Slade (Walk Of Shame #1)

Chapter Seven
Slade


I’ve never had a woman act as if me pleasing her disgusted her. This is a f*cking first. I can’t say that I like it. As a matter of fact, it pisses me off. She knows damn well that she enjoyed it. I bet she’s never had someone make her scream that loud before; make her come on contact. She’s just afraid to admit it; afraid to give into her needs; afraid that I’ll f*ck her too good. That has to be it.
With the way she has me feeling at the moment, the last thing I want to do is go and exist in the same house as her just to have her avoid me and act as if she doesn’t want it as much as I do. I’m not down for that shit right now. I need to get some things off my mind; cool off a bit.
Out of habit, I end up at Walk of Shame. Pulling my motorcycle in the back parking lot, I yank my helmet off before slamming it down on my seat and shoving my motorcycle. Cale and Hemy better be ready to keep the drinks f*cking flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.
Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll f*cking stay far away.
I push my way through the back door, walk over to my locker and grab a shirt. I get ready to put it on, but say f*ck it instead. I’ll end up without it on by the end of the night anyways. I toss it down and make my way into the bar.
I notice that the crowd is finally starting to show up. Perfect f*cking timing. There should be plenty of entertainment to keep me busy.
As I approach the bar, I see Cale sitting on the edge of the bar talking to a group of women. They all seem to be laughing; f*cking entertained.
He nods and jumps off the bar when he sees me. “Dude, why the hell do you look so pissed? I thought you were going to keep Aspen company until I get off?”
Leaning over the bar, I grab for the nearest liquor bottle and reach for an empty glass. “Yeah well, she’s not the easiest to f*cking entertain. I’m pretty sure she’d rather be alone right now.”
Cale tilts his head back with a dirty look as he watches me pour a drink. “Yeah . . . or maybe it’s just you she doesn’t want to be around.”
“F*ck off, Cale. I’m not in the mood today.”
“Yeah, well nothing new there.”
Slamming back my drink, I set the empty glass down on the bar and take a step closer to Cale so we’re face to face. I want to see him when he says it. “What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?”
Looking away from me, he sighs and takes a step back. “You know what I mean. You’re just not the same person you used to be. You’re my best friend, but seriously, you need to . . .” He huffs and grips the towel over his shoulder. “Never mind. I’ve got work to do.”
“Yeah. Me too. I have a lot of f*cking work to do.” I pour another drink and make my way over to one of the empty couches. Lucky for me, everyone seems to be in the back room with Hemy so I can get a few minutes to myself.
I set my drink down on the table next to me and lean forward with my head in my hands and my elbows resting on my knees. I just can’t get over the fact that I’m so pissed off at this f*cking woman. This morning my past consumed my thoughts and now the fact that this woman angers me like nothing else has taken over; has me completely worked up. The bad part is, the more she angers me the more I want to f*ck her and take it out on her.
I f*cking disgust her? Nah, f*ck that.
I reach for my glass and tilt it back. I need to get my mind somewhere else. The liquor won’t do anything but numb it, but numbing is what I’m used to. It’s what keeps me going. My cock starts to harden at the thought of a needed release. Right on schedule.
“What’s up, dick.”
I tilt my head up at the sound of Hemy’s voice. He looks down at me and holds out a bottle of Whiskey. I can’t help but to laugh a bit when I notice he’s standing there wearing nothing but an American flag wrapped around his waist. He has claw marks all over his skin from the women grabbing at him. He loves it just as much as I do. He’s a dirty mother f*cker; like me. “What’s up, man?”
“Not shit. You look like you need another one of these.” He pours my glass back up to the top and leans against the arm of the couch. “You here to help me work the ladies tonight or what? It’s a small crowd. A private party.”
I look up at the small group of women that have started rounding up in the back room. Most of them look slutty and willing. I’m sure the thought of me f*cking them doesn’t disgust them. Most of them will probably be begging. How the f*ck can I pass that up?
“Yeah.” I take a gulp of my drink and watch as a few of the ladies wave over at us. “Why not. I have nothing better to do.”
Hemy slaps my shoulder and stands up. “Finish that shit up and get your ass over there then. There’s a certain someone that is asking for you.” He starts backing away. “She has huge tits and a big f*cking appetite. I’m pretty sure that’s your type.”
I can definitely deal with that. There’s no shame in having a huge sexual appetite. I need a woman that can handle me. I like to f*ck and I like to f*ck dirty. The fact they get the ultimate pleasure in return is just the icing on the cake. If my cock is what does the trick, then why the f*ck should I stop? It’s not my fault I’m so good with it.
Taking a few more minutes to myself, I finish my drink and prep my brain by entering into f*ck mode. It’s what keeps my mind from going places it shouldn’t while my cock is in charge. I stand and make my way over to the back room, ready to get out of my head.
Hemy has a group of women, groping his ass, legs and chest, while a few of the other women are waving money around and screaming. This is what we’re used to; what we live for.
My eyes scan the room of women, until they fall on the one I’m looking for; the brunette from the other night. She’s standing across the room in a tiny white dress that is hugging her every curve. She’s by far the most attractive woman here and the perfect distraction.
Stepping up behind her, I brush her hair behind her shoulder and whisper, “I’m here. Now what the f*ck are you going to do with me?”
She turns around in my arms and bites her bottom lip when she notices I’m shirtless; less clothes for her to take off. Her eyes look hungry. “I have a few things in mind.” Her eyes rake down my chest and I can tell she’s been wanting me for a while. Most women do.
“You want my cock?” I run her hands down my chest and abs until it lands on my erection; always ready when I need it to be. “I’ll let you have it under one condition. There are no exceptions.” I wait for her to look me in the eyes to be sure she understands me. “It’s yours for one night and one night only. No bullshit after. Enjoy it and move on. I need to get off and I’m pretty damn sure you do too. Are we clear?”
She lets out a soft moan and nods as her hand gropes my thick cock, moving up and down over my slightly damp jeans. The look in her eyes is pleading for me to take her right here in front of everyone. She’s about to tackle me right now and ride me right here in the open. F*ck yeah, it’s a huge turn on.
“Even better,” she whispers. “I just want one taste. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.” She strokes my cock through my pants. “A very long time.”
Seeing that Hemy has the room handled, I pick the leggy brunette up and walk forward until her back is against the back wall and we have a little privacy. She moans as I slide my hand up her dress and rub my thumb over her lacy thong, teasing her through the thin fabric. “Well, it’s worth the f*cking wait. Trust me.” Wrapping her hair around my hand, I pull her head back, exposing her neck to my mouth and graze it with my teeth as I shove my finger into her entrance. It’s so f*cking wet that I can feel it dripping down my hand. “You like that, huh?”
She moans next to my ear before biting my earlobe and tugging it with her teeth. “Oh yes. I love it, Slade. Don’t stop.”
I move my finger in and out, slowly at first before going faster and deeper. Her legs tighten around my waist as she moans out and starts breathing heavily. “This isn’t shit. Just wait until I shove my thick, hard cock in there.” I bring my lips up to meet her ear. “You’re going to be screaming. You like to scream?”
“Mmhmm.” Grabbing my face, she attempts to pull me in for a kiss, but I turn my head out of her reach. “Come on, baby. You’re not even going to kiss me? I want to taste those lips.” She leans in again and I lightly pull on her hair, stopping her an inch from my face.
“No kissing.” I freeze as I hold her up against the wall angry with myself. I still have the taste of Aspen on my lips and I’m being a greedy f*cking bastard. I don’t want to share her taste with anyone.
What. The. F*ck.
“You know what. Never mind.” I release her thighs and she slides down my body, landing hard on her feet. “I’ll take care of myself. I’m pretty f*cking good at it.”
She gives me a stunned look before fixing her dress and combing the knots out of her hair. “Are you f*cking serious?”
“Yeah. I’m f*cking serious.” I push away from the wall and head for the door. When I look over at Hemy, he’s standing there with his f*cking hard dick swinging everywhere. We don’t usually get fully nude, but on occasion if no one else is paying much attention, we end up baring it all. He does it the most. He has the bad ass biker look down so when women see him stripping, they go crazy over it. Shit, one of the girls is practically sucking his dick right now. They seem to love the hard steel of his piercings almost as much as his dick itself.
Heading back over to the bar, I take a seat in front of Cale and grip the bar. I really need to get my shit together. “Three shots of Jack,” I say stiffly. “Actually, make it four.”
Cale reaches for the shot glasses and lines them up in front of me. “I’m guessing I’ll be giving you a ride home.”
“Yeah. Your guess is f*cking right.”
Yeah, and as soon as I get home, I’ll be taking a f*cking shower to wash this day away.
“So what is Aspen doing then? She didn’t want to come hang out here?” He looks up from pouring the shots. “She doesn’t get pissed off easily. It must be a Slade thing.”
Not really caring to hear what he has to say, I grab the first shot and slam it back before wiping my mouth off with my arm. “How do you know this chick anyways? She’s not even from around here.”
Now it looks like he’s battling a demon of his own. I know that look well. I wear it with pride. “I was best friends with her sister, Riley, growing up. Riley Raines. They used to live here back when we were all kids.”
Okay. I’ve heard him mention that name before. I can’t remember for shit why, though. There must be something about these sisters that make a man go f*cking nuts.
Aspen f*cking Raines. What a sexy name.