Page 17 of Good Girls Beg

I flopped down beside her and pulled one of the spoons out of the ice cream.

She stared at me while I dug in for a scoop.

The spoon halfway to my mouth, I stared back. "What?"

“Okay, what is it?" she asked. "You have that look on your face."

I placed a hand against my cheek. "I do not."

"You absolutely do," she insisted. "Did you have a conversation with what’s-their-name? Hel6913?"

I wasn't sure how much I should tell her, but given they hadn't told me much, I guessed I could be forthcoming about the interaction. What would they do? Back out? They hadn't committed to anything at this point anyway.

"Him and his friends," I said finally. "I don't know what his name is." I told her about the conversation, including the part where Blondie was sitting beside him.

She stared at me. "For real? The guy you hooked up with at Vertical is in on trying to save Loams? That's fucking wild." She shoveled a big scoop of ice cream and managed to fit all of it past her lips. Impressive, but nothing came between Lyra and ice cream.

“I didn’t hook up with him, but yeah it’s just a little wild," I agreed. "I can't help wondering if it's some kind of set up." I frowned as I thought. "I didn't get the impression Blondie had any idea who I was. It could be coincidence."

She mulled that over before shrugging one shoulder and scooping out more ice cream. "Are you going to meet with them?"

"I don't know," I said with a sigh before I popped my first spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. "I feel like I owe it to my dads to turn up and hear what they have to say. The worst that can happen is I'll say no to whatever they have to propose, right?”

I had to remember I still held some power here. Nothing was set in stone. I could walk away anytime. A small voice in the back of my head reminded me how badly I needed this. How badly my dads needed this. Still, I couldn't bet everything on this one opportunity that may never happen.

"I can come with you if you want," Lyra offered. "Moral support and all that."

"I have a feeling they'd prefer if I came alone," I said. "I'll be okay," I added quickly. “It's a very public place. They won't be able to try anything."

"Not even Blondie," she said teasingly.

I didn't hate the idea of fucking him in a public park in broad daylight, but not one where children were nearby. A girl had to have some limits, right? I had to remind myself he'd given me the brush-off. I should be pissed off at him, or at least cautious.

On the other hand, I wasn't looking for a relationship, so I'd keep my mind open. If he proved to be the asshole I'd caught a glimpse of, maybe I'd fuck him anyway, just for fun. Life was too short not to take orgasms when the opportunity arose.

"You're thinking about his cock, aren't you?" Lyra asked.

“From what I could tell, he had an impressive cock," I said with a nod. I leaned forward and snagged the wine bottle before taking a gulp straight from it. "What are we watching?"

She picked up the remote and started to flick through options. "Right now, your sex life is more entertaining than most of these," she complained. She stopped on some hockey romance show everyone was talking about, but neither of us got around to watching yet.

She glanced at me, questioning look in her eyes.

I nodded and sat back as she pressed play, remembering that guy from college this morning. What did he say? Something about a six-foot-four hockey player about to fuck another character's brains out. That was what I needed right now. An escape into some good, honest smut. Something to help me forget that I got myself off after talking to him.

Even though he was a massive prick, thinking about him made my pulse ratchet up. It was totally unfair how hot he was, and that he was an asshole at the same time. Figured.

I exhaled softly and let myself get lost in the sex lives of other people. Which, in spite of what Lyra said, was entertaining enough for me.

For now.

Certainly a lot less complicated to watch than it was to live.

After a while, my mind wandered to the three masked men I'd seen on my screen. Who were they really? Why did they want to help me and my dads? What could they want in return?

I had a few ideas, but one by one, I dismissed them. Most of them were like something straight out of a romance book or TV show. People didn't do stuff like that in real life, did they?

I shouldn’t be, but I was a tiny bit excited to meet them and see what they had to say. What could they suggest that I’d say no to?