Don't Make Me Beg (Ashford Falls, #2)

by Jeré Anthony

I’m a twenty-five-year-old tech guru—the lazy gamer nobody takes seriously unless they have a computer problem—and

“I didn’t see a ring on her finger when she had her hand wrapped around my cock last night,” Luka retorts.

His cocky smirk returns, and then he drops to one knee right there in the middle of the monster romance section. “What do you say, Girl Scout? Are you going to marry me or what?”

But when Scout steps out from behind a tree looking like an angel sent to destroy me, it’s all I can do to keep myself from falling to my knees.

“And I guess, I just thought that being married and finally not having the guilt behind having sex, would actually make me want to…”

That maybe the things that excite you aren’t the type of things good girls like you should want.”

“It’s fine. You’re okay. Nobody’s mad at you. Everything’s fine. It was an accident. It can easily be cleaned up.”

“I have no problem marking you as mine. No shame whatsoever. Hell, I’ll fuck you in front of the whole goddamn town if that’s what it takes to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“You belong to me. No one touches what’s mine. Do I make myself clear?”

“I love you, Scout. Honestly, I can’t even remember a time when I wasn’t in love with you.”