Page 9 of Good Girls Beg

TEDDIE

Blondie jumped back like he was on fire. Or I was.

He stepped away from me and faced his friends. I assumed that was what they were. They clearly knew each other.

Both men’s masks were similar to Blondie’s, but with shallower eye holes, allowing me to see their furious gazes.

The taller one was brown-eyed, with black hair and hands curled into fists. He looked from me to Blondie like he wanted to bore a hole right into his brain. Was he pissed off at Blondie for being alone with me? As far as I could tell, he wasn't angry at me, just…about me.

I supposed I could put it down to jealousy that he wasn't going to get laid himself. Which, of course, was his problem, not mine.

Also? I had the feeling I wasn't getting laid either.

"What do you pricks want?" Blondie crossed his arms over his chest, veins popping. Was he a body builder? That would explain why he watched what he ate and drank. Didn’t they have a tight dietary regime?

From this angle, I saw a scar winding its way across the back of his head, his hair lighter where it was. It disappeared under the collar of his shirt. How far down did it go? What happened to cause a scar like that?

"Making sure you're not making bad life choices." The last man sounded bored, rather than irritated. His brown hair was neatly cut, but long enough to suggest it would curl if he let it grow out. Veins also popped in his arms. I bet he had a muscular back too. Not as muscular as Blondie, but cut enough to dig nails down and leave marks.

"Have I ever made a bad life choice?" Blondie asked.

The brown-haired guy barked a laugh. "Only every day of your fucking life."

"He's exaggerating," Blondie told me.

"We should go inside," the black-haired man snapped.

"Maybe I'm not done here yet," Blondie suggested. He didn't sound like he was putting up much of a fight. If anything, he sounded relieved.

If he didn't want to be with me, why had he brought me out here? Was I nothing more than a potential bad life choice? That was fucked up. Not to mention rude. Was I perfect? Hell no, but I didn’t want to be a mistake.

"Looks like you're fucking done to me," the black-haired man retorted. His brown-eyed gaze swiveled toward Blondie.

I thought for a moment Blondie would tell him to fuck off, but instead he nodded. "We're through here." He didn’t even give me a glance before he strode off, his hands in his pockets.

“You good dude?" the brown-haired man asked, keeping stride with him, their backs firmly to me.

"Just… Getting some air," Blondie said with a shrug. "It's not a big deal. Don't get your panties in a twist."

The black-haired man glanced over his shoulder at me as I stood beside the car, wondering what the hell just happened. I half-expected to see a sneer in his eyes, but instead I saw something else, hunger. His gaze dropped to my thighs, as if he was imagining his knees between them, his cock pounding into my pussy. Shooting his release into my body before pulling back and watching it trickle back out.

Without looking back at my face, he turned and walked away.

Making sure my clothes were straight, while trying to regain some of my dignity, I went back inside.

Heat hit me again the moment I stepped through the door. Noise, movement and the stifling nightclub air, coupled with the smell of sweat and stale alcohol.

I couldn’t see any sign of the three men. Had they left, or were they hidden by the crowds? Not that I gave a shit. Pricks.

I stepped past the man with a devil mask and ignored the way his gaze followed me.

Not tonight, Satan. I’d had my share of being fucked around. Or actually, not being fucked around. I wasn’t taking anymore bait from masked men. Or unmasked men.

I spotted Lyra near the bar talking to a guy in a Scooby-Doo mask. She laughed at something he said, but her gaze swiveled, finding me. She placed a hand on his bicep and said something that looked like an apology before elbowing her way over to me.

"There you are. I was starting to think you got lost," she said. She looked at me sideways, then leaned in. "Are you okay?"

"Can we get out of here?" I asked. I'd had enough of crowds for one night. The throbbing music was starting to make my head thump along with it.