Page 5 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Blake sets me on the table, sits between my legs, and the other guys pull chairs close.

The heat and hardness of his body are already missed. I scoot to the edge and watch a smile creep over his face.

“I thought you wanted to finish watching the auction.”

Cheers erupt. I glance over my shoulder. Naomi is being hoisted off the stage by the mountain men. Perfect.

“Watch might be too strong of a word.”

I squirm on the table, Blake’s body heat radiating between my legs. Landon’s hand rests heavy on my thigh, a warning in his touch. “If you tease us now, you’re getting cock before the auction ends.”

Cole chuckles, leaning in from my other side. “Is there a downside to that?”

“No grand plan for making my first time fabulous, just a cheap table-fuck?” I pout. I’m a throbbing mess of need. “Not even waiting for your friend to show up?”

Landon’s fingers dig into my thigh. “His loss.”

His hands disappear under my skirt, hooking into my panties. A sharp tug, and the rip of fabric draws eyes from nearby tables. I shiver, loving the attention.

Cole slides the remnants down my other leg, the wetness of my panties leaving a trail. He extends my leg, angles his head over the top, shoving Blake aside, then licks the trail of my juices.

This is happening. I’m losing control. How can his tongue on my ankle tighten the knot in my core?

My fingers tangle in his hair, ready to shamelessly figure out how to maneuver him between my legs, as he makes his way upward.

He stops. Damn it. Releasing my leg, he smirks and sits back. His voice is low and respectful as the Betsy gets bid on. “I’m gonna have to coat my face in that before putting my dick in you.”

“What’s the hold-up?”

He licks his lips. “We’ve got all night.”

Blake pushes my thighs wider, his voice a low growl. “Lift your skirt. Show me what I’ve been dying to see.”

I inch the fabric up. He lowers a hand to his lap and rubs. “I’ve never been jealous of a table before. Look how wet she’s getting it.”

“Why get jealous when I can do this?” Landon takes advantage of Cole’s hands being out of the way, and slides his fingers into me, working some kind of devilish magic to bring me to orgasm faster than ever. My breath hitches, my hips buck. The world narrows to his touch, the pressure building.

My head falls to the side, my gaze landing on Hottie McDollarSigns. He’s bidding on Betsy while staring at me. What the fuck?

Something doesn’t sit right about him, but Cole stands, tucks his fingers around my chin, and angles my face to his. The world around me fades as his kiss strips my last tendrils of control.

I cry out as I come, the sound echoing through the club. The deafening silence as I come out the other side makes me realize the auction has ground to a halt, all eyes on us.

I’m too blissed out to apologize. Surely they can resume. Or not. I don’t care.

Landon pulls his fingers out and drags them over my lip. “Mischievous little brat, interrupting the auction.”

An apology is on the tip of my tongue when, still seated, Landon hoists me over his shoulder, his hand landing hard on my ass. “Sorry about that, folks. I’ve got her under control now.”

Applause breaks out. The various catcalls indicate no one was bothered by the interruption—at least not the annoying kind of bothered.

In my periphery, Blake stands, shoves his sweatpants to his knees, and sits back down.

My eyes go wide and another orgasm readies itself. He says something to Landon and motions for me, but I’m too caught up in staring at his girth to process what he says.

Fisting his cock, Blake says, “Let me teach you what it feels like to do that on a cock.”

Teach… Yes, Daddy. Before I can say anything, Landon’s strong hands grip my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He shifts me to straddle Blake’s lap. The hardness pressing against my sex is unreal.

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