Page 128 of Don't Make Me Beg
I had no intentions of turning Judge Sinclair into the police today. I was hoping to at least get through the festival first. But I guess fate had other plans.
Turns out, they were already onto him, and the evidence I provided from L.O.K.I.’s investigation was all they needed to kick off a criminal investigation.
I can’t be sure, but based on my findings, I think he and Jimmy both are going to have quite the adjustment to life on the inside.
Despite how it ended, I don’t have any complaints about how smoothly things went today. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think I’ll be volunteering to head things up again any time soon, but it felt good to give back and see the impact all our hard work made.
“What are you thinking about?” Scout asks, peeking up at me.
“I was just thinking about graduation night.” I study her expression. “What made you so upset? I never got the chance to ask you the first time.”
She traces her fingertips over my bruised cheek. “That night, after graduation, my parents and I had a huge fight about you. They told me that they wanted better for me, that you were trouble and girls like me didn’t belong with boys like you. That you and I were on two different paths in life, and I needed to let you go before you pulled me down with you.”
I furrow my brow, sitting up on my elbows. “Why didn’t you tell me? I wouldn’t have cared. I always knew your parents hated me.”
“It wasn’t fair. I couldn’t believe that they could so easily write someone off as good or bad, especially after how good ofa friend you’d always been to me.” She bites her lip. “I tried to explain that we were just friends, that they didn’t have anything to worry about. But they were convinced it was only a matter of time before it’d turn into something more. That I’d be knocked up before the end of my first semester and I’d be ruined for the rest of my life.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s pretty dramatic.”
“I know. My purity was such a weird thing for them to be obsessed with. It was one more way I had to be perfect for them.” She shakes her head. “Anyway, I was so angry. I just wanted to do something rebellious for once. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn’t have to always be the good girl.”
“You always have to be?” I supply, biting my lip to hold back my snicker.
She blinks. “I’m sorry, did you just make a Frozen reference?!”
“Uh… I’m pretty sure you did, Elsa.”
“You’re so mean. I was pouring my heart out to you.” She tries to push off me, but I grab her arms and hold her in place.
“I’m just teasing you, baby. Just let it go.”
She smacks me on the chest and we both fall out laughing.
I slide my hands beneath her robe, which is now barely hanging off her shoulders.
Her cheeks burn pink, and she smiles shyly, but she doesn’t stop the robe from falling off her shoulder.
The little minx may still pretend to be shy, but she’s come out of her shell. She fucking loves playing innocent, but we both know it’s all an act. She doesn’t want me to be gentle. She wants to be possessed.
She wiggles her ass against me, and I let out a groan as I drink in her gorgeous curves, the slight swell of her breasts, her toned stomach, her soft thigh that hangs over the side. Her eyes flicker with heat as she wets her swollen lips.
I tug the tie, making the robe drop to the floor, and my hands roam over her silky smooth skin, needing to touch her everywhere.
I suck in a hiss. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that, baby?” I don’t wait for her to respond before taking her hard pink nipple into my mouth. I circle the hard bud with my tongue, worshipping her body.
“Mmm.” She tilts her head back, opening herself to me, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips.
She loops her arms over the back of my neck, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arches her breasts toward my face.
I lick and kiss my way up her chest and neck, taking her mouth in mine. I kiss her. Her lips are eager and starving as she rocks her hips and grinds over my hard cock.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to lose my mind if you keep grinding your pussy on me like that,” I warn.
I feel Scout’s smile through our kisses, and I tighten my grip on her hips to still her.
She pulls away, wearing a mischievous smirk. “What if that’s what I want?”
She tosses her robe to the floor, her naked body on full display as she reaches behind her and ties her wet hair into a low ponytail.
