The Marriage Auction: Book One(58)
I held my breath and watched the two look at one another, both seeming uncertain.
“You want Eden to go with us? To live with you and your daughter in Greece? Truly?” Faith inquired.
I smiled, knowing I’d just received exactly what I wanted. Victory, pure and sweet, lifted my chest.
“My Penelope would love having Eden to play with every day,” I said, reminding her that I already had a child. “Another child in my home won’t be a problem. I adore children.”
She bit into her lip and started to pace as the little girl on her hip had already fallen asleep against her aunt’s chest.
“Can we think about it?” Faith asked.
I nodded. “You have until after the meeting with Madam Alana tomorrow. Then we fly to Greece. I cannot be away from my own child any longer.”
Faith nodded. “Okay. Um, let me put her to bed. Then I’ll come back with you.” She left the room and headed down a hallway as if she knew the home well. Probably had grown up here .
“I’m going to make a phone call, outside.” I pointed to the front door to excuse myself.
Her father stopped me with a hand to the center of my chest. “Don’t hurt her,” he implored, his gaze beseeching in its intensity. “She’s been hurt enough.”
I nodded curtly and waited until Mr. Marino shuffled down the same hallway Faith had, then I brought out my phone.
“Joel, cousin, what can I do for you?” Bruno, the head of security for my company, answered on the first ring. It didn’t matter what time of day or night, he was paid handsomely to answer at my whim. And he took his job seriously.
“Find out everything there is to know about Las Vegas hotelier Aiden Bradford, my future wife Faith Marino, her father Robert Marino, her sister Grace Marino, and her niece Eden Marino. Have what you can emailed to me by noon tomorrow. That is all.”
“It will be done,” he said and hung up.
I took a deep breath of the dry desert air, and exhaled victory.
Next up, dealing with Aiden Bradford.
Episode 26
A Tale of Two Brothers
NOAH
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm went off at the crack of dawn. Golden light speared through the windows, bringing the room to life. I rubbed my face and glanced out the window. The sun shone over the desert landscape, slowly waking the city below.
Even without the gaudy flashing lights, Las Vegas was stunning from up here. But I didn’t have the time to ponder the view. I had a meeting to attend with my brother and the lovely Ruby Dawson.
I jumped out of bed naked and went straight to the open-concept shower and turned the tap to scalding. Then I hit the toilet, and by the time I was back the water had heated.
Flashes of last night came to me as I let the water work out the tight muscles and tension in my neck and back.
Ruby laughing at a joke I made.
Her perfect red lips wrapping around a morsel of cheesecake she allowed me to feed her.
My dick stirred at the memories, and I wrapped my hand around my hardening length, giving it a healthy stroke .
Pleasure rolled like sizzling pinpricks through my spine and settled heavily at my balls. I hissed against the aching need.
Image after image of Ruby poured through my mind and I closed my eyes, letting each fantasy become more vivid as I moved against my hand, shifting my hips restlessly.
The memory of her in that red bustier at the auction with her plump breasts almost spilling out of the top had my heart pumping and my hand stroking faster, harder at my straining flesh.
I groaned and pressed my forehead to the cold tile, enjoying the pleasure of my hand around my length while remembering the exact moment Ruby turned around on that stage and showed her heart-shaped, mostly bare arse.
In my mind, the moment shifted to a fantasy of me holding her still, on my knees behind her, while I bit down on one scrumptious cheek leaving my mark. She cried out in bliss as I continued to torture her bum with nips and kisses until I ran my tongue along the edge where her thigh met her arse. Dream Ruby yelped when I sunk my teeth into her sensitive flesh, her body swaying closer, wanting my touch. Then I notched the head of my cock to her plush folds and slid deep.
That last fantasy image was all I needed to tip me over the edge.
An orgasm rippled up my cock, tensing and tingling against the base of my spine as my entire body went tight. I let go, releasing everything on a long, tired moan until I was spent, my breaths rocking in and out of my body while the rest of me came down from the high. I rested my head against my forearm and let the water slowly bring me back to life.
“Bloody hell,” I gasped and shook off the short, yet blissful, experience. I finished washing and toweled off mechanically, my skin feeling energized and sensitive to the touch.
The release was good, though it wasn’t enough, I thought as I combed through my wet hair .
It would never be enough. There was no substitute for Ruby Dawson in the flesh. Just thinking about her last night in that dress had my cock throbbing once more, despite the fact that I’d just taken care of the problem.
I sighed, slipped a hotel robe over my naked form, and exited the room, desperate for a cup of tea.
Nile was sitting at the dining table, the remains of a traditional English breakfast pushed aside. There was yet another place setting covered by a domed metal lid which I assumed was for me. The thoughtful wanker.