Auction Time: Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County BK3

by Gray, Khardine

  They were together because her family were into the oil business and Dad had a handsome investment that kept on growing. I was sure though that news of me not being his son would, however, land them in divorce court.

  I pulled up at Rory’s and froze when I saw the police car.

  I didn’t know how many shocks I could deal with.

  Of course, I jumped out of my truck and rushed inside the house. I never expected to see what I saw though. There was an officer bagging what looked like packs of drugs, and not the run of the mill stuff. It was serious shit I’d only really seen at wild after parties amongst the junkies. Hard stuff like cocaine.

  The officer put several stashes in a bag. On the coffee table was a range of alcoholic beverages; on the sofa sat Rory handcuffed while another officer spoke to him.

  They all saw me when I entered, and a tear ran down Rory’s cheek as he looked at me.

  “What the hell’s going on here?” I demanded.

  Rory didn’t answer; he just looked at me with a sadness I couldn’t quite describe. Shame filled his face, sorrow his eyes, and he looked away.

  “I’m sorry. This is a crime scene. Who are you?” The officer who’d been speaking to him asked. He was a burly-looking tough guy who looked like he’d seen a lot in his day.

  “I’m his nephew; that makes me his next of kin.” I didn’t know where the bravado came from, but here I was saying it. Talking big like I could actually do something about it when I could do shit.

  What the hell had Rory done?

  The officer looked to Rory. “You want your nephew to have permission to deal with your affairs?”

  “Yes. Tell him what you need to,” Rory answered as he continued to stare at the ground.

  The officer returned his focus to me. “Your uncle’s being arrested for securities fraud and possession of class-A drugs. We’re taking him in. If I were you, I’d get a very good lawyer.”

  My whole body tensed on hearing that. None of that was him. He was the most trustworthy guy I knew who stayed away from shit.

  It didn’t take two guesses to know this was a result of something else. Something pushed him to this, and I doubted it was down to finding out I wasn’t Dad’s son. So, what the fuck was it?

  * * *

  I got the best lawyer I could hire. The best money could buy.

  Yes, me… I sorted it out.

  Not Mom and not Dad.

  Dad, who should have been there at the station with Rory, helping him like an older brother was supposed to.

  He shunned him and simply said he spread his bed and he could lie in it. Mom kept quiet the whole time. Not commenting one way or the other. They both just refused to help. Flat out refused. I never knew they could be so cruel.

  I got the best lawyer money could buy, and four days later, Rory got sentenced to ten years imprisonment. There wasn’t anything anyone could do.

  It was Friday, and I should have been preparing for my date with Mia. Throughout this week as we’d texted each other, I tried to sound like my usual self, but it was so hard, and today would be hard too.

  I’d gone to the hearing and watched the man I admired so much crumble as he was dealt what looked like the final blow. Rory was more like a father to me than my own father. Yes, he was indeed guilty, but this felt unfair.

  I was so enraged that I went to my parents again. I found Mom in the sitting room on the phone. It wasn’t my intention to hang back and eavesdrop like I had the other night, but I found myself doing it when I noticed that she didn’t see me.

  “Mom, I’ll email you. It’s best,” Mom was saying. She was talking to my grandmother. Instantly, I wondered if Grandma knew about me not being Dad’s son. Chances were she did. “Jack’s here. It’s all a disaster, but with Rory out of the way, maybe it will blow over.”

  Footsteps sounded in the corridor, and she looked up as Dad came into the room.

  “Call you later, Mom.” She hung up quickly.

  “Get ready. We’re going out,” Dad said to her.

  “Sure. I just need to do some stuff. I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.”

  “Fine.” He left her, and I left too.

  I left, but on a mission to get answers.

  I left and returned half an hour later after they’d gone. I went straight to Mom’s office, opened her computer, and overrode her password. You couldn’t screw with a rebel like me when I was younger, and definitely not fucking now.

  Back in high school, a tech geek had taught me how to override a code. It came in useful for things like this.

  I found the email Mom sent to Grandma not even ten minutes later, and my whole world turned upside down as I read what she said.

  There was a reason why Rory felt more like a father to me than my own. It was because he was.

  Rory was my father. Grandma, of course, already knew and was given specific instructions in the email not to engage with him if he contacted her.

  Grandma knew, and Mom, this secret she’d kept from us.

  It was something Rory had found out weeks ago and what sent him down a path to hell.

  I went to the stadium with that on my mind.

  It weighed heavily on me and to a point where I couldn’t pretend.

  When I saw Mia, the sight of her stole reality away from me.

  Just the sight.

  She looked like an angel in her little white dress with her ethereal beauty.

  I knew there was something about her that had got to me at first sight.

  The world had shifted around me, unveiling who I was and who I wasn’t.

  In my state of flux all I wanted was to escape in her.

  When she approached, she opened her mouth to talk, but I couldn’t let her. Talking would crack the glass and break me too.

  I couldn’t talk about what happened.

  I didn’t want to. All I wanted was her.

  I pressed my lips to hers and got lost in her.

  Chapter 13

  Eric

  * * *

  Present day …

  She was pure life to me.

  Like pure energy, and I got lost in her the same way I got lost in her that day.

  It was the same.

  No… it was more. More for the fact that everything we did felt amplified, as if it someone had pumped us with an overdose of passion and raw desire.

  And she gave herself to me.

  She gave herself to me over and over again, allowing me to feast on her body and take her whole.

  This was what should have happened that night last year when I’d screwed up.

  Now, I was taking full advantage of my second chance.

  She lay in my bed propped up against a stack of pillows, naked in my arms, while I feasted on her gorgeous breasts.

  No matter how much I tasted, I couldn’t get enough. It was how I always thought it would be with her.

  I knew I’d want more and more, and more.

  She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I moved to her left nipple and took it into my mouth. Moaned and smiled with pure delight spreading to satisfaction as I licked at the pink tip and worked it to life. Hardening it up just like my cock.

  “You could do that to me forever,” she hummed and arched her back into the pillows.

  “Maybe I will.” I wouldn’t have minded. Not at all. Forever with her. Feasting and fucking to death in my house. I couldn’t think of anything better.

  Nor did I care about anything else. Not the messed-up situation with Rory and Mom and whatever else I was supposed to be thinking about.

  It was just Mia. Only her.

  Her featherlight fingers fluttered over my hair again and smoothed over to the back of my head, where she encouraged me to continue to suck her tits.

  Anything to oblige, I continued and moved my way from one breast to the other, giving each the same attention and loving the way she came undone in my arms, losing that control she sought so eagerly to guard with her life.

  Mia Car
twright was losing herself and losing control to me. Whatever magic had sent her to me tonight and back into my arms allowed her to give herself to me.

  And like an addict, I would have her as many times as I could. As many times as was humanly possible.

  “I’m coming,” she gasped.

  That sounded like music to my ears. I moved back to watch her, parted her legs, and slid my fingers into her sweet pretty pink pussy. Rubbing my fingers over the swollen nub of her clit, I worked her even more. Taking charge to make her come in a way that would be sealed to her mind outside this bubble we’d created.

  Tonight would pass, and I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Mia could change like the wind. One day one thing, tomorrow another. Whatever tomorrow brought, I wanted her to remember how she felt when she was with me, and that I wanted her more than anything else.

  As her walls tensed around my finger, I lowered my head and nuzzled my face between her thighs, pushing my tongue deep inside her, then licking at her clit until she cried out and came.

  Nothing was sweeter than the delicious nectar that flowed from her into my mouth. And, like anything sweet and desirous, I took it all. All of it, licking her clean, leaving her gasping.

  I didn’t know how I managed to control myself because all the while I tasted, I wanted to be inside her. Buried deep inside, pounding into her.

  I intended to do just that when I straightened and took hold of her waist, except the goddess sat up and tackled me, knocking me onto my back.

  “I want to taste you too,” she said with a saucy laugh, kissing me.

  “Taste me.” I slid my hands into her hair and deepened the kiss. She cupped my face, and like the woman who knew what she wanted, she kissed me harder.

  Hard like she wanted to make sure she remembered what I tasted like, then she backed away with that same smile and slid down until she was positioned between my legs.

  One slender hand reached for my cock and gripped the base, then started pumping up and down.

  “Do you like this?” she asked.

  I was momentarily stunned just from the purely erotic sight of her. Her with her hair wild and her little pink nipples puckered against her massive globes.

  For a second I had to think of just how much I did like that and her and everything, and what she looked like she was about to do to me.

  “Yes,” was the simple answer. I could have written a book with the long answer.

  With that, she bent down and made a show of licking the base of my cock then moving her tongue over the length of my shaft in slow, purposeful, and seductive torture.

  I had to fight to hold my release in. Fight hard at the raging emotion that sparked within me.

  She was too good at that, and she was about to make me feel even better. She ran her tongue over my balls, licking and sucking, then she took me into her mouth. Deep inside and deeper. I lost my damn mind then.

  I lost my mind and could no longer think about anything besides her sucking my cock.

  She sucked hard, tasting me just like she’d told me she wanted, and took back control. The control I’d stolen from her. She took it back and held it over me.

  I wanted her to, and I would have loved nothing more than to come in her mouth, but the thought of finishing inside her gave me back some control.

  “Princess, I need you now,” I growled, reaching forward to take her arm.

  She smiled and moved forward to run her fingers over my beard. “Too much?”

  “No, I’m just choosing how I want to finish. For tonight, that’s inside you.”

  “Okay, but I want to taste you properly on the next round.”

  Fuck, yeah.

  I took her and kissed her again, then flipped her onto her hands and knees so her gorgeous ass was up, ready for me to take her from behind.

  I grabbed a condom and sheathed myself with it.

  As I grabbed hold of her hips and plunged in deep inside her, she cried out in that half pain-, half pleasure-filled way that fueled the carnal need inside me. It called to that primitive part of me that wanted to fuck her hard.

  I started to as soon as she adjusted to take my thickness. I held on to her and pounded into her body, making her hair fall forwards over her face.

  Pleasure cascaded over me, filling my soul. It pulsed through every nerve, every fiber in my being. Every part of me.

  It sent me over the edge, and I could no longer hold on to the rhythm we’d built up. The control slipped from me, making me jackhammer into her at the same time her pussy walls tightened painfully against my cock. She cried out as an orgasm took her and lulled me in too on a selfish wave of greed.

  Then I started rutting into her knowing my own release was nigh on coming.

  The buildup of tension gripped me from the inside out, reaching higher and higher with every second that passed. Enticed by the wild sexual sound of our bodies slapping together.

  It worked its way throughout my body until it exploded into a hot virile release that sent an angry shudder through me.

  Fucking hell… that actually drained me. Draining… my life force.

  She gasped and collapsed down onto the bed, freeing herself from the lock I held on her.

  I just about managed to catch my breath, then slid off the bed to go to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

  While in there I caught a glimpse of myself and saw the way my skin glowed. Me…

  Fuck. I actually had an afterglow. That was what it looked like.

  It made me stare at my reflection, which was of a guy who’d spent the night having wild sex.

  I stared and found myself wishing I could always have this. Always look like that. Only with her. Only for her.

  Only for her?

  What the hell had I allowed this woman to do to me?

  Over eighteen months ago, I ran into her on the road. Her with her broken down car. She took one look at me, and then I couldn’t get her out of my head.

  I couldn’t.

  Tonight was great, but was this a second chance? What would I do if it wasn’t?

  What would I do if this was just for tonight and we’d go back to how we were before?

  I sighed and pushed the questions of worry to the back of my mind.

  No use thinking all that now when I could be with her, enjoying her. Whatever this was.

  I went back out to her. She smiled when she saw me and reached for me again, straddling me. Those golden legs wrapped around my waist, and she settled herself over my cock.

  “I’ve decided I need you again,” she informed me.

  “Thought you wanted to taste me.”

  “I’m going to on the next round.” Her answer made me smile. Her taking charge again.

  “Give me about five minutes, and I’ll be ready again. That little hip wiggle you’re doing will help.”

  “This?” She circled her hips the way she did when she was dancing. Except this was over my cock.

  “Exactly. Like. That.” I nodded.

  Yes, exactly like that. She could do whatever she wanted to me.

  I got lost in her again, and again. I didn’t know what time it was. It was dark outside. That was all I knew.

  Dark outside, and I was drunk on sex and Mia Cartwright.

  I was so lost that I lost track. One minute I was awake, enjoying her, and the next she was enjoying me.

  I closed my eyes and I remembered a kiss. Not the kind of kiss that was filled with the raw sex we’d had, but a chaste kiss. The kind I read about in poems.

  That was the best way that I could describe it, and when I opened my eyes, she was gone.

  Gone like she had never been there.

  Gone. And it was morning.

  It was bright outside, like late morning, and a glance at the clock on the wall revealed it was eleven thirty. Nearly lunchtime, and I was just waking up.

  I knew from the silence that filled the house that she’d left, and I knew there was no point looking around for her hoping she was p
robably downstairs.

  Like an idiot, however, I still went looking and felt like a bigger fool when I sat on the bottom step of my stairs by myself.

  This must have been what she’d felt like when I left her last year. Except I imagined she’d felt worse because I left straight after we had sex, as if I’d made my conquest and was done with her.

  I knew what she was like. She wouldn’t have just left because she had to go to work or something like that.

  Reality must have peeked back in and made her leave.

  What the hell was I supposed to do now?

  Chase her?

  For how much longer?

  Chapter 14

  Mia

  ‘The planets reveal a flaw in your relationship. You know what the problem is, fix it now before it festers into something out of control.’- Madam Phoebe

  Today was the first time I’d read my horoscope and didn’t know what to do. Madam Phoebe was, of course, right on the mark, but what she was saying in my case could mean I could actually go one way or the other.

  What happened this morning was… I freaked.

  I freaked because I’d lost control and tried this thing where I could be me.

  From the minute we’d set foot inside his house, the conversation we’d had last year came back to me. The one where he told me he wanted me, just me. Me without the philosophies, the carpe diem, the Madame Phoebe. Just me.

  So, last night I was me, and it was amazing. I was doing what I wanted, acting on impulse and emotion, all of it, and as the sun rose reality came back.

  The nagging voice that came on the edge of the new day asked me how I could have fallen into the same trap.

  The same trap of lowering my guard for the same man. We’d spent the night together. An amazing night together that should have had a good morning, but I freaked because I realized that the same thing that allowed me to give myself to him was the very same thing that I kept on a leash.