Make You Beg Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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He spots me first. The pen he was chewing on falls out of his mouth, and the remote bounces onto the floor. His brown eyes widen for the briefest second before he licks his lips.

Law sits next to him, looking down while texting on his phone. He has that I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. He does what he wants, whenever he wants. He’s never seemed interested in anything other than football and girls. Multiple ones. He always has one lined up. “Hey, Noelle just messaged me. We going to that party tonight?” he asks, typing away.

“No.” I hear Scout answer, but I don’t see him. He must be bent down behind the bar at the back of the room, getting something out of the liquor cabinet. They come over here and go through my father’s shit all the time.

We’ve been doing it for about a year now. The first time I ever got drunk with them, we were thirteen, and my father was away on business. All five of us shared a bottle of gin and were sick for days. Thankfully, we can handle more now. And it doesn’t hurt that the guys are twice the size they were then. All they do is work out, play ball, and party. I don’t play any sports. They’ve never been my thing.

“Oh, we’re going,” Dax mumbles and slaps Law on the chest.

“What the fuck, man?” he snaps, looking up, and he sees me. His blue eyes start at my heels, run up my fishnet tights and the black spandex booty shorts before he gets to my black lace-up corset. When his eyes make it to my tits, he swallows hard. “Yeah.” He nods to himself. “We’re going.” Licking his lips, he drops his eyes to my thighs again. It’s easy to see how he keeps the girls lined up. He could treat them like shit, and they would continue to crawl back.

“No, we’re not.” I hear Scout growl right before he pops up from where I knew he was behind the bar.

I’ve had the biggest crush on Ryan Scout for as long as I can remember. His dark green eyes, dark hair, and tan skin make him mouthwateringly gorgeous. And his smile. Fuck, he could melt a woman’s panties off. Every girl wants him, but he doesn’t fuck around. Not that I know of anyway. I’d be crushed if I found out he was with someone other than me.

He spots me, and his green eyes narrow. A muscle jumps in his sharp jaw. “What the fuck are you wearing, Henley?” he demands.

I place my hands on my hips. “Don’t like?” I bite my bottom lip, pushing my hip out.

Law tries covering a laugh with a cough.

Dax shuffles in his seat and nods his head. His eyes on my legs. “I like.”

Scout storms around the bar and points at the hallway. “Get your ass upstairs and take that shit off.”

Jealous much? “Hmm … nah.”

“Henley,” he growls.

Maybe it’s the fact that I find him more attractive when he’s angry, or maybe it’s my father’s bottle of Patrón I sipped on while getting ready, but I find myself walking over to the couch.

Dax sits up straighter, and I fall onto his lap, straddling him.

“Let’s play,” Law suggests, rubbing his hands together.

“I wanna go to the party.” I pout at Dax. Grabbing his hands, I place them on my waist. He stiffens, but he’s not gonna shove me off. No, he allows his dick to control him too much, and right now, I feel how hard that fucker is inside his jeans. I lean forward, smashing my tits to his chest, and whisper, “I need a ride.” Then I pull his earlobe into my mouth, sucking on the diamond stud. His hands squeeze my waist before moving to my hips.

“Damn.” I hear Rellik’s voice as he finally enters the room. “Who forgot to inform me we were having a party? Hope I have enough condoms,” he jokes as the leather creaks from him plopping down in the recliner.

Tossing my hair to the side, I look over my shoulder at Rellik throwing back a beer. He spits it out when his ocean blue eyes meet mine. “Henley?” His wide eyes shoot over to Scout, who stands behind the couch.

I roll my eyes and crawl off Dax. He doesn’t keep me on his lap, but his fingers glide down over my ass as I stand. “Never mind. I’ll find a ride.”

I exit the den, and my heels clap on the floor as I walk down the hallway. A hand grips my upper arm, and I’m yanked back before I’m slammed into a wall. Scout’s green eyes drill into mine. “You’re not fucking going anywhere dressed like a whore.”

I’d be pissed if I wasn’t drunk, but the liquor makes me frisky. “Want me to be your whore, Scout?” I reach out and grab his crotch, wrapping my hand around his hard-on over his jeans.



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