lives in Rockford and is planning to stay here in Chicago as a bit of a break from home. He wouldn’t tell me why and I could care less. It’s none of my business. I don’t mind sharing my bed; although, Cale will probably offer his to be nice.

That f**king pu**y.

The look on Aspen’s face when she realized she’ll be spending the next week in the same house as me was f**king priceless; a dead giveaway that she finds me tempting.

Fuck! My c**k is hard.

Pushing my c**k down, I adjust my jeans and moan.

“Dude, what the shit!” Cale looks over from the driver side and scowls. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about f**king her.”

Playing stupid, I cross my hands behind my head and laugh. Of course, I’m thinking about f**king her. “Who?”

Cale lets out a long huff and pulls into the driveway. “Fucking, Aspen, you dipshit. She doesn’t need you messing with her right now.”

I push the car door open and step out before slamming it behind me. When Cale catches up to me, I laugh and lean against the door as a little red Chrysler Sebring pulls up behind my truck. Since I’ve had a few shots, I made Cale drive us home. I never drive after I’ve had a few drinks. One of my small list of rules, I never break. They were created for my own good.

“Every girl needs me messing with her; especially that one.”

I nod toward Aspen as she steps out of the car looking like a f**king Victoria’s Secret model. The sexy, curvy kind that you want to run your tongue over every inch of flesh and savor the f**king taste. You don’t just want this woman for dessert. You want her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too. Any average guy would. Good thing I’m not your average guy.

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Aspen

Oh hell. Would someone please make him stop looking at me like that? He stares at me; burning his eyes into my body, like he’s about to f**king rip my clothes off and pound me against a wall somewhere. It’s so distracting.