Styx (Walk Of Shame 2nd Generation #2) by Victoria Ashley

down to my feet, before turning off the water and walking out to bring me a towel.
    “I hope like hell that I get that night soon.”
    I smile and reach for the towel, wrapping it around me.
    When I step out of the shower stall, Kash is standing there naked, pulling his jeans up his legs.
    The same damn sight I got when I walked in on Styx, except Kash is facing me, his dick standing at attention.
    Swallowing, I quickly turn my head away, before I can spend too much time, admiring his insanely big dick and make this anymore awkward than it already is.
    Styx smiles as if he’s happy with how quick I was to turn away from Kash. Maybe he was expecting me to ogle over him like all the other women do.
    When I turn back around, Kash is buttoning his jeans with a confident smile. “Sorry about that. I caught the end of your little shower date. Damn, that sounded hot as fuck.”
    My face heats up with embarrassment when I realize just how loud I was moaning while Styx was finger fucking me, just fifteen feet away from where Kash was changing.
    The thought of someone possibly entering the locker room didn’t even occur to me. All I could think about was taking care of Styx.
    “Just hurry the fuck up, dick. You didn’t have to sit around and wait for the ending,” Styx snaps.
    Kash looks me over in my towel, showing his appreciation. I can’t deny that the way he looks at a woman heats you up in an instant. Those deep gray eyes do wonders. “No, but I wanted to.” He winks at me and then grabs his shirt, walking out of the room.
    Styx looks heated, his eyes watching the door as it closes behind him. “Let’s get dressed so I can follow you home. It’s late and I don’t want you out there alone.”
    I reach for my clothes and quickly get dressed, before walking over to him and grabbing his face. As soon as his eyes look down to meet mine, my mind is made up. “Maybe you can stay.”
    The look in his eyes tells me that it’s not a request that he usually even considers, but a part of him wants to right now.
    “Let’s go,” is all he says, as he grabs my hand and walks me past some of staff and outside.
    A group of women are waiting around the door, giggling and talking loudly about how hot each and every guy was tonight.
    I’m hoping like hell that they’re not waiting to suck Styx into their little group, because I honestly don’t know what I’d do if he left me to hang with them.
    I’ve had it happen to me in the past a few times, proving to me that the guy I was with really wasn’t who I thought or hoped he’d would be.
    Grabbing my hand, Styx speeds up, when one of the girls calls his name.
    The tall brunette doesn’t seem to want to give up. She calls his name a few more times, her friends joining in by whistling and yelling for him too.
    I feel my face heating up with jealousy and anger that these damn women won’t just give the hell up. Finally, I turn around and snap.
    “Don’t you see that he’s leaving with someone. Get some fucking class.”
    I can barely finish what I’m saying, before Styx yanks me to him and starts making out with me, while walking me backwards into my truck.
    “Get in and I’ll follow you home,” he says, between tugging on my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. “My motorcycle is across the lot.”
    I nod my head and jump inside my truck when he walks away. A few minutes later, he pulls up behind me and motions for me to drive.
    I feel like an idiot the whole ride home and I have to admit that I’m disappointed in myself for even thinking a man like Styx would ever want to spend the night.
    The only thing he made clear was that he was following me home. That was probably his way of letting me down gently.
    After I pull up at my house, Styx parks his motorcycle behind my truck, and gets off to meet me behind my vehicle.
    He’s silent the whole walk to the door of my house and surprises me when he walks inside behind me and locks the door.
    I don’t say a word as