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“You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m being held against my will.” I try to lengthen my spine so that I come up somewhere higher than his armpits.
“Sorry, ma’am. I have orders to keep you here.”
“Did you just ma’am me…Hudson?” I resort to the name on his lanyard when I fail to think of something clever.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You do realize I’m younger than you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Okay, that’s not working. “I’m their sister.”
“I’m aware of that, ma’am.” He is the most polite, obnoxious person ever.
“My brothers don’t have any right to keep me here.”
“That’s not for me to decide.” He steps forward, leaving me no choice but to step back. When I’m clear of the door, he grabs it and pulls it shut, forcing me to my solitude.
Walking absent-mindedly around the room, I find bourbon under a t-shirt with Travis’s stuff. I survey the rest of the room. Nothing else to drink.
Glancing at the closed door, I lift the bottle. “Thank you very much. I would love a drink.”
I pour myself a shot and promptly down it. Wow! It’s way smoother than the cheap stuff I’ve tried.
Pappy Van Winkle…what a silly name. But tasty. I bypass the glass and drink the last bit from the bottle. Were Travis’s lips here? It didn’t take long for the alcohol to start lowering my inhibitions. My fantasies refuse to be repressed any longer.
“Well, Pappy, maybe this doesn’t have to be a terrible evening after all.”
Pappy doesn’t answer. I guess that’s a good thing. If he does start talking back, I need to check myself.
“With a little more of your help, I might be able to convince my brothers to help me with the V-card issue.” My brothers are sinfully gorgeous, experienced, and owe me for messing up my evening.
I grab my phone and add Wendy to a group chat with Bianca and Cindy then send a text:I’m hidden backstage at my stepbrothers’ concert. How is everyone else?
It turns out Bianca’s evening failed as badly as mine, and she has to address invitations for her stepmom first thing tomorrow. I offer to help. It’ll give us time to swap stories.
The second shot must be taking hold because I’m considering a new, wild scenario. What if my brothers bought me because they know exactly what I was hoping for in that auction?
Five
Jack
Iboltoffthestage and motion for Hudson to step away from the door. My brothers are still taking bows, but there’s nothing I care about on that stage. Everything I want is behind this door.
I throw the door open and Aurora’s holding an empty bourbon bottle to her mouth like a microphone, singing a slurred rendition ofAll I Want for Christmas is You. Her vocal talent is clear despite her drunkenness.
When she leans forward and points at me, my cock goes rock hard. I step closer and take the bottle from her hands.
“How much did you drink?”
“All of it.”
“How much is all of it?”
“There was hardly anything left.”
