Beg Me

By: Cassandra Dee



“Baby,” he ground out smoothly. “I’m not here to abduct you, trust me,” he said, his eyes darkening. “I just want to talk about yesterday and we need to do that in some privacy without your parents hearing. Come on, into my car,” he jerked his head towards the SUV again. “We won’t even drive, let’s just sit in the cab and be warm at least.”

And I stood, trembling, practically naked on our porch, weighing my options. On the one hand I could ignore him and slam the door on him, but I had a feeling he’d just pound loudly and wake my parents, he wasn’t giving up. So that was out. Or I could go with him and get in the car, and hopefully have a productive conversation about yesterday. Because yeah, I wanted to talk about it too, I wanted to figure out what the hell had happened, how in the world had I just bared my cunt to a forty year-old man, an alpha male more than twice my age?

So wrapping my arms around me tight, I nodded.

“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll go with you, but no sounds.”

And Chris nodded silently, agreeing. Slowly we crept over to the silver SUV and like a gentleman, he held the door open for me as I clambered into the passenger seat, trying to keep my nightshirt down as I got comfortable. God, why were these SUVs always so high up off the ground, you practically needed a footstool to get into one of these things.

But Chris just chuckled deeply in his throat, his eyes appreciative as he eyed the backs of my creamy thighs, the obscene length of leg exposed as I sat down.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, baby girl,” he remarked low in his throat before shutting the door behind me. And circling the car, he got into the driver’s seat, only to start up the ignition.

“Chris,” I said sharply, my eyes turning towards him again. “We said we were going to talk in the driveway.”

“I know,” he ground out even while pulling the car away from the house, “but I’m gonna go around the corner and park so we don’t alert your parents. Here, look,” he said as the SUV rolled to a stop. “We’ll stay right here.”

And my heart beating furiously, I nodded. My thighs were shaky, trembling a bit, and my insides were getting melty again in his presence. I couldn’t understand it. The big man had acted like a fucking caveman, driving to our house at 6 a.m., forcing me to come outside, and then forcing me to get into his car for crying out loud. It was so crazy, like he’d lost his mind.

But the thing was that I’d lost mine too. Because I was the one who hadn’t put a robe on, who didn’t grab a jacket before coming downstairs, who’d willingly got into the car on the flimsiest of excuses. And now that we were alone again, I found myself mesmerized by him, that big frame, the muscled arms, the strong thighs and long legs.

“Chris,” I breathed slowly, “what is this about?”

I turned to face him over the center console even as his hands gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. And slowly, he turned to look at me.

“Lindy,” he growled in reply. “I wanted to see you again.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him, my insides flushing.

“Really?” I murmured. “There are easier ways you know, you could have called instead of coming to my parents’ house at 6 a.m. on a Sunday.”

And he shook his head as if to clear it again before fixing me with a hot blue gaze.

“Oh I know what I’m doing,” he drawled. “I just wanted to make sure it got done right.”

Done right? What was he talking about? I shot him a curious glance and he chuckled deep in his throat in reply.

“You know, I hear college is really expensive these days,” he drawled, nonchalant. “You making your parents’ proud? Doing well at school?”

And I colored then because the truth was, college wasn’t going well. I’ve always studied hard, always been a good student, but unfortunately, I wasn’t that good, not in high school and not now. I dunno, maybe I have dyslexia or something but I’m more of a B+/A- student so I wasn’t able to get a very big scholarship, more just pocket money. As a result, my parents were forking over a sizeable chunk this year, and things weren’t looking up for the next three either based on my freshman grades.

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