crotch of his jeans.
He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”
I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”
He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.
Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a fucking child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.
I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.
Chapter Seven
Slade
I’ve never had a woman act as if me pleasing her disgusted her. This is a fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.
Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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; fucking 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 fucking 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.”
“Fuck 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 fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Looking
He turns away, takes a deep breath and reaches into his pocket. “Here’s the key. I’ll be back tonight.”
I reach for the key and swallow. For some reason I don’t want him to leave. Yeah, I wanted to get far away from him, but I wanted him to at least be in the house. “All right then,” I say aggravated. “And just so you know, that is never happening again. Got it? Stay as far away from me as you can. You got to me in a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”
He grips the handles, clenches his jaw and watches as I walk away. I don’t know why he even bothers waiting. I’m sure he’s ready to get as far away from me as I am him. That’s probably a good thing. The two of us being around each other is nothing but bad news. He’s no good for me.
Letting myself in the house, I go straight for Cale’s room and fall face first onto his bed. I’m so pissed at myself that I scream like a fucking child. I’m twenty three years old and I still have no control over my life. I need to stay far away from Slade before he makes everything more difficult.
I knew he was going to be trouble from the second I laid eyes on him at the club. I just knew it. Heck, even his name screams trouble. Slade Merrick. Enough said.
Chapter Seven
Slade
I’ve never had a woman act as if me pleasing her disgusted her. This is a fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking flowing, because I have a feeling that I will be here for a while.
Stay far away from her. Yeah, I’ll fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking 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; fucking 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 fucking 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.”
“Fuck 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 fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Looking
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