Page 87 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 2

I smiled. “How so?”

“He has dark hair like his father and I, similar coloring too. But his eyes, they are all Ellen. A bright blue that will stop you in your tracks.” His gaze traced my features. “Actually, a lot like yours as well.”

“Sounds like a cute kid. You get to see him much?” I plopped a piece of fruit into my mouth.

“Couple times a week, well, until now. I’ve been getting up in the wee hours of the morning to have video calls with him while you’re sleeping.”

My mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding!” I chuckled, having been completely oblivious to his early morning chats.

He shook his head. “He’s so young and growing fast. I don’t want him to forget me.”

“He’s really important to you.”

“I love him and Ellen as though they were my own blood. She doesn’t have any family either. I brought Troy and Ellen into thefold. They had been in the same childcare system I was. Troy was my bunkmate back at the home for boys. Ellen was in the girls version of the same. They met at one of the co-ed dances that were put on. And the rest was history.”

“Sounds like you were all meant to be friends and family.”

He nodded. “Erik had it all compared to the three of us, but he never threw it in our faces. He and his parents welcomed us into their home so often they became our family too.”

“I love that. Blood isn’t required to make a family. I can’t wait to meet them.”

“They’ll be here for the wedding; I’ll make sure of it. And of course, you’ll fall in love with Erik’s wife Savannah. She’s sweet like you and has been through a lot herself. Being in the auction, marrying a Norwegian brewmaster automatically gives you both something in common.”

“True! And the pictures I saw of her, all that wild red hair, my goodness. I’m surprised you didn’t steal her from your bestie,” I teased.

His gaze lifted from his breakfast to meet mine. He looked me up and down and then licked his lips sensually. My heart started to pound, and I swallowed at the intensity within his eyes.

“I prefer blonde, tanned, with legs that make my mouth water, and eyes I could drown in. Not to mention, quirky, funny, and unbelievably kind. You, Summer, are the perfect woman for me. Don’t ever get the idea that I could ever desire someone else when I have exactly what I want right in front of me.”

I fanned my face, arousal flooding my veins and making my panties damp. “You keep that up, and I’ll be on my knees in front of your lap, gorging on your cock instead of this delicious breakfast.”

His eyes blazed with lust as he gripped the edge of the wooden table and pushed his chair back. The sound of the legs scratching across the floor sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m all yours,solskinn. Do your worst,” he said in a tone that held a challenge.

I’m competitive. If a challenge is presented, I’ll best it or die trying.

Without another thought, I stood, leaned forward, and planted my hands on his knees. I glanced at his lap to find his erection already tenting his lounge pants. Brazenly, I licked my lips and slid to my knees between his spread legs.

I cocked a brow and issued my own dare. “Take off your pants and show me what you’ve got.”

He slid down his pants and they pooled around his ankles, his hard length pointing up toward his abdomen, his arousal already wetting the tip.

I wrapped a hand around the base and stroked the steely velvet just once. He hissed and grabbed the sides of the wooden seat.

“Now sit back and enjoy the show, baby,” I said and then swallowed his cock.

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We walked hand-in-hand through the cannabis fields behind my parents’ house. “This is a newer strain we’re testing. See the little furry hairs on the buds?” I pointed down to the flowering part of the plant.

Jack got close, inspecting the plant.

“This is an indica variant. Designed to give the end user a relaxed, chill experience. On average, many of our users suffering from anxiety, depression, ADHD, OCD, burnout, and more prefer this strain. However, if the THC content is too high, our users might experience what I like to call “couch lock”.

His brows furrowed together. “Couch lock? What does that even mean?”

I chuckled. “It means basically the body is so relaxed, they can’t do much other than chill on the couch and prevent it from levitating. That type of response can happen a lot with higher dose edibles.”

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