Page 19 of Beg Me

“My turn,” Gabe says with a giant smile on his face. “Never have I ever…Hmmm, this is hard.”

“That’s what she said,” the quiet one says and chuckles.

“I sure hope she says that,” the scary one says, looking at me with a smirk.

“Never had I ever,” Gabe starts again louder, to talk over them, giving them a dirty look. “Fucked on a motocross track.”

I take a shot, the scary one, Gabe, and Josh take a drink of their beer. Coughing a bit I cover my mouth but start to speak. “Woah, out in public?” They all look at me and chuckle under their breath.

“Jimmy, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked anyone on the track. It’s good luck. Maybe that’s why you keep losing.” He elbows him playfully.

“Never had a chance to. I’m hoping to change that soon.” He looks at me with what I’m hoping is a cute smirk, and not something creepy like it seemed to be for a split second.

“I’m starting to feel extra drunk boys. Where were those snacks you were talking about?” I hiccup and lean back in my chair.

“You heard the lady, toss the snacks,” Gabe says to Josh. He grabs the bag next to him and tosses it at me, opening it I pull out a zingers, and a bag of BBQ chips.

“Oh my gosh, this looks so yummmyyy,” slurring a bit, as I open the snacks and begin stuffing my face.

“Thank you for the snacks and drinks boys, I think it is time for me to turn in,” I say as I stand up.

“Woah woah woah. Where are you going, beautiful?” The scary one says as he stands up quickly and grabs my shoulders as if to push me back into my seat. Holding my ground instead of sitting back down, I look into his beautiful eyes.

“Yeah, baby. You can’t leave, we were just getting to the fun stuff. Let’s play truth or dare,” Jimmy says behind the scary guy.

“Blake, sit down. Give her some space,” Gabe says.

“Yeah doll, sit back down. Hang out with us, you know you want toooo” he draws out the words trying to playfully tempt me.

Feeling incredibly uncomfortable, I sit back down in my seat and cross my arms over my chest.

Chapter 9

Jayce

Flying down the highway, I notice the speed I’m going, 115 fuck. I’m going to go to jail, but it’s worth it. I can’t believe this is happening, the love of my life is in danger again, and I’m out of town, again. I’m supposed to be protecting her, but I keep managing to fuck it up time and time again. If she is hurt, I will never forgive myself.

“Just hold on, Olive. I’m coming,” I whisper.

Maybe if I put it out in the universe, I can speak it into happening, or whatever the fuck Olive says all the time. Manifesting, that’s the word, I will manifest her being safe.

Fuck. I don’t believe in that shit. I push the pedal down harder. I know I can make this car go faster. My phone starts to buzz.

“John?” I answer the phone, confused.

I don’t understand why John would be calling me so late. I haven’t talked to him since he graduated from the police academy. He went the state trooper route, I just couldn’t get behind being in school, away from Olive for an additional six weeks to get that position.

“You are so fucking lucky I recognize that nice ass car of yours, or I would be starting a high-speed pursuit right now. What the fuck do you think you are doing going 119 down my highway?”

Fuck…This can ruin my chance at teaching for the academy with the new federally funded opportunities. I may be fucked.

“Your highway now? Congrats man, glad you are enjoying the new job.”

I genuinely congratulate him, getting your own beat and it being highway after only being on the job for a short time is a big deal in this area, it’s honestly impressive.

“Stop changing the subject, or I am pulling your ass over,” he snarls, fuck he is mad.

“I’m sorry man, my girl has a stalker and he has been getting worse lately. I guess he just showed up at her place and is banging on the door. She is terrified, I have to get to her. If you want to pull me over, I will gladly let you arrest me, after I get to her house and make sure she is safe. You will have no luck trying to stop me before that.” I say matter of factly.

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