Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  He stood up. “Do you see that mountain up there?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, watching as people moved across it.

  One by one, they each held up a sign with big, bold letters on them. I stood up and took a few steps forward, tilting my head. The message read, “I Have a Question.” I scrunched my eyebrows together and stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. I turned back to where Cameron was standing, lowering my eyes down and finding him kneeling in front of me. In his hands, he was holding a black velvet box.

  “Here, let me take her,” Hailey said, popping out from nowhere and smiling big at me.

  “Bea, beautiful Bea, I could barely go a year without you in my life,” he said. “Seriously, one day more, and I was pretty sure I was going to lose it. I can’t think of anyone on this earth that I would rather spend my life with, grow old with, and flutter off into the stars with. So, please, please, will you be my wife?”

  “Yes,” I shouted out in a mixture of laughter and tears. “Of course, I will.”

  Cameron stood up from the ground and scooped me into his arms, tears flowing down his cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, feeling every ounce of my love for him beating in my chest. He sat me down and softly kissed my lips, pulling away and slipping the beautiful diamond ring onto my finger. I shook my head as it sparkled in the rays of light cascading through the branches. Hailey walked over smiling, and handed me Lily, kissing me on the cheek. I beamed from ear to ear and then gasped as Lily muttered “dada” under her breath.

  I looked up at Cameron and smiled big as he pulled us both into a hug. This was everything I had ever dreamt about. I had the man of my dreams, I lived in the most beautiful place ever, and I had an amazingly smart and beautiful daughter. Fate had finally gone and done it, proving me wrong and bringing everything I ever wanted into my life, in a messy but perfect package. I looked up into Cameron’s light brown eyes, and my heart fluttered all over again, like the first time we met.

  “I love you, Bea,” he said.

  “I love you, too, forever,” I replied.

  *** Turn ahead to read – “Rescue Me” and find your perfect bad boy inside!!!***

  Rescue Me

  Blurb

  I love my life the way it is.

  No commitments, no heartbreaks!

  That’s until Josie enters my life.

  One look at those perfectly structured curves and legs that could go on forever,

  And I’m hooked.

  But things are not as simple as they seem.

  Josie and Blaine – they say we’re made for each other.

  Until death, mayhem, trickery, and suspense follows us down what appears to be a dead-end road.

  But guess what…

  I found a new purpose to my life – Protecting Josie.

  And this time, I am not letting her go…

  Chapter 1

  Blaine

  I was posted up at the bar, having some drinks and scoping out chicks, like any other night for me. However, this Friday, I’d decided on a bar in West Palm Beach, an area a bit rowdier than the bars in Palm Beach that I normally frequented. I came here because I needed a change of pace, and I didn’t feel like dealing with stuck-up bitches who were only looking for one thing, deep pockets.

  This bar, the Restless Wind, was a cool place to hang out in a relaxed atmosphere. It was a little dirty, a little shady, and full of normal, everyday people. West Palm Beach was a working town with lower to middle-class surroundings, people that worked hard for their money, and who liked to play just as hard. Palm Beach was for the rich people, the ones who owned companies, worked directly for the owner, or were trust fund babies.

  I was a little of both. I’d taken over my parents’ law firm, and I had a trust fund, but that life bored me. It was the same thing, day in and day out. Coming out to the Restless Wind was exactly what I needed to break the monotony.

  It was likely that I would see a fight while I was here, and wading through the chicks for a good one was definitely an interesting affair, but I didn’t have to worry about the silicone honeys only talking to me once I told them about the firm. I hated the damn business, anyway. I only worked their out of guilt and a sense of obligation. It had turned into a hassle and a headache.

  I hated going home alone and that was precisely why I was here, to pick up my next honey to keep my bed loud and my loneliness at bay. Every night, I had a new chick. It had been a really long time since I’d picked up a woman that I kept around for more than a night. Finding a girl out here took some time, but getting them in my bed was easy, especially when I told them where I lived.

  These chicks were the same as the Palm Beach ones, looking for their ticket to a more lucrative future. Only they didn’t have the fake tits and expensive makeup to get them there faster. Man, they had spirit, though. I loved a girl that was sassy and ready to give me some shit before I got her back to the bedroom. The girls out here were way more assertive as well, not just lying there with their tits bouncing up and down and their feet over their head. These girls liked to take control and get on top, riding me until the sun came up.

  Tonight, I was determined not to let the loneliness get ahold of me. I would definitely take some beautiful broad back to Palm Beach with me. Hell, I might just take a girl across the street to the beach and bend them over the rocks out by the water. It would keep me from having to get them out of my place in the morning, something I didn’t feel like dealing with.

  One thing all these chicks had in common was the fact that they were looking for their next husband. But not me. I wasn’t looking to find love and settle down. I had seen the family thing in motion, and I was not interested in becoming part of it in the least.

  I had much better things to do with my time than raising some snot-nosed kid while my wife bitched at me for going to the bar. Besides, no commitment meant no stress and no heartbreak, which to me, sounded like the perfect kind of lifestyle.

  These days, I had a hard enough time getting up and getting out of the house in one piece. I was surprised some days that I remembered to eat, much less take care of anyone else. I liked my freedom, I liked my quiet, and I liked to be able to combat any lack of companionship with a good amount of alcohol and a girl with her panties around her ankles, bent over a box in the back of the club. It was easy, clean, and simple, and I never had to worry about the drama and emotions of it all.

  I learned very quickly, when you let your emotions, good or bad, rule your existence, you were easily fooled into thinking life was long and good. I knew all too well that it was total bullshit, and no one really got to live the dream with the people they loved. It was a fairy tale, and I hadn’t seen the least bit of proof to show me otherwise.

  I was perfectly happy living off my inheritance, regardless of how dwindling it was, and not ever seeing the damn law firm again. My parents had been lawyers, and I had gone to school to become one because that was just what our family did. I could still remember the day so clearly in my mind.

  I was off for spring break, and I decided to go home to Palm Beach instead of joining my friends in the islands. I hadn’t seen my parents since New Year’s, and I thought it would be nice to surprise them and see how their firm was holding up. I also wanted to get some rest before starting to gear up for finals.

  My parents decided we should all go out on the sailboat, something my father had been dying to do all winter, but the storms had been so bad, he didn’t take the boat out of dry dock. We had spent hours getting the thing ready. When it was all set, we boarded her, and the three of us spent the day on the water.

  That night, though, as we headed back to shore, a group of kids were partying too hard and hauling ass through the waves without their lights on. Before my father could react, we were on them and both boats capsized. I was the only one still breathing when they pulled me out of the water. I didn’t remember anything after the crash, but I did know that I was lying in the hosp
ital, an orphan and the inheritor of my parents’ estate, including B & B Law Firm.

  I picked up my whiskey and took a sip. My thoughts were drowned out by the shrieks and yells from across the bar. I turned around on my stool and looked over, realizing that those noises were coming from a very drunk bachelorette party. I loved these damn things. They were full of drunken women, hopeful for the future because their girlfriend was getting married, and ready to get laid by random guys, just like me. I turned back around and smiled, thankful that these chicks pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded to the bartender, and he walked over.

  “Do me a favor,” I whispered. “Send that bachelorette party a bottle of your best champagne on me.”

  “Absolutely,” the guy said, though I wasn’t even sure this bar carried champagne.

  I waited until the bartender delivered the bottle before standing up and straightening my shirt and pants. I dressed down as much as I could when I came out to places like this, but my closet only got so casual. I chose to wear my Dior button-down, jeans, and my Sperry’s. As always, my blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, and my blue eyes glimmered and reflected the hopes of hundreds of wasted girls.

  The girls cheered as the cork popped out of the bottle, and fizzy liquid flowed into their glasses. The bride-to-be raised the bottle to me, and I nodded my head, watching the other girls’ eyes flow over me hungrily. I stopped momentarily, looking past the horde to several women from the bachelorette party dancing to the music in the background. I knew I had found my prey for the night.

  She swayed her hips to the music, dressed in a tight black dress and heels, with dark hair and beautiful matching eyes. She was a goddess of West Palm Beach bars. She did not fit in at all, but she probably wouldn’t have fit in over in Palm Beach, either. She was absolutely stunning in every way, and her curves were structured perfectly, aligning with her long sexy legs. Her tits were bouncy and real, and immediately, I pictured myself sucking her nipple right into my mouth.

  I watched as she drank her bubbly and giggled with the other girls, her feet not quite firmly planted, but good enough to keep control of herself. Instantly, I knew this was my girl of the night, hands down, no questions asked. I had to have her. I scanned her hand for a ring but was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t legally attached. Her friends looked up at me and giggled, catching her attention. She looked at them with a confused face and then turned back toward me, running her eyes from my feet to my head. She squinted her eyes and put her hands on her waist, challenging me almost. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but I knew where my mind was.

  I moved in for the kill.

  “Hi,” I said, leaning in close to her and smelling her sweet perfume. “Do you want to dance?”

  She looked at me for a moment, biting her lip, obviously unsure of whether she wanted to take the plunge. That, or she was playing hard to get and already knew she was going to take the invitation. Either way, I didn’t care. I just wanted my hands on her body. She nodded, and I smiled charmingly, winking at her friends as I took her by the hand and walked her out to the dancefloor. I could hear the girls giggling behind us. Once out there, I wasted no time getting my hands on those curves, and I pulled her close, brushing my mouth across her cheek and pursing my lips at her ear. I could feel the goosebumps popping up on her skin, and I smiled, knowing I had won already.

  “You look fucking amazing,” I whispered.

  She giggled and then pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes. Something in my chest felt like electricity, and I diverted my attention, shaking the feeling away. I ran my hand down her arm as we swayed to the music. I wondered what her name was. She had to have a sexy name, something that screamed confidence but at the same time, showed a vulnerability for a handsome man in a club.

  “What’s your name beautiful?”

  “Josie,” she whispered. “You?”

  “Blaine,” I said, smiling.

  “Well, Blaine,” she said, slapping my chest with both hands. “I need some air. Walk me outside?”

  I shook my head and took her by the hand, leading her through the crowd and out the door. She stumbled slightly, and I grabbed her arm, watching as she leaned down and took her heels off. She leaned her head back and took in a deep breath of air, still clasping my arm. I pulled her along, looking at her mischievously as we crossed the street and walked into the sand. She struggled to get through the cool, sinking grains, so I turned and scooped her into my arms, cradling her as we walked toward the crashing waves. She laughed loudly as I ran toward the ocean, pretending that I was going to throw her in. I set her down on her feet and looked down in her eyes. She was fucking stunning.

  I wanted to waste no time getting things going, knowing that I was tired from a long day, and this girl right was definitely the cure. I leaned down and pressed my mouth against hers, happy to feel her immediately melt into my kiss. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, opening her lips and allowing my tongue to slip inside. She tasted amazing, and I couldn’t help but give myself a mental high-five. She was the first girl I saw, and I got her out of that bar in record time. Talk about getting lucky.

  Chapter 2

  Josie

  The bar was bumping, and all I could think about was how freaking lucky I just happened to get that night. There was this guy, who seemingly came out of nowhere, with perfectly done blonde hair, ice blue eyes, muscles that made me swoon, and the most charming smile I had ever seen on a man, and he was dancing with me. I didn’t know what I would have thought sober, but through my beer goggles, he was attractive, smart, successful, and seemed to be a pretty nice guy.

  He bought my girl, Jane, the bride-to-be, an extremely expensive bottle of champagne and just told me how good I looked. He seemed like fucking Prince Charming compared to the guys that I met on a daily basis in West Palm Beach. He definitely seemed like he was not from the area, and I assumed he was from the ritzy part of Palm Beach, at least that was what his designer clothes were telling me.

  I had drunk a serious amount of alcohol, the most I had drunk since I was in college. The shots they gave us were fruity and sweet and went down like water, but damn did they ever pack a punch. Either way, this hot and steamy blonde boy was making the room spin, holding me closely and dancing. Well, unless that was the booze spinning the room, but either way, it was definitely shaping up to be a top night for me. I could feel the heat of the bar starting to make me slightly dizzy.

  “Well, Blaine,” I said after finding out his name. “I need some air. Walk me outside?”

  He shook his head and grabbed my hand gently, pulling me through the crowd and out the door. As soon as the cool ocean breeze hit my face, I started to feel better, but apparently, my legs didn’t get that memo because I stumbled forward, grabbing onto Blaine’s arm. I reached down and took my heels off, destined to break my leg in the damn things. I leaned my head back and took in a deep breath, hoping it would help to sober me up just a little bit. Before I could open my eyes, I felt him tugging on my arm, and I started walking with him across the street and down onto the beach. The sand was cold, and my feet sunk right in, taking full advantage of my alcoholic knees. Blaine turned toward me and scooped me into his arms, running toward the ocean. I laughed loudly as he swayed my body over the waves before setting me down and looking at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

  He leaned forward and kissed my lips, and I immediately fell into him, letting my lips meld into his. It was this incredibly handsome man, kissing me on the beach as the waves washed over my feet and the moon was shining brightly in the sky. I don’t know what happened, but it was just like some ridiculous romantic movie.

  The feel of his lips and the way the world spun around me with my eyes closed, buckled me at the knees. I hollered as my legs gave way, but Blaine reached out and grabbed me, lifting me back to my feet and holding me upright. He laughed as I swayed in his arms, looking up at his gorgeous face. This guy better freaking take me home because I wanted to see wha
t he looked like naked.

  “Whoa there,” he said, chuckling. “Careful. It doesn’t look like you’ve got your sea legs quite yet.”

  “That’s okay,” I said, grinning. “I have this handsome sailor to hold me up.”

  Well, at least that’s what went through my mind to say, but I was pretty sure the words were way more slurred than that. I could feel his strong hands around my body, his fingertips grazing the side of my breast. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again, and I couldn’t stop smiling like a complete idiot. This guy needed to get a move on because this beach and I were not getting along. However, his eyes went from mischievous to careful very quickly, and I could see his mood swiftly change. I hoped I hadn’t done anything wrong, but from the looks of it, his agenda had completely changed. Damn the alcohol, and damn the irresponsible taking of shots. This guy was a ten, or he might have even broken the scale.