Chapter 15 #2
“Yeah.” I made a face. Stupid Paolo with his irritatingly handsome face. “Maybe Thad Russett.”
“He’s hot,” Bethany said.
“I’ve heard he has some sort of issue,” Madeline said, frowning. “You’ll have to ask Carmen what it is, though.”
“Okay.” I was disappointed. I didn’t want him to have an issue.
I also didn’t want to tip Carmen off about Nora’s plan.
Though I wasn’t sure how surprised she’d be.
Both Daisy and Nadine had pretty much known who they were going to be with before their auctions, but that had been engineered by the Salazars.
I hoped Carmen wouldn’t care if I went looking for someone to work out a plan of some sort with.
Nia came over, squeezed in beside me, and threw her arms around my neck.
She and I had become really close over the past several months.
She was actually Daisy’s best friend, but now the two of us had really bonded—enough that I’d even put up with her hugs.
“It won’t be bad. And just think—you’ll be giving yourself such a great start after college. ”
She wasn’t wrong. And that was why I was living in Cinnamon House in the first place. It was time to buck up.
I’d talk to Carmen tomorrow.
***
I giggled and sat in Thad Russett’s lap. He and I had been flirting with each other for months now, and he was the one I was going to try to work out an auction plan with. He was hot, young-ish, nice, single, and loaded.
He moved one of his big hands to my thigh and pulled me close with a muscular forearm around my waist. “What do you say, baby? Are you ready to hit the VIP room with me yet?”
I turned and whispered in his ear. “Have you ever thought about the Cinnamon Auction?”
He jerked back to look at me. “Why do you ask?”
I ran a fingernail down his chest. “I’m going to ask Carmen to put me in next month’s auction.”
His face, always so good humored and happy, turned serious. “Are you saying I could have you for months if I won you?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I nodded.
He pulled me closer, his hand disappearing under my skirt. “I’m interested, Jelly. Real damn interested. But I need to warn you, honey, that I love to fuck. And I fuck hard. I like to be in charge everywhere, but especially the bedroom.”
I tried not to gasp as one of his big fingers traced the seam of my folds through my thin lace panties.
“That wouldn’t bother me.”
“You sure? I go rough. And I’m a big guy.”
I thought it was kind of sweet that he was warning me at all. “I’ll be okay. Besides, how do you know I don’t like that, too?”
The bulge I’d felt in his pants seemed to almost instantly double in size. “Fuck, baby. I’d really like you to come give me a demonstration in the VIP room.”
I giggled and moved against his dick, making him hiss. “You know I can’t do that. Carmen doesn’t allow it.”
He still looked serious, and I was surprised.
“Jelly, I, uh, I need to fuck like three, four times a day minimum.” His voice dropped even further.
“It’s one of the main reasons I haven’t settled down.
So far none of my girlfriends could handle it.
Do you think you can? I can bring another girl in sometimes for days you’re tired. ”
I didn’t like the idea of sharing a guy with someone else, even if we were just friends with benefits. But I might not have a choice. Three or four times a day? Did I pick a sex addict or something? “Does that include blowjobs?”
He nodded.
“Oh,” I laughed. “That’s not a problem. So, I could probably blow you twice and fuck you twice and you’d be good to go?”
“Oh God, babe. You’re killing me.”
I could tell I was. His dick was massive and like a steel pipe in his pants.
I turned around, straddling him and sticking my boobs in his face.
This went well beyond the amount of touching I usually did, but I wasn’t just going to go into that auction hoping things would turn out okay.
And so far, Thad was my best option. “Fuck, Jelly. What are you doing to me?” He bent down and licked my nipple through my top, but I couldn’t really feel it.
I felt bad about getting him all turned on, so I rocked my core up and down his cock, watching his face the whole time.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me come in my pants.”
I moved faster. “I’m just showing you what you could have if you win me in the auction.”
He closed his eyes as I showed no mercy, basically riding him with my clothes on.
Finally, he shuddered, gave a long moan, and I felt a hot wetness at my core. “Damn, girl. I should make you come with me to the bathroom and clean me up.” He winked at me, though, and stood up to go to the restroom.
I got up, smoothed my skirt down, and picked up my tray to go work my other tables. It wasn’t until I turned around that I realized Paolo had been watching me the whole time. And the look in his eyes was somewhere between rage, jealousy, possession, and lust.
I walked over to his table. He was by himself tonight. “What can I get you?”
“I want exactly what you gave him,” he gestured to Thad, who was on his way to the bathroom.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I lied in an overly happy voice. “Whiskey?”
“Sure.” He didn’t sound happy about it, though.
Nia walked over to me and stood at the bar where Nora seemed to want to talk to both of us.
“What’s up?” I asked. I had a few tables and needed the tips, so I was impatient.
She was pouring top shelf whiskey in glasses while a couple of other bartenders put whatever was on tap in tall glasses for other patrons. “I noticed you getting down and dirty over there, Jelly. What’s going on?”
I winced. What was it about Nora that made me feel like I needed to confess everything bad I’d ever done? “I’m following your advice about getting someone set up to bid on me ahead of the auction,” I admitted.
Nora nodded her head in the direction of Paolo. “Get him. That man’s gone over you, Jelly.”
I made a derisive sound. “Not really. Don’t you know he’s the reason they’re having that Vanilla Auction for men who want girls who are higher class than we are?”
She frowned. “They called that off. Couldn’t get enough women to ‘lower themselves’ enough to enter.”
I shrugged, even though I was secretly delighted. “Either way, I’m not telling him. It feels weird. He’s sort of my boss right now at the hospital, and I think there’s probably some morality clause I’d be breaking.”
Nora gave me a look of doubt but didn’t say anymore. “What about you?” she asked Nia.
“What do you mean?” Nia, looking drop dead gorgeous as always, tried to look innocent, but I knew what Nora was talking about.
“You spend too much time with the sheriff,” I whispered.
Nia’s light brown cheeks took on a rosy glow. Even her blushes were beautiful. “I know. It’s just… he wants me with him. And it’s weird, right? Everyone’s told me he used to go to Cayenne all the time, but now he only hangs out here.”
“Not weird,” Nora grinned. “Just be careful. He’s a good bit older than you are. I also hear he cheated on his wife, and that’s why they got a divorce. I don’t want you to get your heart broken.”
Nia’s pretty blue-green eyes looked sad for a moment. “Ah. I didn’t know that. Thanks for telling me.”
“Not a problem. Believe me, I’ve been cheated on before, and it nearly broke me.”
Nia and I exchanged a look. Nora never talked about herself. Never.
“What happened?” I asked.
Nora got a faraway look in her big blue eyes. “I’ll tell y’all sometime at home,” she said, and I knew we’d probably never hear the story.
“Who the hell would cheat on you?” Nia asked, aghast.
No kidding. Nora was gorgeous, with the most beautiful hair I’d ever seen.
It was full and wavy and went all the way down her back.
She also had generous lips, creamy skin, legs that went on forever, a nice ass, and a great rack.
She looked like a model, not a bartender.
I knew why Nico often borrowed her to tend bar in Cayenne.
Not that Nora ever did anything with the men in the sex club. Or if she did, she wouldn’t tell us.
“Get back out there, ladies,” Glory came up behind us. “They’re getting restless and I don’t have enough tits and ass to go around all the tables.”
I grinned at her, grabbed my tray, and headed back out. I studied other options for the auction. I had a lot of regulars who came in to see me. But Thad was about the only one I was attracted to.
Besides Paolo, of course. God. I wish I wasn’t attracted to him.
I glanced over. Tonight, he was sitting by himself at one of the premier tables.
He had taken off his suit jacket and his tie, unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the neck of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves.
His dark hair was styled perfectly, as always, and he’d left a five o’clock shadow on his normally clean-shaven face.
It only emphasized that razor-sharp jawline of his.
Too late, I noticed that his silvery gray eyes were on me, watching me check him out.
I pretended not to care and went to one more table before his.
The men there were very handsy, and I wondered if they’d seen what I did with Thad, who was staring at me with pure desire in his eyes.
I just smiled as hands caressed my ass and brushed against my tits. It was business as usual.
When I made it over to Paolo again, I was getting tired.
I’d been working all day. I’d gotten up at five to make it to the hospital by six for early surgery check-ins.
I always got off at four because of my early start, but I could still feel it all catching up with me.
Two full-time jobs and going to school? It was fucking hard.
Paolo must’ve seen the look on my face, though I tried to smile through a yawn as I plopped his glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Sit with me.”