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Carl gently says, “We’re over here.”
“I’m staying with your mom. I thought you knew.”
That’s an interesting piece of information Mom forgot to mention.
“Not anymore,” Mark says, missing the point that we’re trying to be respectful.
Carl is more skilled with his words. “What Conan is trying to say is that we need to talk. Will you come over, please?”
“I get it. I shouldn’t have shamed the family.” She pulls her hair in front of her cleavage. That should be a sin. The only thing that belongs between her tits is my tongue or my cock.
“You didn’t shame anyone.” I step closer, but she parries with a step back, a step away from me.
I offer all that I can. “Bianca, we need to talk about what happened and what we all expect or what we all hope will happen now that we won you in the auction.”
“I won her,” Mark says.
Seven
Bianca
BeinglockedinMark’sbedroom is the less important half of my fantasy. The key part that he missed was that I wanted him on the same side of the door as me.
If I’d known my brothers had something to sort, I could have gone home.
Their discussion sounds like another argument, but other than raised voices, I can’t make anything out.
How could Mark be so mad at me?
I slump onto his bed. His bed—a place I’ve longed to be, a place I imagined getting tossed onto as he climbed over me. I take off my boots and bring my feet onto the bed, slipping them under the covers, as I sink into the plush mattress, pull the top sheet over me, and nuzzle my head into his downy pillow.
I breathe in the musky scent. It’s missing the alcohol from earlier. Is that why he’s so upset? The alcohol? I rake my hand over the silky sheets and onto a different fabric. I lift my head, assess that it’s a t-shirt, and bring it to my face.
I’m shameless at this point. If they’re going to take a minute, so am I. There’s one part of my fantasy I can control—having an orgasm in my brother’s bed. Fantasy will always be king.
I stare at the door, focusing on their grumblings, making sure they’re not approaching, and slide my hand between my legs.
My phone dings. Damn it.
A text from Damon, my ex:What’s up
His level of stupidity.
Damon again:Want to hang out?
Not unless you want to give me an orgasm. I set my phone aside.
Ding.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Can my evening get any worse?
It’s not him this time. Aurora added Wendy to the group chat with Cindy.
Another ding. Aurora:I’m hidden backstage at my stepbrothers’ concert. How is everyone else?
Me:LOL. I’m locked in Mark’s room, but not in a good way.
Aurora:How is that not good?
