Slade (Walk Of Shame #1)

Chapter Three
Aspen


Kayla keeps nudging me to get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn porn.
A stripper? I shake my head and snort. A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?
The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white Tee he had on. Now, it’s off and . . . crap. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe. This is embarrassing.
Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calling me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; oh f*ck, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?
“Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self? Snap out of it.”
I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to him as I pretend to pay attention to her.
Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”
I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching Cale and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.
“I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and oh God, that ass.
His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.
Crap, my mind is in the gutter.
Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.
Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.
What the . . . why? Stop looking at me.
I tug on the collar of my white blouse and without meaning to I start fanning myself off. He smiles at this, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He’s doing this on purpose.
Cocky jerk.
Bending the girl over, he grips her hair in one hand and pulls her neck back while grinding his hips on her ass. His eyes bore into mine as he shakes himself out of his jeans and lets all of his sexiness consume us. Yes, he is damn sexy and he knows it. That just pisses me off more. His legs are thick and muscular; covered with random tattoos and every muscle in his body is well sculpted.
Now that he’s facing me it’s easy to see his defined chest and abs flexing as he moves with the music. The muscles leading down to his briefs are staring at me, flexing with each sway of his hips; calling out to be touched and licked. Mmm yes. I want a taste . . .
Holy hell, he’s in shape; like a fitness model. Plus, he has random tattoos inked across his chest, sides, lower stomach and arms as well. Hell, he has tattoos all over and it makes him even hotter. They glisten as the perspiration forms on his skin.
He’s staring at me, while practically f*cking this girl with his clothes on. Still, I’m standing there watching as if it were me.
What is wrong with me?
I feel myself start to sweat and get a tingling sensation between my thighs as he bites his bottom lip and starts thrusting hard and deep while his eyes devour me. Well, at least I imagine it would be really deep. I can’t deny that I bet it would feel so good.
He must notice me sweating because he laughs a little and steps away from the girl that is still bent over with her ass in the air. Ignoring all the girls screaming for him, he starts walking with meaning; unstoppable. With each step, he gets closer and closer to me.
My body is shaking just from his presence and my breathing picks up. I hate my body right now.
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*ck 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 a*shole 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 a*shole 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.