Chapter 6
FRANKIE
“Tell me, Francesca, why you’re here.”
The guy was direct. He was also strong since he carried me down the hall to a dark dining room before setting me down. The auction was still going on. I could hear bids being called out. I had to wonder if it was Jasmine or Marie who was up next.
Rocky’d stopped the guy from carrying me off and they’d argued about stealing the virgin while I’d been slung over his shoulder. I’d never caught one guy’s interest, let alone eight.
Then my sorta-kidnapper told the others to fuck off and my panties got wet.
In the end, I’d been bought for three thousand dollars. Me! Three thousand dollars.
While he didn’t exactly save me, because we were still in this cowboy mega-mansion, he’d pretty much claimed me and got me out of the bidding in the overheated, pseudo-brothel.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
Why was I here? “Money,” I told him honestly, crossing my arms over my chest making me–hopefully–look tougher than I felt. When I realized it only plumped up my boobs in Jasmine’s hand-me-down dress, I dropped them.
“You really a virgin?” he asked, his gaze raking over me, as if he could tell.
“You really a guy who needs to pay for sex?” I countered. He definitely looked like the kind of guy who had panties flung at him everywhere he went.
“You really a girl who needs to get paid for sex?”
I pursed my lips. He had me there. I didn’t think I was, but this week? I had my pride, but I also didn’t have a place to live.
He sighed, ran a hand over the back of his neck. For November, his face and neck were tanned, as if he was outside a lot.
“Maybe we should start over,” he said, offering me a small smile, which perhaps was like raising a white flag. “I’m Shep.”
I finally looked up and into his eyes. They were gray. Or blue. Or green. I couldn’t tell. But they met and held mine and I felt… felt.
Tingly. Warm. Attraction. Desire.
This guy. Here, in this place. Why was my vagina perking up for a guy who bought me? It made no sense.
Well, maybe it did. Because he–Shep–was gorgeous.
He was tall, but not ridiculously so, because in heels, we were almost eye to eye.
He was packed with muscle, but not bulky.
His hair color was unique, a color women would kill for.
Auburn, or a gorgeous reddish brown. Cut short on the sides and long on top.
He also had dark whiskers which were on the way to a beard.
He wore a black long sleeved t-shirt which was snug over his chest. Jeans were old and well worn, even had a small fray on his thigh. His boots were leather and sturdy, but scuffed and stained. He didn’t fit into this house and these Richy Rich guys any more than I did.
He seemed real. It was hard to hate him.
“Francesca.” No way was I telling him everyone called me Frankie. I might be giving him my virginity, but I didn’t have to give all of me.
He stepped close and I held my ground. With warm fingers, he tipped my chin back. Studied me. His eyes moved over my face as if he were cataloguing every inch and made my palms sweat and my heart beat faster.
“You’re into fucking virgins?” I asked, with a touch of belligerence in the tone.
Yeah, it was a pointed question, but really, if we were going to get naked, then social niceties could be skipped.
Besides, it wasn’t like we were meeting at a church social.
The bar had to be pretty low for the guys who showed up.
His brow winged up, as if it was an ethics test.
“I’m into fucking you.”
That… wow, wasn’t the answer I expected. I wasn’t sure if this was the right time and place to be flattered. Again, low bar. “Me? Did you even look at the other women?”
There was no delay in his answer. “No.”
“Why not?” He confused me. “They’re all so pretty… and know what they’re doing. The only commodity I have is a hymen.”
“Trust me, those guys were imagining getting their hands on you.” He closed the few inches that separated us and I felt him. With a tip of his hips, I felt his hard length. It hit just right and oh my God…
I totally felt how big he was. I was a virgin, not a nun. I’d made myself come. Since I couldn’t afford a vibrator, and until recently had shared a very small trailer with my brother, I used my fingers to get off. But no small circles compared to the pressure this guy was applying.
And we had our clothes on.
Laughter carried from the other room. “Yeah, those guys aren’t crying in their Cheerios over the remaining women,” I said.
“Those guys aren’t gonna know how wet you are. See your face when you take a dick–my dick–for the first time. See you come.”
Oh my.
“Rules are we have to stay on this floor, meaning they can watch,” I told him, although it came out a little breathy.
He raised his hand and slowly brushed his knuckles over my cheek. “I remember what Rocky said.”
Goose bumps shot up all over my body.
“That idea get you hot, cherry?” His voice was a deep rumble, but not loud.
I frowned. “What?”
He tipped his head to the side, looked around me. “I’m going to take you on this fancy-ass dining room table. They want to watch, that’s fine with me. Wanna know why?”
I nodded, because um… his words were strangely hot. Who knew?
“Because every one of them’s gonna see what they missed. You coming all over my dick. Screaming my name. Clawing my back. Creaming all over my face. Not them. Me.”
His knuckles caressed down my neck and lower, over my cleavage. My bra was no match for my hard nipples.
“You good with that?”
I swallowed, then tried to clear my brain of the dirty thoughts, because all of a sudden, I wanted sex. With Shep. Why?
Because there was no doubt he knew what he was doing. He was protective. Possessive. He wanted me. I felt how hard he was. How big.
I hadn’t held onto my virginity for any kind of moral reason. The opportunity to have sex had never come up. But now? Here in a stranger’s house? On a dining room table?
It was something I’d always remember. I was Francesca. Not Frankie.
I could do this. I wanted to do this.
Like Jasmine and Marie said, if I was going to have sex, why not make some money at the same time? I needed it desperately. My pussy was saying it needed the orgasm it knew Shep would deliver.
He leaned in, his nose brushing over the shell of my ear. “Gotta hear the words.”
I licked my lips, suddenly hot all over. “Yes, I’m good with that.”
He pulled back, met my gaze and smiled. “Good girl.” Then he kissed me.