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Mayor Barnes joins in the bidding and there’s no fucking way I want to spend my four hours with him. He’s been reaching out and making efforts to work with the local bikers who are pretty damn handy for bending a few rules to keep things straight in town. His daughter can be thanked for enlightening him about how useful we are.
But I don’t owe him anything.
I lean close to number thirteen’s ear again and whisper, “I’d much rather find out how many orgasms I can give you in four hours than spend that time shaking hands with a politician.”
She shivers and her eyes dart to me then to the mayor.
Realizing I got distracted, I say, “I’ll cover the bid, whatever it costs, just keep that paddle up.”
She turns towards me and my lips brush against her cheek with her unexpected move before she flinches backward. The fire inside of me flares.
“That’s not how this works,” she whispers.
“Why not?”
“I have to donate the money,” she says.
My fists clench. Is she trying to say this is nothing more than a charitable donation? Winger, Tank, and I read it wrong? Hell no. “Then you just keep that bidder paddle up and make sure you win me because you already got my heart, Moneybags.”
From only a few inches away, I continue staring at my little sugar mama, only diverting my gaze to glare at the mayor. He seems to take the hint that I’m not amenable to him continuing. Or maybe his daughter does because she leans toward him to say something. He lowers his paddle, waving off the auctioneer.
My entire world rotates around Moneybags until I hear Jefferson declare, “Sold…to number thirteen. I guess it’s her lucky number because she snatched up all of the firefighters.”
I take a breath. I was too worried someone else was going to win. I have to be hers and hers alone. I take her hand, lift it, and guide her to the winner’s table so we can cash out and get the hell out of here.
Three
Winger
“Hellyeah.Shewonall of us. What do you suppose she’s going to ask us for first?” I say as Tank and I make our way to the winner’s table where we’ll sort details.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Winger. Just because we’re into her doesn’t mean she bid on us for sex. It’s not like this is a sex auction. It’s in the fucking high school, dude.”
“I know, but look at you, letting your guard down for the first time in several years.” I jab him with my elbow.
“Who said I’m letting my guard down? I’m just doing my part, raising money so we can get new gear.”
“You don’t have to fake it with me. I know you’d tap that if given the chance.” I almost feel bad for razzing Tank, but he’s been raked over the coals in relationships and what I see in his eyes tells me he’s finally ready to leave his bad experiences in the past.
For a nanosecond, I consider talking to Purge about backing off, so Tank can resurrect himself, but I can’t. That nanosecond is over before I can even finish processing it.
When we get to the table, Purge is trying to pay the bill, but Sweet Pea waves him off. That’s weird.
I turn to Tank. “Why don’t you go find her coat and let’s take her outside and figure out what’s going on.”
It’s my generous attempt to let him be the gentleman in this scenario because that skimpy little get-up she’s got on isn’t going to be warm enough, not that we won’t be pressing our bodies into her if that’s why she’s doing this.
Tank asks her where her coat is and what it looks like, and then he’s off in a heartbeat, returning with it by the time she’s filled out all the paperwork. She stands and he wraps it around her shoulders. It doesn’t do anything for covering her legs, but at least it’s something. And he looks like a real gentleman doing it, which is not something he looks like very often, so that’s good.
“Why don’t we head outside and discuss what we can do for you.” I give her a wink.
She tugs the coat closed in front of her and says loudly, “I should put you three strong men to work on grandma’s yard right away. Let’s go make a plan.”
The slight bit of slur to her words, and as I move closer, the faint hint of alcohol tells me we have a problem. She’s not in a position to make the decision I want her to make right now.
We head out the back door of the school while pies are being auctioned. That will buy us time alone with Sweet Pea before people start rushing outside.
Purge lifts Sweet Pea and sets her on his bike. She’s worrying her lower lip. With his voice light, he says, “Yard work?”
