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So when my stepbrothers decide that their good deed will be a million dollar donation to charity and that they’ll make it by winning me, my plan is ruined.
I’m not normally one to pivot gracefully, but they make a secret offer I can’t resist.
Are they setting me up for the wildest time of my life, or smashing a wrecking ball into my carefully structured plan?
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Grippingtheauctionprogramwith both hands, I take deep breaths as I re-read the order. I was supposed to be second out of three. But with a last-minute addition, we have a fourth, Wendy. Offering a forced smile at her as Aurora quickly helps her with makeup and body glitter, I tamp down my anxiety over the change.
Why would Wendy run away from her own wedding? So many plans scattered to the wind. Not just the ceremony and reception, but the entire rest of her life. And out of all of the places she could run to, why an auction at a sex club?
Surely she didn’t show up here wanting to donate four hours of her time doing holiday prep for the winner. Which means…she must need to clinch destroying her wedding by selling her virginity.
Butterflies migrate through my stomach at the thought of making such a rash decision.
Give me a plan and I’ll carry it out, but I’m not your girl when it’s time to pivot.
The emcee announces that Bianca’s been sold and the crowd gets extra loud. Not just cheering, but demands that I can’t quite make out. In a giant blur, Aurora’s rockstar brothers insist that she go next because they have a concert to get back to.
I’m being asked to carry Bianca’s bag to her since she’s being carried to the parking lot. This can’t be happening. All I can do is take orders. If I’d been able to think, I would have grabbed my stuff and left when I took her bag outside.
A wilder version of me could have jumped on the back of one of the motorcycles that pulled in and told the beefy rider to cart me away.
I should have left, but somehow I’ve made my way back to the prep area beside the stage.
I could still leave. I could grab my phone, open the rideshare app, and have a car here to take me home in minutes…if I could move.
But I can’t. I’m totally caught in my head.
Another change of plans starts palpitations in my heart. The motorcycle gang that arrived when I carried Bianca’s bag out is here for Wendy…her stepbrothers are in it.
Can the world spiral out of control any faster? She’s frantic that her brothers are here. I’m fretting over the fact that mine aren’t.
My stomach has that weird feeling like it can’t quite find where it belongs in my body. My legs aren’t convinced they can hold me up much longer. And humiliation might be the most likely result this evening when I’m the only one whose stepbrothers don’t show up.
I’m also the only one of us who’s admitted she has a thing for her stepbrothers. That was two years ago, but my friends all know. Ever since then, I’ve tried to hide behind the fact that every female would like to take a spin on my brothers’ Zambonis.
Meanwhile, Aurora’s brothers are making quick work of winning her.
I refocus on my goal for the evening: have sex with one or more men who will get it right. And with full diligence, I’ve done my homework, reading about sex and positions. I don’t need a relationship. In fact, a relationship with a group of guys sounds complicated.
Especially with my stepbrothers.
They travel with their hockey team. I prefer my routine. I can’t get lost in the whimsy of a taboo relationship. I just need one night.
Aurora makes her way backstage to grab her stuff and eliminates any chance I can think someone didn’t notice all of the stepbrothers. She asks, “Any chance yours are showing up?”
“If I could only be so lucky.” I wouldn’t be the only woman farming herself out to a stranger.
“So if your brothers showed up and bought you, that would make you happy?” Wendy looks at me expectantly.
“You know who they are, don’t you?”
Her nervousness eases. “The Tri-anything hockey gods.”
