Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  Even though we were in the middle of a park filled with people, everything seemed to go completely silently as both Wyatt and I watch Noah carefully for his reaction.

  He seemed to be mulling it over in his mind then final said, “Is that why we have the same last name?”

  I wasn’t surprised that he noticed the fact. He was a very smart child.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “That is why.”

  His fist pumped the air then he nearly shouted, “Yes, I knew it!”

  His smile could light up the world in that moment. He turned it first on me. Then on Wyatt. Wyatt’s smile was just as bright and the happiness from the two of them brought tears to my eyes. Wyatt stood and came around to Noah’s side of the table. He knelt so that their eyes were level.

  “Hey buddy, I promise to be the best dad I can be to you if you will have me,” Wyatt said, his voice husky with emotion. “What do you say? Do you want to have me for a dad?”

  “Oh yeah,” Noah said, then threw himself into Wyatt’s arms. When he pulled back he threw me – and Wyatt given the way his eyes widened –for a loop.

  “Are you and Mommy going to get married now? Like Casey’s mom and dad,” Noah asked.

  Casey was a girl who attended his daycare.

  Wyatt sent me a look and I immediately rushed to answer, not wanting to put him on the spot or have him feel pressured.

  “Oh no, Noah. We’re not getting married. Sometimes mommies and daddies don’t get married but that doesn’t mean that they don’t love their little boys and girls with all their heart. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

  I took a moment to think it over then said, “I think so.”

  The rest of the day was filled with a happy Noah and Wyatt getting to know each other better.

  It filled my heart with joy to watch them together even though I now believed that any hope of a relationship between Wyatt and I had died.

  I had ruined it. Last time it was Wyatt leaving me, this time it was me pulling away from him.

  Chapter Twenty-One: Hailey

  The last few weeks had been life-changing.

  Wyatt and I had settled to co-parenting and managed our scheduled so that Noah had plenty of time with both of us. Wyatt and I had resumed being study partners. Our bio final was coming up soon and we were hitting the books at his place.

  For once Noah wasn’t around. He and Wyatt seemed attached at the hip for the most part but he was spending the night with my parents.

  I was looking down at the text book but was seeing none of the words printed there. All of my senses were wrapped up around Wyatt and it was killing me to have him so close yet be unable to touch him.

  We were sitting out our customary study place at his kitchen table. He was next to me and his cologne created a heavy fog around my brain. I could feel the heat coming off his body

  Our relationship now was that of friends. Co parents. Study partners. We hadn’t screwed around at all in the weeks that had gone by. While Wyatt’s flirtatious nature was back in full swing, I didn’t allow myself to place hope in it since I thought that flirting was just part of his personality. It didn’t mean anything. Not to him.

  But I meant so much to me.

  I was in love with Wyatt.

  It had been a long hard road but I was finally able to admit to myself.

  It hurt every second of every day to keep the knowledge to myself. Having him close all the time and seeing what a great dad he was to Noah had me tied up in knots.

  The silence in the room caught my attention and I looked up from my books to find him watching me.

  He had asked me something and I hadn’t heard a word.

  I blushed and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  He put the pen he had been holding down.

  “You seem distracted tonight. You all right?” he asked.

  “Oh no, everything is fine,” I rushed to reassure him and move the focus off me and my troubling emotional state.

  “Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?”

  “Wyatt, I’m fine, just nervous about the test I guess.”

  He pressed on further, “How are things with Joe?”

  “Great,” I said, grateful to have focus off me. “He and Dad are trying to work on their relationship. And he’s with that girl, the one he saved from the abusive guy. I’m pretty proud of him after all that.”

  We made some more small talk and I slowly began to relax when the mood suddenly changed with Wyatt’s next words.

  “I missed you these last few weeks,” he said.

  I frowned and I said, “I’ve been right here.”

  “I know but I want more.”

  Was this really happening? He stood and pulled me to my feet.

  “You do? But I thought for sure…”

  “I have missed us. Having you close to me and not really having you is eating me alive, Hailey.”

  He pulled me close with his hand behind my head and kissed me.

  When he pulled back he said, “I want to be more than just Noah’s dad to you. I want to be your lover, your friend, your everything. Say yes.”

  He took the words right out of my mouth and I was the one to kiss him this time.

  “Oh yes,” I whispered against him lips, hungry for him.

  He groaned and I clenched my fingers in the collar of tee shirt to keep him where I needed him. His hand pushed my shirt up my back before going back down to dip into my pants, cupping my behind through the lace-trimmed cotton underwear. I kissed along his jawline. He groaned when I nipped his chin.

  “I need to see you.”

  Wyatt ripped my shirt from me. The torn material was thrown carelessly to the side as Wyatt look at what he had uncovered with heated adoration.

  He stared for so long that longtime insecurities reared their heads for a tiny second before he demolished them with two words. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  His hands kneaded my breasts and he latched onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I tossed my head back and held his head to me. He started off slow, his head moving in time with the stroke of his tongue. I felt each tug low in my core. I was unable to keep my hips still.

  He moved to the other peak but pulled the cup down before engulfing as much of me as he could.

  Oh yes! Fire rushed from where his mouth suckled and spread quickly. Colors burst behind my eyelids. The ends of my hair touched my back and I shivered, leaning into the warmth of Wyatt’s hands.

  My head rolled back to the front. I opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, those long lashes fanned over his eyes. He pulled stronger on my nipple and I moaned. He let it go with a wet, smacking sound only to flick his tongue in a slow circle.

  Pulling his face up to mine, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His hips jumped beneath mine and he groaned, matching my aggression.

  My hands traveled down his chest, still disappointingly shirt-clad. I needed to remedy that situation.

  I tore at his clothing and his shirt fell to the floor in no time.

  I didn’t get very far in my unclothing venture because he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.

  “I need to have you in a bed this time,” he said.

  When we got into the room I switched our positions and got on top of him.

  I copied his growl when the zipper of his full-length jeans didn’t cooperate. Larger hands joined mine.

  I pushed them along with his underwear down his hips when the task was done, nipping at his lower lip before licking it in the process.

  I gripped him. His hips arched off the mattress.

  “Damn, Hailey, you’re killing me.”

  I knew what movements made him tremble, which ones made his breath shudder out on a rough praise and I used every one as I stroked him. His head moved back and forth on the wall yet his eyes were zeroed in on me. His hands on my hips clenched and released.

  “Oh shit, baby. I need to touch you, too.”

  His move was too fast for me to int
ercept, not that I wanted to. My back was against the bed and his large body blanketed mine. I didn’t lose my grip on his cock and continued to fondle him. His hips pushed into mine as he leaned down to engulf my bare nipple while his hands work on unfastening my pants.

  There was a tearing sound as his fingers entered my undies and slid through my wetness. The tightness of the pants restricted his movements. He knelt and pulled my shorts and panties down.

  He didn’t return to his previous position but instead placed his head between my sprawled thighs. He spread me with his fingers and didn’t do anything but look.

  He closed his eyes and inhaled deep. I felt my cheeks blush but it wasn’t embarrassment I felt. There was just heat as I tittered on the edge of something elusive.

  Wyatt opened his eyes. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

  His finger brushed against my clit. It was a light touch but my breath whooshed out in a trembling exhalation. Moisture was coating my inner thighs. “You’re so wet.” He repeated his action before his finger sank deep. “And so fucking tight.”

  He stroked my thigh and withdrew. Caressing my slick skin, he gave my clit that same fleeting touch and entered me again. His tongue and mouth were drawing patterns on the insides of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my center as his finger started a slow rhythm.

  “I can feel you.” His teeth scraped no more than an inch away from my puffy lips. My thighs quavered. “Every time I touch you, your pussy clenches and you get wetter and wetter.” He twisted his finger and he touched a sweet place no other man had. I was rising to meet his fingers. “Do you like that?”

  The words were a hot caress against my skin. I nodded, incapable of speech.

  “Then you’re going to love this.”

  He laid his mouth on me. His eyes closed slowly, a little moan escaping. His tongue found my bud. My breathing echoed around us when he curled his mouth around it, the sucking motion of his mouth concentrated there. His finger felt fuller and I realized he added a second. Together, mouth and fingers dragged incoherent sounds from my throat and involuntary actions from my body.

  “Wyatt, please.” There was need in my voice and I was losing all sense of me, falling down a never ending spiral. My hand on his head, I pulled him closer, trying to capture the feeling.

  I exploded with a choked whimper. His hands kept my trembling hips in place as he continued his torture until he rang every bit of the climax from my body.

  Any lingering reservations I had about doing this with him melted in the heat of my desire.

  “I love you,” I admitted.

  “I love you,” he told me right back.

  Epilogue: Wyatt

  We had come a long way since I found out about Noah being my son.

  It was graduation day for both of us.

  I had accepted a residency a couple of hours away from Bradberry and immediately asked Hailey and Noah to join me. She had agreed, after turning down a residency in the South. Labs and focus was more her thing than patients. She ended up applying to multiple labs nears my new hospital and got to take her pick. She was always smarter than I was.

  And Noah wasn’t a little boy any more, and I think I honestly was enjoying his coming into his own, more than when he was little. He had a funny sense of humor, and he was always messing around with Hailey and me. He was becoming a really cool kid, and I thought I had a hand in that.

  We were out celebrating our graduation at a restaurant in the upper class part of town and the upcoming move with my mom, Hailey’s family and of course, Noah.

  The boy gave me a conspiratorial wink and I winked back. He was seven now and growing like a weed.

  I got down on one knee and watched Hailey’s eyes widen. She covered her mouth with one hand as they grew damp with tears

  “What are you doing?” she asked from behind her hand.

  I took her free hand in mine and smiled up at her as I said, “Hailey, I knew we had a rocky start once we reconnected but these past few years have been the best of my life. You have made me the happiest man alive by giving me the best son anyone could ask for and loving me unconditionally. I love you and the life that we are building. I can’t imagine living without you. I don’t want to. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  Tears were freely running down her cheeks by the time I was done and she dropped to her knees in front of me and took my face between her hands. She pulled until our mouths met.

  “Is that a yes?”

  She nodded while laughing around her tears.

  “Yes,” she answered but the word came out muffled against my lips.

  “She said yes!” Noah announced to the onlookers, most of who promptly laughed and applauded.

  “You knew?” Hailey asked.

  “Of course. Dad asked my permission,” Noah said, chest puffed up and beaming with pride.

  His smile was infectious and I broke out into a grin too.

  I turned back to look at Hailey, “I love you.”

  She smiled, her eyes sparkling with just the mist of tears. “I love you too.”

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  SEAL’d With A Kiss

  A SEAL Second Chance Romance

  By Nicole Elliot and Ellie Wild

  One

  Piper

  I held her in my arms. I inhaled her sweet smell while tears ran down my cheeks. I loved her, but I knew I couldn’t keep her.

  They pulled her away from me and I heard her cry as they left the room. My heart shattered.

  I turned over and felt the scratchy hospital sheets against my skin. I cried just like she did. And it wasn’t because I was hungry or tired, it was because I was scared. I was broken and it was entirely his fault.

  I died a little that day. When your heart breaks that completely, you lose pieces to the darkness.

  Five Years Later

  I watched his eyes. I knew was coming before it happened. Don't say it, don't say it.

  “It's not you, it's me.” Whoop there it was. He fucking said it. It was like he was compelled to. Just like the seven other guys I dated in the past three years. Why was there always something wrong with them? I was starting to believe that they were wrong and it was me.

  I put a hand over my forehead and tried to ignore the embarrassments of the prying eyes at tables near us. My dark ringlets fell over my face and covered my reddening cheeks. This was another restaurant I would have to cross off the list. Thank God New York had thousands of them, because I'd been broken up with in at least a dozen by now. I looked at the napkin.

  Loose Joe’s.

  Sorry Joe, no matter how loose you are, we’re never seeing each other again. Which sucked because this cheesesteak reminded me of home.

  And then he felt he needed to explain himself. Which just made things worse.

  “I mean I guess I'm just not ready for how serious you are. I need a little bit more fun in my life.”

  So I wasn't fun?

  I sighed. “Not that this isn’t great information and everything but I think it's time for the check.”

  Minutes later I was busting out the doors of that restaurant. I tried to seem inconspicuous as I was leaving but on my way out I had run directly into a waiter and had spilled water all over myself and the floor. Today was not my day.

  As I attempted to hail a taxi my phone started ringing. I looked down, it was my older sister Audra. I wanted to press ignore but it was the third time she ca
lled me today so I knew that I needed to answer or she would just keep calling.

  “What the hell have you been doing all day? Besides ignoring my calls?”

  “Hi Audra. How are you? Wonderful? Great because I'm just peachy.” The sarcasm dripped off my words.

  A taxi pulled up in front of me and I got in. “642 56th Street please.”

  “Are you in a cab?”

  “Yes. What does it matter?”

  “Oh shit, were you on another breakup luncheon? I swear last time this happened I told you the next guy that asks you out to lunch, refuse.”

  I guess it was becoming a bit of a pattern. “And what? I’m just supposed to drag out a relationship with some guy who doesn't like me?”

  “Piper, I hate to tell you this but I don't think there are any guys who like you in New York anymore. So, if you can snag one that has a good job and a 401(k) you should just let it drag out as long as possible. Hopefully all the way down the aisle.”

  “You sound like Mom.”

  “Well you've got to start listening to someone. I swear to God I'm going to be dead before you finally meet a man.”

  “You're so lovely at this time of day. Or actually any time of day.” More sarcasm, I was on a roll.

  “Speaking of death, we need to talk about Uncle Jeff's funeral.”

  This is why I had been avoiding her calls all day. There was no way in hell I was going back to Bradberry for some ridiculous family reunion and the sad funeral of my Uncle Jeff. Who I hadn't seen in at least a decade.

  “I'm not talking about Uncle Jeff's funeral. I already told you I have to work.”

  “Well that's hilarious because I called Ian and he told me that he could clear your schedule for all of next week. I expect you to be here tomorrow.”

  Ian, that Queen. He was on my shit list now.

  “I can't just pick up and be there tomorrow. That’s not how it works here, I have clients and appointments…”

  She interrupted me, “Ian has cleared all of that for you. By the way he says he is very sorry for your loss.”

  I sighed. “You're not giving up, are you?”

  “You missed Christmas. Mom and Dad are pissed as hell at you and no one wants to talk about you because they think you're sad and lonely. Now I know that you are sad and lonely but I still want to see my baby sister, so come home. Pack a bag and get in the car tomorrow. Is that clear?”