by Tess Summers
A hot little brunette in a red dress and another equally good-looking redhead were in a bidding war over the blonde fire captain. Maybe Ron was too harsh with his hose dragger assessment. He might not be with Brenna after all, and it seemed like he was raising some decent money for the opportunity to be his date.
Finally, the redhead conceded to the brunette’s winning nine hundred dollar submission. He watched the man descend the stairs and, per protocol, escort the winner to where she could pay. It seemed the custom was also spending the rest of the evening with the lady who ponied up the money to go out with the gentleman in the future.
Ron was up next. He hadn’t been half-naked on stage earlier so he wasn’t expecting his date would bring in very much money. He’d be impressed with three hundred dollars.
One of the busty brunettes from his table, who had been quite blatant with rubbing her tits against him, started the bidding with two hundred dollars.
Not bad. Maybe he’d pull in more than he thought.
The auctioneer couldn’t keep up with how fast the smaller increments were being signaled so he started to increase the bid by fifty dollars instead of twenty-five.
As the dollar amount increased, most of the women dropped out. It was down to just two–the woman from his table who’d started the bidding and...
Sarah.
He sighed internally. He thought she understood things weren’t going to work out between them.
Both women seemed equally determined, and they had raised the bid to eleven hundred dollars. He was sort of relieved when it appeared the woman from his table was the winner. She was hot, in a slutty way. Maybe it was time he let loose, and she seemed to be perfect to help him do just that.
The auctioneer was saying, “going once,” when out of nowhere, he heard a voice say, “Five thousand dollars.”
He knew that voice. It came from a goddamn blonde in the front row wearing a baby blue sleeveless dress that made her hair stand out and her eyes look like the ocean in her backyard.
The one who he’d told he didn’t want to see again.
There were no more bids after that and the place erupted with applause when the auctioneer announced, “Sold!”
What the fuck was Brenna up to? She wasn’t going to fuck with his head again. He’d write her a five thousand dollar check to cover her cost, but he was not going out with her.
He knew the whole place was watching, so he put on his best smile as the spotlight followed him down the stairs to where Brenna was sitting and offered her his arm. Once the spotlight left them, he yanked her into an empty office before they made it to the cashier.
Her skin felt like silk.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.
She played dumb as she looked up at him with her big doe eyes. “Buying a tour of the base and a helicopter ride.”
He could smell her flowery shampoo. The effect it was having on his cock only served to piss him off even more, and he stood glaring at her.
“You should have bid on someone else’s date. I’m not going out with you. I’ll pay your bill.”
“Won’t that be an interesting headline: ‘General Refuses Widow’s Money for the Wounded Warrior Project.’”
He glared at her. “They’re getting paid either way.”
She smirked and he wanted to wipe it off her face–with his cock.
“Do you think the press will care about that detail, especially when I go to them insulted and hurt after having made such a nice donation in the past? People will think twice before giving Wounded Warriors any more money, if that’s how you treat your donors. And don’t you have a big promotion coming up? That probably won’t reflect very well on you.”
She pretended to grimace on his behalf.
She is fucking blackmailing me.
At least she had the decency to take a step back when he loomed over her. Then she licked her fucking lips, something his dick took notice of.
Goddamn this woman.
Ron took another menacing step toward her, and she continued to retreat until she was against the wall.
He was livid. But his cock wasn’t getting the message. Maybe he could fuck her out of his system.
Trapping her body with his, he brought his face within inches of hers as he pressed against her.
“Is this what you want, Brenna?”
She didn’t answer him, but he could see by the way her pupils dilated it was exactly what she wanted.
His lips hovered momentarily before capturing hers–almost gently at first, but when she returned the kiss, he took a deep breath then enveloped her mouth with his.
He ran his hands crudely over her tits and down her sides, hiking up her dress to her waist. He reached between her legs, and found her panties wet, just like he knew he would.
Her hands came up to his chest in a mock attempt to push him away. Grabbing both her wrists, he pinned them over her head with one hand and pushed her underwear aside with the other.
“Is this what you were hoping to get for your five thousand dollars?” he growled in her ear.
He thrust two fingers inside her soaked pussy, and she cried out, pushing her hips against his hand. His mouth was forceful on hers, and he continued to roughly ram his digits inside her, pulling his lips from hers only to hurl more offenses at her.
“Kyle can’t get you off so you have to buy a date with me?”
His thumb grazed her clit, and he felt her jump.
“Do you moan my name when he fucks you?”
Panting heavily, she still said nothing while she moved her hips in rhythm with his hand, and he felt her getting wetter.
Uh uh. She’s not coming this way.
He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants just enough to get his cock out. With no pleasantries, he pushed himself inside her. Fuck, she was tight.
Like she’d been waiting just for him to fuck her again.
He’d had makeup sex before, but that’s not what this was. This was angry sex. He wanted to punish her for everything she’d put him through–every sleepless night, pissed off feeling, pang of guilt and regret, and the fact that even angry, his need for her consumed him–his cock was going to take it all out on her pussy.
He let go of her wrists and tugged her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to feast on while he buried himself inside her. His other hand roughly squeezing and pinching her boob, at the same time he punished her with his cock. He wanted her to feel every thrust to her core.
Burrowed into her neck, he realized how much he still craved her smell, her taste, her touch… and it made him want to fuck her even harder.
Thrust after thrust, he drove into her while she whimpered and moaned. Her tits moving with every push.
“Damn you for making me want you,” he growled as he slammed into her.
“Damn you for making me love you.” Another hard thrust, and she was holding onto him with all her might.
“And damn you for breaking my heart,” he said through gritted teeth, spilling his seed inside her.
He continued ramming into her, and she began to cry out, clinging to him while she came all over his cock. He used to love how her pussy quivered around him while he was still inside her. He fucking still loved it, but he’d be damned if he was going to admit it, even to himself.
Ron pressed his arm against the wall next to her ear and leaned his forehead onto it as he caught his breath.
She hadn’t uttered a word since her blackmail threat.
When he looked down at her, he felt ashamed to see her gazing at him with an expression of hope.
She was not supposed to be looking at him like that. She was supposed to hate him now. This was not a new beginning, this was an attempt to exorcize his need for her.
It appears he failed all the way around.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Tucking himself back in his pants, he averted any more eye contact and grumbled, “Call my secretary and schedule a day to come to
the base,” then turned and left her leaning against the wall, her skirt still hiked around her waist.
He had to get out of there before he swept her up in his arms and fell for her lies again.
Chapter Forty-Six
Brenna
Brenna touched her bruised lips as she watched Ron walk out the door of the deserted office he’d just pushed her into.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Bidding on his date was a mistake. A huge one. She should have listened when he said they were done. But as usual, she didn’t.
She knew she’d made him lose control, and she knew that was something that didn’t happen very often to her Marine. But still, she thought he owed her more than a “call my secretary” while he zipped up after their little rough and fast dalliance.
She pushed her skirt down, the effects of Ron’s orgasm leaking out of her.
That bastard fucked me and left.
It was slowly sinking in, and she was getting more pissed by the second.
Brenna came out of the office angry. Their conversation was not done, and she definitely wasn’t okay with him walking away after what just happened between them.
And what the hell did he mean I broke his heart? I ‘made’ him love me?
She laughed out loud.
Look in the mirror, prick–you were the one who broke my heart, and I didn’t ‘make’ you do anything.
Except she was going to ‘make’ him listen when she gave him a piece of her mind.
She looked around and couldn’t find him.
I’ll bet that bastard left.
Then she spotted him. All cozied up with the woman from his table that Brenna had outbid in the last second.
Talk about a blow to the gut.
She had a decision to make. She’d come out of the office, guns a-blazing, ready to take no prisoners and let him have it, but looking at him now with that woman less than five minutes after he’d just been intimate with her made her feel used and cheap.
Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the bathroom to compose herself in private.
After cleaning up and fixing her hair and makeup while talking to herself, she knew what she had to do. Hopefully the son-of-a-bitch hadn’t left yet with the woman who was going to get her sloppy seconds.
Nope, they were still at the table flirting when she walked out of the restroom.
Brenna approached them without a step of hesitation. Ron seemed startled to see her standing there.
Really? You’re surprised? That just shows how little you really know me, fucker.
With a sweet smile, she turned to the woman whose chair he had his arm on.
“The committee would like to accept your offer of eleven hundred dollars for a date with him.” She jerked her head toward Ron. “I agreed to make up the thirty-nine hundred dollar difference of my original bid.”
Not pausing for a reply, Brenna then focused her attention to Ron. Looking him up and down, she said with disdain, “Your performance wasn’t even worth a tenth of that, but I was feeling generous.” She didn’t wait to see his reaction before returning to the brunette.
With a smirk, she told the pretty bitch, “Enjoy. You might want him to shower first though, you know, to get my scent off him,” then spun on her heel and headed back to her table.
Go fuck yourself, Ron Thompson.
She put one arm around Cassie and the other around Luke, and smiled at the new handsome strangers who were now sitting at their table.
“Who feels like getting drunk with me?”
Thank God she got a unanimous “me!” from everyone.
“First round’s on me,” she exclaimed way more merrily than she was feeling.
They got their shots and Brenna offered up a toast. “To heroes in calendars!”
“To heroes in calendars!” they all repeated as their glasses clinked in the middle. She looked over and saw Ron watching her. With a cold glare she gestured her shot glass toward him, then tossed the Patron back. She kept his stare, while nonchalantly sucking on the lemon slice. Someone approached his table, and he broke away to focus on the person talking to him.
Brenna learned that her new tablemates consisted of one Marine captain, Cooper Johnson, who worked at the same base as Ron, and the rest were all SWAT guys who worked with Luke. Craig Baxter, Mr. Full Body Massage himself, was now part of their group since the woman who paid top dollar for a date with him had to go home because she had to work in the morning.
She also discovered while she was getting fucked by Ron, Cassie had bid on Luke’s date and got away with paying just five hundred dollars for it. Turns out, Luke winked and blew a kiss to her sister while he was on stage, quashing any other girl’s hopes that she had a chance with him, so Cass didn’t have a lot of competition.
“I wonder if I’ll get anything else for my five hundred dollars,” Cassie whispered to Brenna.
Luke’s smile let them know he’d heard and was looking forward to showing her what she was going to get for her winning bid.
They did shot after shot, and eventually the ache in Brenna’s heart was dulled–probably because she was no longer thinking–or seeing–straight, which helped her stop looking for Ron. Captain Baxter was getting friendlier by the drink and more than once suggested he help her get home.
Each time, she’d smile and tell him in not so many words, thanks but no thanks. He was fucking gorgeous but she wasn’t feeling it. Brenna got the feeling he wasn’t told no very often.
When last call was announced, she stood, wobbling a little, and declared she was leaving. The SWAT captain rose to walk her out and the rest of the group followed suit. They were all standing on the sidewalk out front saying their goodbyes and waiting for cabs and Ubers.
“Why don’t we share a cab?” Craig offered one more time.
Brenna laughed. “I’ll be okay to get home. My favorite Uber driver is working tonight.”
“Are you sure?”
Just then, Ron appeared at her side.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Superman himself,” Brenna sneered then put her index finger to the side of her mouth in a contemplative gesture. “Or should I say, Mr. Fuck and Run? Personally I like just plain ol’ asshole; it rolls off the tongue easier.”
Holding her elbow, he said, “Let’s get you home,” in a low voice, like he didn’t want to draw unwanted interest to what was transpiring.
Ha ha, fat chance, fucker.
She belligerently tugged her elbow out of his grasp and loudly said, “Don’t touch me! Don’t ever touch me again!”
Ron looked around at the group whose full attention was now on him and Brenna. Craig seemed to have squared his shoulders, then Cassie walked by and patted his back on her way to put her arm around Brenna.
“Honey, let Ron take you home.”
“No, Greg is going to take me home!”
The captain corrected her, “Craig.”
“Sorry,” she threw back over her shoulder.
Cassie was using her soothing voice, which never actually soothed Brenna, it usually only pissed her off more. “Craig isn’t able to drive, Ron is. Let him drive you home.”
Brenna whirled back at Ron, slurring her words as she taunted him.
“Did Sloppy Seconds have a change of heart? Is that why you want to take me home now? Pick up where we left off?”
Ron seemed amused. “I just want to make sure you get home safely, and since I know where you live and still have a key to your house, I can easily do that.”
Drunk, aggressive Brenna came out swinging.
“Why do you care what happens to me? We’re over, remember? You said so yourself–except you must have forgot that when you were fucking me tonight. But boy, it all came back to you once you pulled your pants up and went to be with your new big-boobed girlfriend!”
Ron took a deep breath. She was hoping to embarrass him, but he seemed more annoyed than anything.
When she failed to get the reaction she was hoping fo
r her, she spat out, “And I definitely didn’t get my money’s worth!”
*
Ron
Ron shot Cassie a questioning look and the younger girl nodded slightly.
“Okay, drunk girl, time to go.”
Ron hoisted Brenna over his shoulder and carried her off while she began having a temper tantrum, kicking and hitting his back and butt with her fists.
Whack!
“Did you just spank me?” she shrieked.
Whack! Whack!
“You spanked me!”
Ron didn’t miss a step while telling her, “If you’re going to behave like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.”
That seemed to settle her down.
“Put me down.”
He ignored her and kept walking.
“You better put me down right now or I’m going to puke all over you.”
That got his attention, and he set her on her feet, steadying her until she got her bearings.
Poor, pitiful drunk Brenna decided to make an appearance and tears started to flow down her cheeks.
“I don’t want to go with you.”
“Well, you’ve had too much to drink, and I need to make sure you get home okay.”
“Why do you care if I get home okay?”
With a grin and an amused tone, he replied, “Because I care about you.”
He’d admitted that to himself somewhere between coming inside her tonight and watching her get drunk with a table full of guys who were doing their damnedest to take her home, despite her obvious lack of interest.
She stuck her bottom lip out.
“You don’t care about me; you used me. You think I’m a cheater. You love Big Boobs now.”
He smirked and thought about telling her that nobody’s tits would ever compare to hers, but instead urged her to keep walking.
“I don’t love her–I love you,” he whispered in her ear and put his arm around her shoulders to help steer the stumbling woman to his black F150.
After boosting her into the cab and getting her situated, he came round to the driver’s side and started the engine.
Brenna stared at him for a minute before stating matter-of-factly, “I don’t like you anymore.”
