Make You Beg

“What do you want?” I cross my arms, refusing to back down. This is what I wanted. I need to get close to them, no matter what I must do.

“To talk.”

Bullshit! “I’m busy.” I step to the right to get around him, but he reaches out, slamming his hand on a locker to block my path once again. “Scout,” I growl, quickly looking around to see it’s just the three of us. Where are Rellik and Law?

“Why did you try to make us jealous?” Scout asks, tilting his head to the side.

My heart thumps in my chest as I drop my eyes to stare at his shirt, unable to meet the accusations in his. “Hooking up with Datson had nothing to do with any of you.” I hope he believes the lie, but I was always easy to read. Plus, almost fucking the guy in Law’s house was a dead giveaway. I didn’t think it through. I just wanted to act. I needed their attention. And fuck, did I get it.

I move to walk around him, but he steps to the side, blocking my retreat again, and his hands land on my waist. “Don’t touch me,” I snap, stepping back, but I hit Dax.

I stiffen when Scout leans down and whispers in my ear, “You have three seconds.”

My eyes narrow up at him, but the scent of his cologne suffocates me in the worst way, flooding my mind with thoughts of when things were right, and I knew he loved me. Back when I would wear his clothes just to smell like him. Or spray my pillow so his scent would linger when he wasn’t there.

“One …”

He’s seriously going to count? The fuck? “Who I choose to fuck is none of your—”

“Two …”

I clamp my mouth shut, making sure he understands that I’m not going to tell him shit.

“Three.” Scout smiles down at me as he straightens to his full height of six-foot-two. “You picked the wrong shirt today, Henley.”

I glance at my plain white T-shirt, wondering if I dropped ketchup on it when I’m picked up from behind. I scream out in surprise as Dax’s arm wraps around my waist. His free hand clamps over my mouth, and he begins to drag me back down the hallway. I fight him, kicking my feet, but Scout picks my ankles up. My arms can’t reach him, and I can’t get a hold of Dax. I try to twist out of their hold, but it doesn’t work.

Dax walks through the double doors to the gym, and I start to panic when I see where they’re taking me. One of the mens’ locker rooms. Scout kicks it open, and they walk me past the rows of lockers and over to the showers. One is already running. I try to shake my head, but Dax’s hand is still over my mouth, his fingers digging into my cheeks. They toss me into the running shower, and I fall onto my side. The freezing cold water hits me, and I scream as it soaks my clothes, hair, and body. I scramble to the corner where the sprayer doesn’t reach and grab my shoulder that I landed on.

The guys stand there, watching me—no smile on their faces or laughing. Just staring like I’m some kind of experiment as I shiver and pull my knees to my chest.

“Look how wet we made you, little doll,” Dax says, cracking a smile. “We have that effect on women.” His eyes drop to my chest. “Especially you. You remember, don’t you?”

Tears run down my face, and I’m thankful that I’m wet so they won’t be able to see them. They both crouch in front of the shower as Law enters the locker room and comes up behind them. He watches me with a careless look in his baby blue eyes and his hands tucked in the front pockets of his jeans.

“You’ve always wanted the four of us, haven’t you?” Dax goes on.

I shake uncontrollably, the cold water making my teeth chatter.

“You know the difference between three jokes and three dicks?” Dax asks in my silence.

I don’t answer.

He smirks. “You can’t take three jokes.”

I push myself further into the wall. The tile freezes my skin along with the puddle of water I’m sitting in. He stands and walks out with Law on his ass. Scout stays kneeling before me, just watching me as if he never was a friend at all.

I push myself up to my shaky legs. My eyes narrow, lips thinning. Wrapping my arms around my soaking stomach, I look down at him. “You’re no different than him,” I manage to say through clenched teeth. My soaked clothes hang off my bones, making me feel a hundred pounds heavier.

He stands to his full height, squaring his shoulders. “I never pretended to be anything other than who I am. You’re the one who hid behind a fake smile and a pretty face, Henley.” I shake my head at those words. “You were the one who tried to feed the town lies but will choke on them in the end.” He reaches over and picks up a duffel bag I hadn’t noticed before. He tosses it onto the floor right outside the shower. “Don’t say I never did anything for you.” With that, he turns and exits the locker room.