Make You Beg

He jumps back, grips my wrists, and restrains them above my head. He leans down, our faces nose to nose. I can practically see the steam billowing from his ears. “Henley.” My name is a growl. A promise that if I keep pushing, I may not be leaving this house.

“Wanna fuck me, Scout?” Leaning forward, I run my tongue along his bottom lip. “Then get it over with and fuck me.”

His eyes fall to my tits. His lips are parted, and he’s panting. He’s almost there. I’ve been trying to get in bed with him for so long. I want him, and he wants me, so why is he making us wait?

He takes a step back, and my arms drop to my side, slapping my fishnet thighs. Reaching up, he runs his thumb across his lips before he gives me a smile. It unsettles me. He’s like a switch, turning his emotions on and off at any given time. “Have fun playing the role of the slut, Henley.” He lowers his voice. “We both know under that whore-ish outfit, you’re nothing but an innocent virgin who wouldn’t know how to use a dick if it was offered to you.” Then he turns and leaves me leaning up against the wall.

I storm back into the living room. “Dax?” I snap.

“What?” He jumps to his feet. His sunglasses fall into his face, but he quickly shoves them back into place.

“Drive me to the fucking party,” I order.

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

I give him my back and smile. Well, at least he’s getting easier to control. We make our way out to his car, and I fall into the passenger seat. I watch him through the windshield as he rounds the hood. He’s mumbling to himself as he pats his pockets like he’s doing a mental check of his wallet, keys, and phone.

He gets in and shuts the door. I wait for him to start it up, but he doesn’t. Instead, we just sit here in the driveway. In silence.

I look over at him, and he’s staring at me. Well, my chest and legs. We both know under that whore-ish outfit, you’re nothing but an innocent virgin who wouldn’t know how to use a dick if it was offered to you. Scout’s words echo in my mind.

“What are we doing?” I growl.

“Waiting.” He clears his throat and starts up the car.

“For what?” I ask.

“The others.”

“They’re not coming,” I assure him.

“Oh, they are.”

I look over at the house and see Law and Rellik exiting. But no Scout.

Law comes over to Dax’s driver’s side window, and he rolls it down. “I’m going to drive Rellik and me.” Then he looks at me. “Sure you wanna do this?”

They all know that Scout and I have been going round and round. I’ve done everything short of getting naked and climbing him like a tree, and he hasn’t acted on it. He wants it just as much as I do, but for some reason, he refuses to take that step with me. “Yes. Let’s go.”

Law sighs and takes a step back from the car.

Dax peels out, and I look over at him. He’s got his signature shades on his face even though it’s nighttime. His hand is fisted on the steering wheel, making the veins in his arm pop. My eyes drop to his ripped jeans and he’s no longer hard, but I don’t think it’ll take much.

As we pass other cars, I lean back in the seat and close my eyes, preparing myself. I’m gonna fuck Dax tonight. I will lose my virginity. Because Scout was right. I’ve just been pretending to be the slut. I’m the good girl. Well, not anymore. And I’m going to do it just to piss Scout off.

The memory of that night unsettles me, and the smirk on his face tells me that he knows it. I get up and storm off, exiting the cafeteria. I need to put some space between us to clear my mind.

“Are you alright?” I hear Lacey ask from behind me.

“Fine,” I lie, picking up my pace. I round a corner …

“Whoa. Where are you going so fast?” Scout asks, stepping in front of us.

We come to a halt, and she squeals in surprise.

His green eyes are on mine. “Tell her to go.”

My jaw sharpens. “Scout …”

He steps into me. His hard chest, brushing mine while he stares down his nose at me. “Tell her to go, or Monroe is going to remove her.”

He comes up behind us at the mention of his name. I always feel them like electric currents running through my veins in the worst possible way. It was a setup. Dax wanted to make me feel uncomfortable so I’d walk out of the cafeteria, right into Scout.

“I’ll meet up with you later,” I say, dismissing her from this situation. She gives him a go to hell look as she walks off down the hall. I don’t know the girl well enough to know if she can hold her own, so I won’t chance it. Especially knowing what they’re capable of.