Wicked Ride (7 page)

Tonight though, he merely listens
politely and keeps the talk small and light, which now makes me
wonder… is he not
bothering anymore because Logan gave him all the information he
needs?

Then another thought…
perhaps Logan gave him such good intel that Magnus has already made a
decision on who will buy me. And if that’s the case, that means
my time in Wyoming is coming to a short end. This makes me enormously
happy to be close to the end game, but a bit disgruntled over this
weird sense of loss that I won’t see Logan anymore.

Ridiculous really, when you
consider we’ve
hardly interacted at all.

Except with our eyes.

And almost as if a magnet grabs
ahold of me, my gaze is magically pulled to the entrance hallway
almost directly across the room from where I stand.

And there is Logan, looking
directly at me.

Damn, he looks amazing in his
usual casual attire of worn jeans and a dark blue chambray shirt with
the sleeves rolled up his powerful arms. He’s
wearing a pair of worn hiking boots on his feet and his hair is
slightly damp from what I’m guessing was a recent shower.

My skin flushes warm from the way
he watches me. When he licks his lower lip, my knees almost buckle.
My head goes absolutely dizzy when he starts walking toward me, and
while I know I should feel nervous about the proprietary look upon
his face and how Magnus may dislike that greatly, I can’t
seem to send him any sort of silent warning that he needs to back
off.

In fact, I lift my chin and let
the warm radiance of my focus upon him speak what I’d
say to him if I had the power to speak my mind in this moment.
Yes,
please… come
and get me. Take me away from here.

When Logan is but a few paces
away from us, I feel Magnus stiffen up beside me. I don’t
have to look at him to know he has Logan’s purposeful walk in
his line of sight. I brace for a clash between these two men because
I can tell that Logan is on his way over here right this second to
take me out of here.

Instead, Logan’s
eyes slide over to Magnus and he gives a polite tip of his head.
“Magnus, I came to collect what you promised.”

I jolt at the rough timbre in his
voice that’s laced with bitter anger, but I look up to Magnus
to see his reaction.

Because…
collect what?

Magnus gives Logan a charming
smile and places his hand on my lower back. With a tiny shove, he
pushes me toward Logan and says, “Of
course. Please enjoy, but remember the rules. Her virginity stays
intact.”

Logan doesn’t
even answer. He just takes my water from me, handing it carelessly to
Magnus before taking my hand in his. My gut instinct is to pull away,
but I’m so shocked by what’s going on that I follow along
meekly. I risk a look over my shoulder at Magnus as Logan winds his
way through the patrons, but he’s not even looking at me. He’s
already engaged in conversation with someone else.

When Logan turns right down the
perimeter hallway, I finally come to my senses and pull hard against
his momentum. My hand tears free from his grip as I say, “Wait
a minute. What’s going on here?”

Logan spins on me, his eyes
flashing with a combination of undisguised lust and self-loathing for
said lust. He doesn’t
answer me. Walking right into me, he pushes me back into the concrete
staves. His hands come up to lay flat on the wall to either side of
my head, and he bends his own down to put his nose inches from mine.
“Magnus said I could have you tonight. As payment for my
services today.”

I lick my lips, which feel so dry
from nerves, and I ask, “You
mean for providing him inside information on the patrons here to best
determine who’s most likely to pay the biggest price?”

“Something like that,”
he mutters, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

A small thud of disappointment
resounds in my chest that Logan would help to facilitate this
mockery, especially since I know by the prior looks he’s
bestowed upon me that he’s firmly against the proposition of
auctioning me off. I want to push him away and tell him to go to
hell, but he surprises me when he says, “I told him what he
wanted to hear… not necessarily what was going to help him.”

I blink in surprise. My eyes get
soft with gratitude that even though I will, in fact, be auctioned
off, probably fairly soon, Logan is still attempting to protect me.
He sees my reaction and because we’ve
become used to communicating through the nuances of facial
expression, his eyes also soften and some of the bitterness fades
away. “I had to be with you… at least once. I know it’s
never going to be in the way that I truly want, but I’ll
gratefully take anything at this point.”

“I don’t want to be
doing this,” I whisper, and I don’t have to clarify what
I mean. He knows I mean being sold like a piece of meat. He knows I’m
not talking about standing toe to toe with him in this private
hallway with the prospect of something quite sinfully carnal
occurring between us.

“Fuck,” he growls,
his eyebrows knit together in frustration. “I don’t want
you to be doing this either, but I don’t have the kind of bank
to make a bid for you.”

I shake my head quickly in denial
he’d even think
that. “No. I’d never want you to spend your money on me
like that. I’m not worth—”

Logan’s
mouth presses to mine, effectively shutting up my self-deprecation.
Surprisingly, his kiss is soft but short. When he pulls away, his
voice is heavy with grievance. “This is it for us. Tonight.
Right now.”

I nod in sad understanding,
hating my life so much. My eyes drop from the weight of my dejection.

“I’m going to make
this good for you, Auralie,” he says quietly. My eyes snap up
to his with astonishment. “We have to do it in a public room so
others can watch, but I want you to try to ignore that and
concentrate on me. I swear I’ll make it good.”

My heart squeezes hard, and then
bursts outward, filling up with a warm sensation of comfort I’ve
never felt before. I’ve always taken care of myself, even since
I was a little kid, and to have Logan declare his devotion to my
well-being is almost more than I can handle.

“Logan, I don’t
understand any of this…”

Placing his fingertip over my
lips, he says, “We
don’t have time. Magnus is expecting us to appear soon, and
we’re not going to be able to say much in there, but know this…
I’d make things different for you if I could.”

My eyes mist up, and I have to
blink them furiously to make them go away. As he pulls his finger
away from my mouth, I manage to nod my understanding. “I
wish things could be different.”

Placing both of his large palms
against my cheeks, he pulls me away from the wall and up slightly as
he says, “First
though… I want to kiss you. I mean really kiss you before we
go in there. I want to kiss you in a way that would declare to
everyone you belong to me, which I couldn’t possibly do without
pissing Magnus off. So I’m going to kiss you now, okay? And you
will know it’s the way I’ll want to kiss you in there.”

I can do nothing more than nod
dumbly at his beautiful words before he’s
bringing his face to mine.

The first touch of his full lips
are whisper soft, just a slight grazing back and forth across mine
that makes my breath puff out in a contented sigh. Pressing in closer
to me, he puts pressure against my mouth, and I open up to him. His
head tilts and I mirror in the opposite direction. He gives me a
soul-possessing kiss full of wet tongue and minty breath while his
hands gently frame my face. It’s
a kiss for the ages, and it will never be forgotten by me. It’s
full of sweet romance. The way in which he moves against me suggests
a rumbling inferno of passion barely contained. It’s also full
of regret and sadness, but mostly it’s a painful reminder of
the fact this is fleeting.

When Logan pulls away from me,
his eyes peer into mine. I read what he’s
saying loud and clear,
Another
time. Another place. I wonder what we could be together.

“I know exactly what you
mean,” I tell him softly.

Logan

Jesus fuck…
what in the hell have I gotten myself into?

I have to restrain the urge to
grab onto Auralie and bolt for the exit door. I’ll
take her to my camper, put that fucker in gear, and drive balls to
the wall to get her away from Magnus.

Instead, I take her hand and lace
my fingers through hers before leading her toward the Black Room. If
I had any respect for either Auralie or myself, I wouldn’t
use her to get my rocks off this way. But I can’t fucking help
it. I’m a glutton for punishment because I would be far better
served to walk away from her now and never know the pleasures I
inherently know she’ll bestow. Instead, I’m going to get
a taste of what I know in the depths of my soul will be heaven, and
it will ruin me that I won’t be able to have more.

But just to make sure, before I
turn the knob to the Black Room door, I ask, “You
have to go through with this sale?”

My heart sinks when she nods. “I
don’t have a choice.”

Thought so, because why else in
the fuck would she even ever start down this path?

I let resolve take over my spine,
stiffening it up before I push the door open and pull her inside. She
gives a slight gasp as she sees the interior of The Silo from a very
different angle. While the back wall is concrete, the outer wall is
glass. You can see the other patrons milling about, engrossed in
conversations or making out with each other. Some minor stuff always
happens out there like dick sucks or fingering a girl to orgasm while
sitting on one of the plush chairs. But the really good stuff always
happens in one of these rooms.

I chose the Black Room because
it’s designed for a
singular show with either a couple or at the most a threesome.
There’s a raised dais done in black lacquer with a huge king
mattress on top, covered in black silk. Even the flooring is done in
a shiny, black tile. I assume Bridger decorated the room this way so
as to highlight the simplicity of the actions that would take place
upon those silk sheets. He even made sure the only lighting in this
room was a single overhead light that shines down like a spotlight
onto the mattress.

Auralie stands frozen, staring
out at the patrons who are starting to congregate at the glass now
that the room has occupants. I walk up behind her, press my body into
the backside of hers, and bring both of my hands around to cup her
breasts over her dress. Dropping my head, I put my mouth near her ear
and whisper, “Try to
ignore them. Concentrate on me, okay?”

She nods and I squeeze the firm
globes of her breasts, which are utterly fantastic. I mean, I knew
they were because Magnus paraded her around naked one night, but
feeling them—even with a clothing barrier—is beyond
better than I could have imagined.

I’m
stunned when Auralie reaches a hand back and rubs her palm over my
growing erection before spinning in my arms. Her hands go to my belt,
and she starts to work at it, but I bring my hands down to cover hers
and bring them to a stop. “Uh-uh,” I chastise her so
softly that no one outside the glass would be able to hear me. “Not
going to do this the way you sucked those other guy’s cocks.”

Her eyes snap up to mine, and her
heart-shaped mouth pops open in surprise. She gasps when I reach
around her back, find the zipper of her dress, and lower it down.
When it reaches the base of her spine, I bring my fingertips to the
collar and peel the material down over her shoulders, past her arms,
and over her hips where it slithers to the floor. She stands before
me in a nude strapless bra done in satin with matching panties that
sit high on her hips, providing more than ample coverage of her
crotch and ass. My fingers work the hooks at the back and the bra
comes free, spilling out those fantastic tits with nipples already
standing pebbled and ready for attention.

I massage her breasts with my
hands briefly, and then lower my head to suck a nipple in my mouth.
Auralie’s hands fly
to my head, her fingers digging into my hair briefly, but then just
as quickly release me as if she doesn’t want to show her
reaction to my touch. This I understand because it would upset Magnus
if she were to show favoritism to a customer, so I give her a pass on
it and pull my mouth away from her puckered flesh.

“Get on the bed,” I
tell her as I step back and pull my shirt over my head. Auralie’s
eyes go wide, and she stares at my chest for a brief moment before
letting them travel down my abs.

“The bed, Auralie,” I
gently remind her.

She turns and steps onto the
lacquered dais, those high-heeled silver pumps making the toned
muscles in her legs stretch and elongate. I can’t
help but stare at her ass as she places a knee on the bed and then
crawls to the center before turning over and lying down.

I smile at her because she looks
uncomfortable as hell, her legs stiff and her spine straight, casting
furtive glances at the glass. Stepping onto the dais, I wrap my hands
around her ankles and jerk her legs apart, causing her to gasp in
surprise. I know Magnus is watching every bit of this to make sure I
don’t do anything
that would “devalue” his little flower, but my back is to
him and he can’t see me grin down at Auralie as I crawl right
up her body and press my aching cock down onto her pelvis. Even with
her underwear on and my jeans, I can feel the heat our bodies
generate.

Dropping my weight slightly, I
lower my stomach and then my chest down onto her, putting my face
right over hers. I want to kiss her again the way I did in the
hallway, but I don’t
want Magnus to suspect there’s anything more between Auralie
and me than a man wanting to have a bit of a thrill.