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“You clamp down on your teeth any harder and they’ll fucking break. Ease up, man. We don’t have time for a stop-over at some drive-through, back-road dentist.”
Jacob sits opposite eye-balling me with a cold-stone look plastered on his face.
“We’ve been her shield against the world for long enough. We all agreed it is time we step out of the shadows and reclaim the woman we love.”
“She’s changed,” I say quietly. We might not formally be in Justice’s life, but we’ve watched over her. Cared for her from afar. The old Justice would never step foot in a place like this.
“So have we. I’m tired of acting like a grieving widower when she lives only half a city away from us.” Lucian spins his glass in my direction and I drink his untouched liquor.
“Ladies and gentleman, we begin.”
We all turn out attention toward the stage.
A Pandora waitress dressed in a short red number cut low to reveal more rather than less, heels that make her legs look endless and a sensual smile places paddle numbers on the table by each of us. I offer a tight smile of thanks, but my eyes are on the stage where a black curtain is pulled to the side and a group of women in white lingerie and matching heels wait to have their names called. One sandy brown-haired woman, in particular, has my attention.
I won’t let another man take her. I don’t care if that makes me selfish. She’s come here tonight wanting something. Connection. To find and cut out the strings that bind us all. Lucian and Jacob might think they are only one way, but I’ve looked into her soul as she’s reached her climax and witnessed the raw threads of our love, fucking poetic as it sounds. I won’t let her go to another. I can feel her trepidation as if it is my own. I swear I can, and I want to soothe her.
I share a look between my blood brothers. They know and feel it too. She’s scared.
Lucian thumps my arm with the side of his fist when he finally sees Justice with her little number nine card pinned to the thin strap of her bra in the line of women.
Lucian takes back his drink. “There she is,” he says with a painful groan. “She’s breathtaking. Fuck, man.”
I nod. Justice has filled out a little more around the hips and her breasts are deliciously fuller beneath the white sparkly two-piece number they have her in. Men beside us start chattering about number nine like they’ve never seen a woman before. I can’t blame them. She does that to a man. They haven’t seen a woman like Justice before. Elegant lines, feminine grace and a sweet goddess curve to her face.
I down the rest of my bourbon as a delicate woman’s voice rings out over the crowd, and all the whisperings and chatter hush into silence.
“Please take your seats and we shall begin. Gentlemen, we have a delicate bouquet of rare exotic flowers this evening to delight our senses and make your bank accounts a few thousand dollars lighter.” The elegantly dressed auctioneer gestures with a slight wave of her hand to the women behind her. “There’s someone for everyone’s taste and desires I assure you, so let’s begin.”
As the auctioneer begins, the women to be auctioned off are brought to the front of the stage one by one. Carefully molded hips, ample breasts and dazzling smiles catch the eyes of every man in this room. Though each just as beautiful as the next, none hold my attention.
Then finally number nine walks to the front of the stage, and for a moment I’m lost in her beauty.
There she is. Under the spotlight her eyes glitter like emeralds. Justice steps out to the center of the stage, and fuck if I don’t groan. All that creamy, tanned skin on display. I hear the rumblings of men in the crowd and I have a number out of my mouth before I think about it.
Lucian, Jacob and I all stand in union and I go straight for a number none of these men have bid yet. “One million dollars.”
“One point five.” The group of men to our right are on their feet, paddles in the air.
Lucian raises his bourbon glass. “Kick his ass, Seth,” he mumbles under his breath to me.
“I plan on it.”
I could go higher in one swoop and be done with it, but I like a little challenge and all the extra money goes for military families. Two birds, one stone.
“One point eight,” I counter smoothly.
“Two million,” calls a man in the front row with two women at his side. Like the fucker needs another. I tip my glass his way with a cocky smirk. Like hell we’re losing tonight.
“Five million.” I watch our lovely Justice drink in all the commotion and love the adorable smirk on her face. “You know what, make it an even ten million so we can get on with the evening.” No one will pluck that down for an unknown and I’m counting on it.
“How impatient we are,” teases the auctioneer. She looks like she is about to say my name, but thinks better of it.
I drag my eyes over Justice’s curvy body until my gaze hits the blush of her cheeks.
“Very,” I answer. I can see her nipples harden behind the tiny triangle slips of material barely big enough to cover them and the goosebumps climbing her skin. My dick hardens until I can feel cum wet my pants. I know she can’t see us, which makes this all the more fun.
Silence hangs heavy over the room, and even the auctioneer seems stunned. It takes her a second to absorb the number before she clears her throat. “I have ten million U.S. dollars. Going once…twice…SOLD to the trio in the back!”
