Beg Me by Jennifer Probst Page B

of his mind. He caught her scent around each corner. He’d followed two strange women already because the swing of their hips and shot of red hair reminded him of Cara. He was a wreck, but he hoped with enough time, he’d settle.
    Rem groaned. “Hell, yes, I loved being with her. But I’m not up for this shit again. She has this spell over me. I just look at her and I’m hard and all I want to do is fuck her and protect her and make her happy.”
    Rome winced. “Yep, I feel that way about Sloane. You’re done, dude. You still love her.”
    Rafe nodded. “That’s the exact feeling I get about Summer. I don’t think it goes away. Believe me, I tried.”
    Rem looked at his last brother.
    “Tara is my life,” he said simply. “And if you feel half of what I do for Tara, I wouldn’t let her go, bro.”
    Rem finished his coffee and shook his head. “I can’t. It was an amazing night, but it’s over. Too many ghosts are between us. If I screwed up once, I can do it again.”
    “Or maybe you’ve both learned enough to make it work.”
    Rem ignored Rome’s Yoda comment. “It’s better this way.”
    His brothers shared a meaningful look. “What if you run into her?” Rafe asked.
    “Doubt it. Vegas is big, and we don’t run in the same circles.” Except the BDSM club she’d mentioned. That nugget of information had been bothering him like a grain of sand in his shoe, rubbing him slowly raw. “Hey, anyone know Paul at Chains?”
    Rick and Rafe nodded. “Yeah, he’s a Dom. Does teaching and introductory classes. You know him?”
    Remington shifted in his seat. Fuck. The idea of going into Chains and finding Cara with another Dom filled him with frustration. And anger. He tried to swallow it back. “Seems Cara has been going to Chains to be trained. She said Paul is her teacher.”
    Rick waved his hand in the air. “Paul is very good at knowing what a sub needs to be comfortable. He usually doesn’t have sex with his trainees unless they specifically request it. He’s a good guy. Knows his stuff. Still, I’m surprised I haven’t seen Cara before. She was probably receiving private lessons.”
    Rem relaxed. Cara had been telling the truth. She’d learned so much, he figured she had tons of Doms after him, but maybe it had always been just him. Damn, he’d loved being the man to give her multiple orgasms and push her limits. Making her come was addictive. “Thanks. Umm, if you happen to see her at Chains, just let me know.”
    Rick frowned. “So you can go apeshit on us? Rem, are you sure you’re ready to give her up for the second time?”
    Rem threw a few bills on the table. “I’m sure. I gotta go.”
    As he walked out of the restaurant, his brothers’ stares called him a liar.

    ***

    Cara stood on the edge of the casino and watched Rem work.
    It had been two weeks since their night together. Two weeks of sheer misery and crying and regrets. She understood why he didn’t want to try again. But last night, after talking to her girlfriend, the light bulb had switched on and blinded her with a startling revelation.
    Years ago, she’d left him. She hadn’t fought for their relationship, or tried to reach out to tell him the truth.
    This time, she had to be the one to make a stand. For her. For him.
    For them.
    Deep inside, Cara knew she had the strength to fight. It was time for Rem to see she wasn’t giving up. He was still under the illusion she was the type of girl to slink away after losing the battle.
    But Cara was a full-grown woman now. And she was going to win the war.
    She’d dressed carefully in a simple dark green dress in a stretchy knit that gave under her generous curves. A hint of cleavage was revealed with the V neckline, and a gold chain belt cinched her waist. Her heels were four inch black stilettos. Her hair was twisted up in a loose knot, allowing strands to frame her face and soften the severity.
    His shift ended at midnight.
    Cara would be waiting.
    Right on cue, he