Page 34 of Beg Me

Zander doesn’t knock, he just walks in. Helmet on looking around the room until he spots me. For some reason that makes me extremely happy. I love that he already feels comfy here. Like, he wants to be here.

He wants to be with us.

I think? Maybe?

Hopefully?

Do I want him here? Fuck I need to figure this out.

He walks up to me and wraps his arms around me. His smell saturates my body, invading my senses. It’s so comforting. Not even going to lie, it also makes me horny as fuck.

I stay in his arms way longer than a normal hug should last.Just standing there smelling him. Feeling him. His body against mine is what I want 24/7. It’s addicting.

I let go and he pulls his helmet off.

I practically fall to my knees with my mouth open when his helmet is on, so I definitely needed him to take that thing off if I wanted to keep my composure and have an actual conversation.

He smirks at me with his helmet in his hand.

“Hey, little demon. How are you?”

I smile at him. “I’m good. Hey, where did ‘little demon’ come from by the way? It’s so familiar.”

He pulls his backpack off and sets it down next to the couch.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smirks.

I furrow my eyebrows at him. “Tell me and I’ll show you titties.” I grin. Desire flares in his eyes as he looks from my face to my tits, and back again.

“Fucking deal,” he says as he grabs my shirt.

I push his hands off. “Woah, woah, woah, down boy! You first. Tell me where it came from.” He chuckles.

“Nah, you will probably get mad at me and take your end of the deal back. Show me titties first.” He sits down at one of the kitchen counter bar stools. One of his legs still resting on the floor, his other propped up on the chair.

I push my bottom lip out and give him the best puppy dog eyes. “I would never.”

He laughs at me, leaning over on the counter. Not sure it was that funny, but whatever.

I grip the bottom of my shirt and pull it up, his head turns back to me, then forward again, and then it snaps back to me. As if he is just now seeing what he thought he saw at first but didn’t register in his mind fast enough. I laugh.

“Now, pay up. Tell me,” I demand, pulling my shirt back down.

“I’m not sure what the deal was, but make more of them. I love walking into the room to titties.” Jayce walks up from the side of me and kisses my cheek, before his hand reaches under my shirt and pinches a nipplethen he massages my breasts. I moan and he lets go.

“I told her I would tell her where ‘little demon’ came from,” Zander tells him, turning back to face the kitchen where Jayce now is.

“Ahh, gotcha.” Jayce smiles at me.

“How do you know?” I clamor. Annoyed that he knows and I don’t.

“Woah, grumpy. I know because he told us the other night when we were all drinking. Not my fault you don’t remember.”

He holds his hands up in a ‘don’t shoot’ gesture. I glare at him and Zander.

“Tell. Me. Now.” I try to act tough, these guys know I am a big softy when it comes to them. I really am too nice to them.

Zander laughs. “Come here, I’ll tell you.” He pats his lap and I walk over to him, straddling his leg, he wraps his arms around me.

---