Page 41 of Beg Me

“You know my fingers don’t work the stupid buttons well. Duke, Jess, and Ven were watching. They checked in this morning and said nothing happened all night,” he finishes and smacks his lips.

“Stop smacking your lips in my ear, you weird old man,” I joke. “Okay, I’ll call them and see if they heard anything funky or anything like that. Thanks. Bye.” I hang up and text the three while walking over to Jayce. “Hey, they all said they saw nothing, did you check the camera?” I ask him. His shoulders slump as he sighs.

“Yes, I did and nothing. I see the club members watching, they did a great job all night. But fuck this guy is a gods damned ghost or something. I have no clue how he’s getting close to us.” Jayce says. Worry washes over him, flooding his expression. He’s so stressed about this.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.” I comfort him by putting my arm around his shoulders.

He sits on the barstool at the counter and slumps his elbows on the table. His fingers tangle in his short hair.

“I just want to keep her safe, man. I justneedto keep her safe.” He practically pleads with the universe.

“We will. We’ll keep her safe and we’ll figure this out.”

She walks out of the shower, her towel wrapped around her body.

“I want to go to the bar tonight.” She stands in front of the TV where Jayce and I are currently playing Call of Duty. We both look around her.

“Okay, demon. Whatever you want, baby.” I say as a guy shoots me in the fucking head. “Gods dammit! Where were you Jayce?” I shout at him. He glares at me.

“Go fuck yourself, dude. That fucking hacking ass piece of shit knows where we are. Fucking wall hacker,” Jayce shouts back.

She rolls her eyes and walks back to the bedroom to get ready, I assume.

She bounces out of the bedroom. Jayce and I are still playing Call of Duty, but we stop and look over at her. Our jaws drop at the same time.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going like that?” I stand up dropping the controller on the couch and ask. She giggles and spins.

“You like?” She holds her hands up and runs them down her body to her hips.

My mouth waters at the sight.

“She told us earlier she wanted to go to the bar tonight,” Jayce says turning off the game and standing up, kissing her cheek as he walks past her over to the bedroom where his clothes are.

“I’m not taking her anywhere with her dressed like that!” I run my hands, pointing up and down her body. She smiles, Jayce just shakes his head and laughs.

“You’ll learn dude, you’ll learn.” Jayce changes his pants and shirt and walks into the kitchen. “Ready when you two are.”

I huff and get ready. Walking back to her, I put one of my flannels around her waist. She pouts but then realizes I gave her a worn flannel and she pulls the collars up to her face taking a big breath in.

“Don’t worry, little demon. You can still see most of your ass and your tits with it on. It’ll just keep me from killing every person in the fucking bar tonight.” I kiss her forehead. “That wouldn’t solve any of our problems. But it would make me feel better, so keep this on please.” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at me.

“Fucking caveman. I look hot!” She gestures down at herself.

“Yes baby girl, that’s the problem. Someone is going to get their fucking arms broken in half when they try to touch you, and we have enough problems right now.” She pouts again, sticking out her lower lip.

“Fuck it. Wear what you want. I’ll break anyone’s skull that tries to touch you. You understand?” I grip her chin making her meet my eyes and she nods.

“Good girl. Let’s go.” She takes the flannel off and tosses it at me, I throw it on the bed and smack her ass following behind her.

Her ass sways with her tiny booty shorts. The ripped fishnets wrap around her legs making me jealous of threads in a way I have never been before. Her crop top plunges between her breasts, and the word “BRAT” in bright pink letters shows off her nipple rings perfectly. I look back at her and lick my lips before spinning back around. Jayce follows behind us and locks the door.

Chapter 23

Olive

Iwalk into the bar and hear the hoots and hollers from the normal rowdy crowd in the corner. It’s a Friday night so this place is poppin’.

I walk behind the bar, and Janice’s eyes light up. She runs toward me, wrapping me in a big hug. Her hand finds my neck as she pulls my face into her kissing me. When she pulls back, I’m left standing there stunned.

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