Page 18 of Beg Me

“Come on, we have good drinks and snacks.”

My belly growls at the mention of snacks, I already know if I want to eat I will have to make the food myself. We’re an ‘ingredient household’ so I have to make everything. Fuckkkk, I’m too tired for that.

Defeated by snacks, I turn and walk over to them. Four guys sit around the fire in their PJs. The mixture of grey sweats, black shorts, and no shirts has me trying to keep my tongue in my mouth.

“Hey beautiful, what are you doing over there? We saw your parents leave this afternoon, figured we were on our own out here tonight,” the oldest-looking one of the bunch asks while motioning to the chair right next to him for me to sit down.

Gods, he is fucking hot. Snap out of it!

“Ooh, I just turned eighteen last week, so for my birthday my parents started letting me have some freedom. I get the trailer at the track to myself this weekend.”

Why am I telling these strangers I’m alone? Holy shit am I still drunk? I wobble as I sit down. Yup, still drunk.

Looking over, one of the guys is staring at me intently, like he wants to rip me to shreds or something. What the fuck did I do to him?

“That sounds like a great birthday present, do you ride?” He turns toward me in his chair and smiles, his eyes are so dark and sexy.

“Yeah, I do. Yamaha 250, but I just hang out on the mid-track,” I say blushing. These guys are probably fucking pros.

“Here, have a drink.” He hands me a beer. I haven’t ever had a beer, this should be fun.

“Thanks.” I take it.

“Wait,” the cute one with the curly hair says. “You should shotgun it unless you like the taste of beer.” I

Have seen that so many times, it will definitely make it quicker.

“Ya let’s do it. Beer is not my favorite taste,” I giggle a nervous laugh.

He chucks a closed pocket knife at me. They can’t be that bad if they are literally giving me a weapon right? Feeling a bit safer, I tie my hair up behind my head.

“Holy shit, Gabe. You got the good girl to do it.”

He tosses the guy who must be Gabe a ten-dollar bill he grabs out of his pocket. Catching it, Gabe looks at me and smiles, gesturing with his hand to continue. I lean over, stab the bottom of the can, and pop it open. The cold liquid floods down my throat, I start to choke on it, but quickly catch my bearings and down the whole can.

Three of the four men stand up, high-five me, and hug me. The dark scary guy next to Gabe smirks at me.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, bambi. Good job.” I can feel my entire body turn red under his gaze.

“Thanks, I’ve never done that.” I pull my hair out of the ponytail and fluff it with my hand a bit.

“Let’s play a game. I’m bored as fuck, and now we have better company,” the curly-haired cutie says.

Gabe looks annoyed. “What game, Josh? Why can’t we just relax for a bit?”

“We have been doing that for hours. Let’s play Never Have I Ever. If you have done it, you take a swig of beer, if you haven’t you take a shot.” He looks so proud of himself.

“What the fuck? Why would we take a shot if we haven’t done it?” The scary one asks.

“The shot might make you more fun so you start doing the thing you have clearly missed out on.” He shrugs like we should already know that.

“Makes sense to me,” all four of them look at me completely surprised, as if they expected me to back out. I’m enjoying this time away from my parents dammit, I’m having fun tonight.

After the drinks have all been poured and rock, paper scissors have been played to see who goes first, Gabe starts. “I’m not starting off lame. I’m getting the ball rolling,” he says. “Never have I ever been fucked in the ass.”

They all take a shot and look at me expectantly, I follow their lead and take a shot.

“Saw that coming, perv,” Josh chuckles at Gabe.

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