Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  Good. I already had my brothers breathing down my neck trying to “rescue me.” I didn’t need these guys trying to save me too. I could and would handle my finical issues, dammit.

  But Travis, he just smiled mischievously.

  “Well,” he said, “What if it wasn’t presented like a loan? Like something you were indebted to us for? What if the format was different?” Before I could even ask him what he meant, he smiled again. “What if it didn’t necessarily come from us, but it came because of a suggestion? An opportunity offered?”

  I wasn’t following, but it seemed the other guys were. They had some idea of what he referenced, but they weren’t jumping in to clarify. They were leaving this to him, for some reason.

  But he had my attention, and my appetite back up. Mystery is always did that to me, whether they were in a book or in real life. Made me eat and drink with more gusto. “What do you mean by all that? Different format? Suggestion? Opportunity?” As I asked these questions, my heart began to race, as if it already sensed something exciting and different in the proposed, veiled opportunity.

  Travis leaned forward, took a bite of his food, and whispered, “Well, Black Diamond, our club?”

  I nodded, eager for him to continue.

  “Well, it’s not just special because of the vibe. Because of the clientele. It’s also special because of certain special-time-of-the-year events. Events such as fundraisers,” he said, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that was more to it than that. More fun and funding to the fundraiser than cash. Something he wasn’t quite ready to let onto yet.

  “These fundraisers are used by businesses and individuals in attendance to help them make ends meet. Pay for expenses for things like renovations or facelifts. Situations just like yours, basically. And all with the understanding that participation is kept private, and attendance is by invitation only. An invitation me and my friends are more than willing to extend, isn’t that right, boys?”

  Nods all around the table.

  Now they had my attention. Now I was really curious. I had no idea that Jorin was hosting any kind of fundraisers.

  “Fundraisers,” I said, feeling that word slip out of my mouth like forbidden water. “Like what?”

  “Auctions,” said Travis, shifting smugly in his seat.

  For some reason, my heart leapt at this. Started and blushed in my chest like a nervous, giddy thing. “What kind of auctions?” Even as I asked, I got images of something more risqué, more dangerous and secretive than any estate sale, or storage locker affair.

  “Auctions where beautiful women auction off their company, their conversation, whatever they choose, to the highest bidder.”

  Auction? Beautiful women? Did those really belong in the same sentence together? My rational mind said hell no, of course they didn’t. Not if what was going on there was legal and legitimate, and something I should bother with. Still, I couldn’t help but be fascinated. Intrigued by the concept, and I hated myself for it.

  I knew that Black Diamond did auctions. I just never realized that I myself could be considered something wroth auctioning off. I supposed I thought it was for the rich and famous people who sometimes traveled through or moved to Love’s Hollow. They had successful businesses and a lot of money to spare on beautiful women. I supposed I had just never known that I was a beautiful woman. A beautiful witch, at least.

  With my pulse racing around in my blood as it was, and my heartbeat thudding in my eardrums as it was, I barely heard Travis when he said, “It’s completely up to the ladies’ discretion, of course. They can choose to accept and deny any bid. They also get to stipulate what they will and won’t be auctioning off. It isn’t prostitution. It isn’t the buyer determining what they bought.”

  “Unconventional, I know,” added David, looking like he was a guilty man already. Convicted on multiple counts of trading flesh, though I knew this wasn’t the case. “But I assure you it’s not selling your body in the same way that prostitution is…”

  Even here, he struggled with linguistic gymnastics, trying to differentiate what we all knew was possibly classier, invitation-only pimping in some way. But even if it was (in some people’s minds) I liked that I got to choose what to auction. What to make available. A lot like running my restaurant. I made choices available, had in mind a price I would accept.

  This could be no different. Except I would be serving myself up on the plate, up on the auction block. But maybe that would be okay, if it meant I could keep this place open. Keep my family’s legacy alive. And get pregnant. Maybe having an auction would be an easy way to choose between these boys. Let fate do it for me.

  “It’s more like charity,” added Alex, giving me a mischievous grin and a wink. “You give of yourself to the highest bidder in the way that you’ve stipulated you will, and everybody wins. Some poor soul gets your charitable donation of time and conversation, Black Diamond gets a small cut for hosting the deal, and you get the rest. However much they win your bid for, you get most of the final amount. Which in turn, goes to your good causes. To what you need the money for, so it’s as close to a win-win all around as many businesses get.”

  Travis moved his hand up my leg a little more, toward my crotch. So did Eric, saying to me, “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Gwendolyn. It’s up to you, but it is something that happens every year. It’s coming up in a few days, actually right before the Harvest Festival—”

  “And, if you’re looking for a sure-fire way to get the money you need, this could be a good way to go. Barring any objections, you may or may not have to the venue and situation, of course.” He rubbed the back of one of his fingers along my inner thigh. The crease between my thigh and my mound. “If you like risk and new and different as much is I think you do, I think you’ll really enjoy something like this.” He whispered this last part. It was almost so quiet I couldn’t hear over the shuffle of napkins.

  As much as I wouldn’t have admitted it if my brothers were here, I did like risk. I liked new and different. Particularly the idea of this “new and different,” even when my common sense started to beat me over the head with a sledgehammer, saying that I was still selling my body to keep my business open. Even then, I had to admit Travis was right.

  “How does someone get involved in something like this?” I asked. All four pairs of eyes found me at that moment. I added, “Hypothetically, I mean. If a woman wanted to, say, give this type of thing a shot because she felt it might be worth the risk, how might she go about securing a spot in the auction?”

  God, I sounded so lame. So dumb and obvious, but my womanly pride wasn’t about to let me look like I was some kind of depraved, closeted exhibitionist, just waiting for the moment she was set free. Just waiting for the chance to tarnish her reputation in that way.

  “I’m not really sure,” said Travis. He looked around at his fellow men. “We’re not really sure. We’ve never been in a position where we had to auction ourselves off so…”

  Obviously.

  He had said beautiful women after all, not beautiful men.

  “But I would assume you could ask the guy who runs the joint. Jorin. He would know what the procedure is, since he runs everything to do with Black Diamond. The ordinary and extraordinary, and everything in between. I bet if you were to get in touch with him, he would definitely be able to enlighten you as to how a woman could get involved. Could put herself out there on the auction block, if she were so inclined.” Here, Travis moved his hand further up my thigh and further into my soft, eager mound.

  “Not Jorin.” All of our eyes snapped to David. “It would be Sylvan, director of memberships for the club, who you would want to talk to. I believe he handles that particular aspect of the business.”

  Okay. Sylvan it is. That was someone I hadn’t met yet. With those thoughts, I filed his name away. Made secret plans to call Black Diamond soon, and see if I could get a spot. What it would cost me besides, my comfort zone.

  Just as these plan
s crested and buried themselves deeply in my synapses, I felt them before I saw them: the second, late-night wave of customers. Don’t ask me how. I just did. You tend to develop a sixth sense for things like that when you’ve worked in my line of work for as long as I have.

  I wiped my mouth, and got up from my seat. But not before giving Eric a squeeze on his hand, and Travis my own touch on his leg. Something he was legitimately surprised, and then turned on, by.

  “Thanks for everything.” Though it would look like I was only telling them, I was speaking to the group. “Thank you guys, for all of your help, all of your company.” As I said this, I stepped away from my chair, to get a good look at all of them. They all turned to watch me, like I knew and hoped they would. “Thank you all for such good ideas, too. You’ve given me a lot to think about tonight.”

  “Take your time with it,” advised David. His gray/green eyes looking serious and worried. “Don’t rush this decision. Any of these decisions, for that matter.”

  “You’ll have a good time if you do decide to come, though,” said Alex, turning around to face me. Unlike his brother, his green eyes were bright like emeralds. His wavy blonde hair was hot and silky like gold. “A lot of people do.” As he said this, I wanted to ask him—all of them—if they would be there at whatever that auction was, this year. I wanted to, but I didn’t. I assumed they would. But I didn’t act. Partly because I wasn’t brave enough. I didn’t want to come across like I was a stalker or anything.

  Second of all, though, I didn’t have the time anymore. I went from having my own special time with them, to having none at all.

  Like I had sensed, customers were on the way. And they chose that moment, and that moment alone, to come through the doors. Saving and damning me from asking that final question. In milliseconds, the noise and activity became overwhelming. Completely distracting to me. “Sorry, boys, but I’ve got a go over and take care of these people,” I said, regretting that our date had to be officially over.

  “It’s all right,” said David. “I think it’s time we headed out of your hair, anyway. Early meeting tomorrow morning.” He got up, taking a reluctant Alex with him.

  “Yeah. So sorry, Gwendolyn,” murmured Alex, looking as guilty as Stephanie should’ve looked and felt quitting on me over the phone, “I wish I could stay and help you with this new wave of customers, but the meeting’s like really, really early.”

  Travis stood up, looking ready and willing to help me fight the patron horde. “I could stay if you really, really wanted and needed me to, Gwendolyn.”

  David grabbed onto him with his other free hand. Eric did as well, preparing to drag him out. “No, you’re not,” said David.

  “We all took the same car,” said Eric, so you wouldn’t be able to get home. He was being reasonable. Logical, but his eyes spoke of something different. As did Alex’s and David’s. They didn’t want Travis having any more special time with me than they got. And Travis looked pissed at being denied the opportunity.

  I softened my eyes toward him, then to all of them. “It’s fine, you guys. Your business is important. Not just mine. You guys go home and get some sleep. Be good,” I added, looking specifically at Travis, who looked moments away from bucking them all off, or throwing a tantrum. “Go to your important meeting, and I’ll do what I gotta do.”

  “Get some sleep tonight, Gwendolyn,” said Alex. “I know I will. And when I do, it’ll be super sweet.” Saying that, he took his arm out of his brother’s hold, and went around back Travis, putting his hands on his shoulders. As if he agreed with the rest of his brethren that Travis was going to be a problem child.

  I blushed over his innuendo, knowing that it would be sweet for me too.

  I knew, because I was already feeling warm and fuzzy between my legs. Wet and slick in my underwear, thanks to all that attention.

  I would be having sweet dreams of him, too. All of them, once I got the chance to be alone in bed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gwendolyn

  In my bedroom again, after finishing up another late night, I was ready to put all four boys back in my head and back between my legs, even if only in a fantasy. I quickly undressed, put on the silkiest, sexiest nightgown I owned, and got into bed.

  There, I immediately began to play with the silk hem of my nightgown. Toy with the ends, and the pieces laying on my thigh, imagining it was both Travis and Eric.

  Almost immediately, I began to imagine that I was still downstairs at the bar. Except I was behind it, and there weren’t a bunch of other customers, but only my four beautiful boys. Travis and Eric first. They were there on either side of me, beginning to run their fingers discreetly, passionately up my leg. I was in a dress, so I felt everything directly on my skin, not through clothing. I felt the difference in their fingers. Eric’s were a little softer, like meditation bells.

  Travis’ fingers were rougher than Eric’s, but only slightly, and not in a bad way. I imagined that it was from him helping me deliver more food, clear more surfaces again tonight.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay as late as I wanted tonight,” he said. “But I’m here now, so let me make it up to you.”

  “Me too,” whispered Eric, as they both hoisted me up on to the empty bar, and began to kiss and caress my thighs. Wander in closer to my pussy. My mound. My hood, already eager for touching. Release, since she was cheated earlier in the night.

  For a few long moments, it was them. Eric and Travis, touching and caressing me. Spiraling up and in, teasing and whispering their fingers around my lower lips. Playing with the idea of going beyond, deeper inside to my clit, but just barely. Just enough so that I had to open my legs for them, but not enough to dip a finger in my honey.

  I breathed quietly but heavily, teasing my clit in the same way outside my fantasy. Almost going inside, but hanging back. Teasing and tickling, enjoying the sensation. Some wet spirals, even though I wasn’t going to town yet.

  Just as the sensations crested in my awareness, my fantasy took a turn. I heard and felt David and Alex come in from behind. Walk into the bar and up to where I was. Alex spoke first, wrapping his arms around me, immediately cupping both of my breasts.

  “Are these men giving you any trouble, miss?”

  The way he said this, I imagined he was trying to play at being a concerned citizen. A savior from some debauchery that he was already enjoying. I imagined he began to spiral his fingers around one nipple and then the other, making it immediately hard and heavy under the fabric of the dress. “If so, I’d like to join that trouble. Help you out with a difficult, arduous task.” With every word, he spoke slowly. Commandingly.

  I caressed my nipples the same way I imagined Alex doing, but I had to do both with one hand, not his imagined two. From one breast to the other, I drew circles around the nipples, made them go hard under my fingers. Pinched the knobby, sensitive tips when they did. I also began to stroke the sides of my clit. The wet and warm walls of my slit, imagining that was Travis.

  Imagining he was getting jealous and aggressive toward his coveted spot behind the bar with me. “I got here first,” he said, stroking one side of my clit, and then the other. “Her pussy is mine this time, gentlemen, not yours.” Saying this, I imagined he put his thumb on one side of my slit, and his index finger on the other, and began to rub up and down. Stroke me like I might stroke him, except in shorter, gentler strokes. For now.

  “I was here with you from the beginning, and she’s mine too,” said Eric, pulling down one side of my dress. A portion of the front of it, revealing my stiff, hot nipples. How raised and red they were. He moved Alex’s fingers and put one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the breast, while Alex continued to pinch my other nipple.

  “It doesn’t matter which of you were here first, second or third, I’m the boss of the company, so I’m going to be at the top of the list again,” commanded David. With this, I imagined that David swung himself over the bar, and took up a position between my legs.
Kneeling there, and quickly scooting himself up to my pussy, my painting, liquid lips. Even without him burying his nose or lips in there, I was already clenching for him.

  Travis moved to my backside when David started licking my slit. He jiggled and stroked my butt cheeks, before squeezing them tight. His grip sent a puff of desire, a throb of pleasure through me.

  David scooted pulled back on his knees, gently spreading my thighs. Spreading my lower lips, as Travis continued to touch my ass. “Glowing like neon,” he murmured. “You’re lit up like an electric sign, Gwendolyn. I’m going to make you even more of a livewire now.”

  With that, he put his mouth back on my pussy. On my bead and lips, not hesitating in the slightest.

  The moment he did, I imagined his tongue to be wet. Warm. The perfect instrument to flick and taste my demanding clit with. I imagined he sucked and licked with gusto. In my head, I replaced the movement of my fingers over my swollen clit and inside my pussy lips with his tongue. I imagined every stroke and every penetration was him. His warm, ravenous mouth.

  And I imagined that Travis moved back from my butt. He unzipped the front of his stylish, dark jeans and offering me his already-thick, already majestically-risen cock to suck. I took it in my mouth eagerly.

  Eric chose that moment to bite and nibble my breasts, lick and stimulate my sensitive, virgin cleavage with his tongue. “I’d like to put myself between here, rub myself on these beautiful milky-white and soft babies, if you let me, Gwendolyn,” he said. “If I had a bigger workspace, I would.”

  Through it all, I felt my pleasure rising. My pussy muscles beginning to clench around David’s tongue. Drag on it. David moaned low and deep, seeming to enjoy the wet, suctioned grapple between us. He forced his tongue in deeper, forcing me to tremble and shake.

  Travis guided my mouth further down his cock and as I went to cry out, he said, “You don’t want anyone hearing you, Gwendolyn. Sucking on me more will help you be nice and quiet.” That immediately made me harder. Wetter in David’s mouth, and he moaned. David grabbed me around my hips, and tasted me more earnestly than before.