Boy Toy Auction

by C. A. Harms

  “Like.” He shrugs, giving me back a little of the teasing I am offering.

  “Well, I could change.” I flip my hair as I reach up to push it back behind my shoulder. In the process, I extend my chest out and his nostrils flare. “If you’d like me too.”

  “No.” I almost laugh at the strenuous way his voice says the word. “It’s good, we’re good.” He nods. The muscles in the side of his neck flex, and his hand slides down along the trim around the door.

  I lift my hand, placing my finger against the exposed skin between my breasts and carefully trace over it, his eyes following my movements. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be too tired to…” I pause, loving the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard.

  “Not tired,” he ensures me, and I can’t control the smile that creeps over my lips. “I suddenly feel very, very awake.”

  I lower my gaze and his hand follows, just as he places his palm over his growing erection and pushes downward. Then he is moving, one long stride after another until he is standing less than a foot away from me. Tilting my head back, I look up into his lust-filled eyes and adding to the moment, I trace over my lower lip with my tongue.

  Immediately he grips the back of my neck, pulling me forward with purpose, covering my mouth with his. With hungry, maddening kisses one after the other, he wastes no further time.

  I work his belt loose and lower his zipper, but the idea of releasing him from his boxers is lost when I feel him slide his hand around my back and reach forward between my legs. The second his finger grazes over my wetness I feel my knees weaken.

  “I love this,” he assures me just before he pushes the tip of his finger inside me. “Nothing stopping me from touching you right here.” Sliding farther into me, he bites my lower lip and thrusts his hips forward.

  “Fucking perfect,” he growls, and before I can say anything in return, he is gripping my waist and lifting me. Using the weight of his body, he pins me to the wall behind us, and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist for extra support.

  “You make me crazy, baby.” I love when his movements grow demanding, and his actions quicken. It is the need I know he holds at that moment that makes me feel so alive, like he can’t wait to touch me, like if he had to wait for a second longer he’d lose his mind.

  I lift my hips enough for him to continue to pull his cock free just before he finds my wetness. I take away his effort to enter me when I slam down, taking him entirely inside as I moan his name. It isn’t lost on me that we have foregone a condom, but at this point it no longer matters. I am protected, but if by some chance it falters I would only be given yet another piece of this man who I love uncontrollably.

  “Fuck.” He bites my shoulder as he grips my hips tighter and uses them as leverage to shift my body up and down against his own. With each thrust, I feel the tension inside me grow. My head grows hazy and though I hear his husky whisper saying words over and over in my ear, I can’t comprehend them fully. It feels too amazing; we feel too good.

  I can’t keep the laughter hidden any longer as I lift my head from the floor to look around at the space we just destroyed. The sheets and blankets that were once on the bed are now in a wadded pile on the floor. Pillows were strewn all over in the heat of the moment along with a lamp that had once been on the nightstand near the bed. It was now lying on its side. Well, more like upside down, really.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I look in Nic’s direction and find him lying flat on the floor at my side, naked. His head is turned to the side, but his voice still sounds muffled from the way his mouth presses against the carpet.

  “I think we broke the lamp,” I say. He only shrugs, still unmoving. “Did we break you too?”

  “Not broken,” he corrects, “just completely satisfied.”

  I don’t press more because I know exactly what he meant. But it isn’t only that I am sexually satisfied, it is so much more. I am complete.

  My father was sentenced to spend the next thirty years in prison. He did make one attempt to reach me during his trial, but I ignored his request. I want nothing to do with him or that life. So much has changed because I finally feel like I found the real me.

  I am able to do a lot of volunteer work, both with the younger and older crowd. I go to the children’s center once a week and the retirement home every Tuesday and Thursday. I’ve also taken a part-time position as the coordinator of events for the city. It isn’t about the money, not anymore. Nic has a way of making me feel good with every little thing I do, and he ensures I have the freedom to do the things I love.

  He was right when he told me six months ago that I was moving in with him. From the day I left Gianna’s and came here I’ve never left. His home is my home now, but any home would be a home as long as I shared it with Nic. He is my comfort and my solace; not the four walls that surround us.

  Nicholas

  “What’s that?”

  I look down at the envelope I hold and smile as I shift it in Emerson’s direction. She takes it, looks over the return address on the front and raises her eyebrow. “It would seem that they are requesting my presence at their upcoming event. Being that I was their hottest ticket, I can’t say I blame them.”

  I watch and wait for her response. I know the wheels in her mind are turning. The gorgeous woman before me has come so far since she rid herself of the man who had been dragging her down her entire life. She is vibrant, so happy and outgoing now. Even if I want to slow her down, I don’t think I can. Watching her each day has been a journey in itself. Emerson has so much to give, and I know this is just the beginning.

  “I guess it’s about time I trade you in,” she finally speaks, pulling me back to the current topic. “I wonder who they’ll auction off this year?” She looks away from me and back to the paper she is unfolding. “I do think that they should offer a glimpse of the lineup somehow. Like bios or even headshots.”

  She is attempting to get a rise out of me.

  “Gia and I were talking the other day about the auction coming up. Wondering what we’d wear and who else we would invite to tag along. Make a girls’ night out of it.” Her lips curve into a smile. “That is, until we won our men because after that, we would most definitely want to branch off and enjoy our prize alone.”

  “Is that right?” She nods. “So, are you saying that I should accept the invitation to attend?”

  “It is for a good cause.” Emerson places the envelope with the invitation on top on the counter and moves toward the sink. With her back to me, she continues, “I think you should probably get a refresher course on your dance moves, not that they weren’t great, but I think they could be better.”

  The woman is a brat at times, one who loves to get a rise out of me. She strives for it, testing my limits daily and I’ll admit I enjoy it too. At times.

  “So, you don’t like my moves?”

  She doesn’t turn to face me as I begin to walk in her direction. Not even when I step behind her and place one hand on either side of her body. Instead, she pushes her ass back against me and gives it a slight shift.

  “Ready to trade me in already, huh?”

  “I just don’t think it’s fair for me to tie you down when there are just so many other options out there.” Leaning in, I press a kiss against her shoulder. “Seems a little selfish on my part, don’t you think?”

  “A little.” I continue up the side of her neck to the space just below her ear. “I am one hell of a prize.” This time I push my hips forward, feeling myself begin to grow harder. With my hand, I grip her hip and toy with the edge of her tank top. The second my fingers graze over her stomach, she shivers. “So if you’ve had your fix, then I should accept.” The dish she holds in her hands slips from her grasp and lands in the soapy water, splashing it onto the front of her shirt.

  Her breathing speeds up to more of an even, rhythmic pant. Her nipples harden beneath the thin material of her shirt, and I smile against the side of her neck.

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p; “I think we should take full advantage of the next couple months though.” She nods and I know at that point she has no fucking clue what she agreed to. She is so lost in her need and it makes my heart race.

  As my thumb grazes over her nipple, her body bucks against mine.

  “I think your shorts are in the way.” She quickly hurries to lower them and I find her actions very satisfying. I’d planned to tell her so were her panties, but she takes away that option when she pushes them down too.

  Taking my free hand off the counter I push my shorts lower and fist my already hard cock, giving it a gentle stroke. I want to make her wait just a few more minutes, because a crazed and desperate Emerson is my absolute favorite. Especially when it is me she is in such great need of.

  Once I enter her from behind, she practically melts in my arms, leaning over the counter before her to support her body. With long, slow strokes, I drag out the pleasure and grow even more satisfied when she begins to whisper “more,” over and over again.

  “You still think you’ve had enough?”

  “God no.” Emerson pushes back against me, demanding I speed up the pace. “Do you think there’s someone else that could make you feel better than this?” She shakes her head. Even the idea of another man touching her drives me mad. She is mine, she will always be mine.

  Without a chance of holding back a second longer, I begin to quicken my movements. Easily forgotten is our teasing game and in its place there is nothing but deep moans of pleasure, the whispered words of appreciation for what we give one another, and the cry of release as we both reach our peak together.

  We walk along the edge of the water, her hand held firmly in mine. Just that morning she’d gotten word that her mother sold everything and moved to an unknown destination. The woman never once tried to reach out to her daughter, but I think Emerson had already known that she wouldn’t.

  My heart breaks for her because I still am not sure how anyone can forget her so easily. Emerson’s a beautiful soul, so kind and compassionate that she manages to knock me on my ass daily. My mother and sister have taken her in as part of our family and I can’t be more thankful. Never have they treated her like anything less than the amazing woman she is. They love her, adore her, and are about as ready as I am to make things official.

  I want to make her mine entirely. The last step to clear her of the Mansfield link.

  The feel of the cooling water runs over our feet, and she hops on one foot, her body pressing into mine from the side. “That is so cold.” Yet she still kicks at it with her feet and as it retreats, she steps out, almost as if she is chasing it.

  My free hand remains inside my pocket as I toy with the ring it holds. A ring that I bought two days after I told her one day that I would eventually make her a Vaughn. That was close to seven months ago, and I’ve been waiting for the chance to ask her. I wanted to give her time to heal, time to find out who she was, and time for her to learn to love herself.

  It’s been a pleasure watching that all happen.

  “So, I have some time I can take off from work.” I look out over the water though I can see out of the corner of my eye that she looks up at me. “I thought that I’d use it to take you away for a week or two.”

  “Where would we go?”

  We stop walking, me still looking out over the water as she continues to look at me from the side. There is no right or wrong way to do this; I just know that I have never been more sure about something in my life. Living without Emerson by my side was not an option. I need her and I know that fact will never change.

  “Depends on what you would prefer.” I finally take the time to look over at her to find her staring back at me with excitement in her eyes. I feel the same way every day when I wake up—I fall in love with her all over again. “We can stay in a villa in Tahiti that overlooks the water. Wake up to views of the lagoon and Mount Otemanu every day.” A smile creeps over her lips, and I know she loves that idea for sure. “Or we could also go—”

  “I’ve never been to Tahiti.” She stops me before I can go on with different ideas. I am glad because I love the idea of staying in a secluded villa, holding her captive in bed, hours upon hours with the windows and open balcony doors allowing the breeze to blow through.

  “Neither have I, but Will and his wife went there to celebrate their fifth anniversary. They loved it and with all the pictures and videos he’s shared, it looks like the perfect place to go.” Her eyes light up. “Romantic, or so his wife says.” Emerson nods her head, getting that dreamy look in her eyes almost like she can see it.

  “A week, maybe, or a little longer with travel.” I pinch the ring in my pocket between my fingers and am careful to remove it so she doesn’t see before I am ready. “I was thinking May 3rd.” I step around her so we are face to face and I am able to look directly into her eyes.

  “Well, you know that my schedule won’t be that hard to adjust.” That is just another thing I love. For once in her life, she is doing what she wants and not what she was being forced to do. I am able to give her that and I will continue to do so for as long as she allows. I love taking care of her. “If we leave on May 3rd, how long would it be until we got there?”

  “I thought that we would leave on May 4th.”

  She tilts her head slightly and gives me a confused stare. “But you just said May 3rd?”

  “Yes,” I nod, “but I never said exactly what we would be doing on May 3rd.”

  “You’ve lost me.” Her forehead wrinkles up and I lean in to give her a quick kiss which changes her expression almost immediately.

  “On May 3rd, I wanna marry my best friend,” I say, feeling my heart race in my chest. “And then on May 4th I’d like to take her away to celebrate.”

  Tears fill Emerson’s eyes and I reach up to cup her cheek as I place my lips to hers once again. “So what do you say, beautiful, are you ready to marry me?”

  “Yes.” Her whisper sounds hoarse. “I’m so ready.”

  I lean away from her, but only long enough to slide the ring I’ve held onto for a long time on her finger. Her eyes widen when she takes it in, and a tear runs over her cheek.

  “It's beautiful.” She looks away from the ring and her gaze connects with mine.

  “Not even half as beautiful as the woman wearing it.” Her eyes close and I let her have her moment before she opens them again. “I love you, Em, and that will never change. I want us to build a life together, one that is so full of happiness that the memories of the past will never taint it.” She nods. “I’ll always cherish you, care for you, and protect you. You’re my everything.”

  “And you are mine.”

  Two years later

  Emerson

  Call me evil, but seeing Gianna waddling toward me is the best thing ever. I said she glowed, she said I was ridiculous, but it’s true. She married Spencer a little over eight months ago, and six weeks later she found out she was pregnant, with twins.

  She reaches the table where I sit in the deli that we both visit often. They have the most delicious wraps and homemade muffins in the world, I swear it. When she braces herself on the small table and lets out a huff of air, which makes the hair that had fallen in her face puff outward, I can’t control myself. Laughter spills from me, which only causes my little angel to stir in my arms.

  I vowed the very second the nurse placed my daughter in my arms and I saw her sweet face that never would she ever be taken for granted. I would adore her every second of every day. I’d do everything I could to make her see that she could be anything she wanted and do great things.

  Amara was born four and a half months ago and instantly became the center of my world and Nic’s. I don’t mind sharing that space in his heart with her because she is a piece of us, a creation from the love he and I share. There will never be another moment in my life that will replace the feeling I got when he held our daughter for the first time. The joy, the love, and the completion that shone in his eyes as he ran his finger
along her cheek and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead let me know right then that he is the greatest man. He is everything and more and the way he loves us both—it makes me feel like I have the world at my fingertips.

  “I’ll trade you,” Gia says, reminding me where I am and pulling me out of my head. “You take these little devils that seem to find kicking my bladder a source of entertainment, and I’ll take Amara. She’s so peaceful and there is just one of her.”

  “First of all, she is not always this peaceful.” Like this morning when Nic and I were attempting to take advantage of the few minutes we had alone, and she picked that time to have a full-blown breakdown. My body is still wound tight and craves the release I was cheated of. “Second, you only have a short time left and the minute they are here you’ll forget all about the punts to your organs.”

  “Short time would be a day or two, not months.” I felt sorry for her, I honestly did. She is carrying the weight of two energetic little boys, and her feet swell more often than not. But I know from experience that in the end, the torture for her would all be worth it.

  “I told Spencer that after this, he’s getting fixed.”

  I snicker and try to hide it as I lean over and place my mouth to the side of Amara’s head.

  “I mean it, Em,” she adds. “He said he wanted two kids when I met him. I agreed that two wouldn’t be bad. So he’s getting his two in one shot.”

  “True.” I am finally able to clear the humored expression from my face.

  “You would think so, but no.” She leans back and stretches her legs out before her. “Now he’s insisting we try again for a girl in a year or so. Know now—that is not going to happen. I’m okay with what we got. Either he gets fixed, or he finds another means for some action because this baby hotel is closed for business after these rowdy boys.”