Page 4 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Jasmine’s eyes raise to meet mine. She bites her lower lip, stealing the air from my lungs. I ball my fist to refrain from grabbing my bidder number.

“One million!” someone shouts from the back. Now we’re talking.

A flicker of confusion crosses Jasmine’s face before she regroups, catering to the newest bidder—a guy who had been flirting with one of the other waitresses-turned-auctionees. What’s his deal?

“Going… going…,” Jefferson announces.

I scramble to pick the bidder’s paddle up and knock it off the table in my haste. Fearing he’ll close the bid, I stand, raising my hand. “We’re still in. Two million.”

Jefferson says, “Looks like the charity’s going to do well tonight.”

The man lifts his number before Jefferson resumes the bid. I can’t blame him for being so drawn to Jasmine, but he’s in for a rude surprise if he thinks he can outbid me.

The bids escalate, everyone dropping out except for us and him. I’m sure I could take him on my own, but with the pooled resources of my friends, I’m not the least bit worried.

Jasmine doesn’t know that though. She stands closer to us, shaking her spankable ass a little more each time we take control of the bid. Her smile falters each time he gets it.

Is the asswipe not capable of taking a hint?

He finally wusses out at five million. I don’t care why.

The second we’re declared the winners, I jump on stage, grab Jasmine, sit on the edge, and spank her sassy ass.

Four

Jasmine

“Let’s head home while the storm’s taking a breather,” a masculine voice says, approaching me in my vulnerable position. It’s winner’s friend—the one who told me they have a fourth friend.

Introductions are interesting while I’m laid over Landon’s lap with his hand on my backside.

I learn that the guy who just approached is Cole, the other guy is Blake, and their friend at home is Mo.

I try to get up but Landon holds me in place—on stage, in front of everyone. I more than like his dedication, but I say, “I can’t leave yet. My friends—”

A sharp slap lands on my ass. Landon’s cock hardens under my belly. “Five million dollars says I’m not in the mood to wait.”

Jefferson steps close. “Mind if we can keep the auction moving?”

I wiggle free, flopping onto the stage beside Landon.

Hottie McDollarSigns, the guy who told Sabrina he was going to bid on her, then turned around and bid millions on me, gives us a disapproving look. What a jerk, unless of course, he was just helping run the bids up for the veteran’s charity. I hope Sabrina wasn’t too upset.

He says, “Need me to carry her to a room for you?”

Landon barks out, “Don’t fucking touch her.”

Blake dissolves the tension by reaching for me. I push off the stage and into his arms, which causes Landon to grumble. Blake carries me to the side, and I point to a table at the back of the room.

“It feels so good to hold you, to have your body wrapped around mine.”

I mumble agreement, grind my hips into him, and watch as the emcee invites Naomi onto the stage—or I try to. Grinding against Blake occupies more of my attention than I expected. Far more fun than grinding on a vibrator.

“You know how easy it would be for me to slip my dick into you right now?”

It’s so primal. The thought of jumping straight to it. Kind of perfect. No pretenses of the magical Christmas Cherry Auction bringing soulmates together.

The emcee fades into the background.

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