The pieces fell into place in a very ugly puzzle. My father wasn't just going to auction me off; he was going to force me to marry whoever won. Aaron or Quinn. Both the same age as my father. Both with hungry gazes on me.
Whoever won me intended to consummate the relationship, with or without my consent, before the end of the night.
For the record, they absolutely didnothave my consent.
"Let's get on with this, shall we?" Imogen said. "I'm sure you boys are very eager to begin."
"By all means." Quinn moved over to the kitchen to pour himself a drink from a decanter on the counter. After a moment, my father and Aaron moved over to do the same.
"Who wants to start the bidding?" Dad asked.
Before anyone could say another word, the door opened again.
"Starting without us?" Forrest strode in, followed by Woody and Leif.
CHAPTER 22
WOODY
"You guys didn't believe she'd voluntarily walk away from us, did you?" I asked. The accusing expression on my face wasn't very convincing. Even I knew that and I couldn't see it.
I didn't think Forrest or Leif bought Benjamin's spin.
No, I was the dumbass who bought it. Hook, line, sinker and old boot fished up from the bottom of the Hudson.
"I could say I took your word for it when you said she left because she wanted to leave," Leif said, checking his gun before slipping it into the waistband of his jeans. He already had a knife in his boot and another up his sleeve.
"Since when have you believed anything I said?" I asked, checking my own gun.
"You have a point there." Leif actually grinned at me.
Prick.
"I'd flip you off but my hands are busy," I told him.
"A common occurrence with you," he teased.
"Ha fucking ha," I growled. "Do you see my hand around my cock?" My hand was around the barrel of a gun, pointed roughly in the direction of his balls. If he wasn't careful, he'd tempt me to pull the trigger.
"Not yet," Leif said. "I thought you might do that while Forrest and I go and save our woman."
"First of all, you're not leaving me behind," I said, glaring at him, then at Forrest, who hadn't said a word yet. He was too busy getting his weapons ready while looking a million bucks in an expensive suit.
"Second of all, if I let you leave without me, I wouldn't be getting myself off. I'd be plotting your doom." It would involve a whole lot of ice, hotdogs and a few spiders. Don't ask.
"We better not leave him behind then, right Forrest?" Leif asked over his shoulder. "We don't want Woody plotting our doom. That sounds like a bad movie.The Woody of Doom. Tell me, do you have a woody of doom?"
"I've got a woody of fuck you," I said.
Did this conversation make any sense? Not really. Did we care? No. I didn't anyway. Whatever, it didn't matter, it was helping us to blow off steam.
"Correction," I said quickly, "I have a woody of 'Fuck Sable, not either of you.'" My cock was a one-person kind of guy, like me.
Besides, they were my brothers. Fucking either of them would be weird. Also? Leif would probably crack jokes the entire time, then I really would shoot him in the nuts. I'd share her with him, but that was as far as it went.
I was kinda lucky in a way. If I was going to share a woman with anyone, it'd be these two clowns. They were pretty all right, most of the time. Yeah, go on, point out the fact they tolerated me. Gold stars for their foreheads.
"Are you ready?" Forrest asked, looking at both of us like we were a pair of children. "If you're not, I'll leave both of you behind."
