Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet 2)

Everyone cheers because that dude is pretty well-known around here. Football isn’t as noteworthy as hockey at this university, but it’s the second most popular sport.

“Xavier is twenty-two, enjoys hiking, and adores his momma,” Courtney says, pausing to hold her palm to her chest. “Aww. I’m super bummed I can’t bid on him. I’m a sucker for a momma’s boy.” Some of the football players razz Xavier from a table nearby. “Let’s get the bid started at five hundred.”

The guests of the event seem to enjoy bidding on actual people more than trips and basket items. Xavier has walked up to the stage and is strutting around like a rooster, catcalling the audience to raise more money. The highest bid—one of the Delta Delta Delta chicks—caps out at fifty-eight hundred dollars. I shake my head at the insanity of wanting to spend almost six grand on a date with a douchebag.

“Wow,” Courtney says, laughing as she takes to the mic again. “Let’s see if our next date can outdo our star football player.” She points a long finger my way. Fuck. “Brayden Murphy, stand and let these ladies see what’s up for grabs.”

Drew’s hand lingers on my thigh for a moment before he reluctantly pulls it away. I rise to my feet and half-ass wave to the room.

“Brayden is twenty-one, enjoys ice skating, and has dreams of joining the NHL one day! Who wants to start the bidding for a date with this hunky catch?”

“One thousand,” Sasha says predictably, raising her paddle from one table over.

“One thousand,” Courtney agrees, “anyone want to—”

“Fifteen hundred,” someone calls out across the room.

“Two thousand,” Mrs. Vanworth says. When her daughter glares at her, she shrugs. “It’s for a good cause.”

“Three thousand,” Sasha bites back, snapping her paddle in the air.

“Bitches be crazy,” Ashton comments. “You’d think by the way they’re bidding on you, your dick is magical.”

I smirk at him and Mia laughs.

“Four thousand.” Another bid across the room.

“Five.” This time Sasha.

“Six,” Wendy hollers, waving her paddle and making Curtis’s face burn bright red.

Ashton cackles. “Get ’em, Cougar Wendy.”

“Ten thousand,” Sasha states, a smug grin on her face.

I lean forward across Mia to whisper to Ashton. “I hope your mom wins. Sasha has grand ideas we’re going to New York for our date.”

Ashton looks past me and mutters an, “Oh fuck no.”

“Twenty,” Ashton says, raising his paddle.

Curtis chokes on his wine and Wendy snorts.

“You can’t…” Sasha starts, horrified.

“We’ve got twenty thousand,” Courtney exclaims, “from the dean’s son! How’s that for support? Can anyone beat that?”

Fucking Ashton.

“Thirty thousand dollars,” Sasha states and then whispers something to her father. He nods. “Great, I win.”

Ashton’s apparently just getting started. I’m fucking entertained as hell, though.

“Fifty grand,” Ashton says, standing. “Fifty grand for the hot hockey player. Going once, going twice…”

“Daddy,” Sasha whines. He nods again. “Sixty!”

Everyone is cheering and laughing.

“A hundred grand,” Ashton states, as though he’s bored. “I could go all night.”

Wendy grins. “He has it. Of course he does.”

Spoiled rich shit.

“Daddy,” Sasha begs. This time, he shakes his head.

“Date with a hockey player! Sold to the dean’s son for a hundred thousand dollars! This is fantastic! Imagine how this will help our future athletes!” Courtney exclaims, ignoring the furious glare of her friend.

Ashton sits back in his seat as the auction moves to other items, none of which earned more money than my date. Drew and Mia seem relieved that Sasha didn’t win. Wendy is getting drunk off wine and giggling at her son’s antics. Curtis is annoyed, but keeps his lips pursed from saying anything.

Ashton reaches over, grabbing my tie and pulling me across Mia so he can grin at me. “For that kind of money, I expect a happy ending after that date.” He waggles his brows at me, earning a groan from both Curtis and Drew.

Mia smacks him. “Ashton!”

“For that kind of money,” I tease, “I’ll give you a baby and a ring too.”

This time, Mia smacks me.“Ashton!” Mia cries out, fisting the blankets on my bed as I plow into her from behind. “Holy fuuuuck!”

I smack her ass. “Quiet, woman. We have guests.”

Her cunt clenches, making me groan. Goddamn this woman makes me crazy. I drive into her hard and relentless. Her cute little ass turns red from my handprint.

“Oh God!” she cries out, her body trembling with her sudden orgasm.

The way her body squeezes mine has me tipping over the edge. I yank out of her, rip the condom off, and then rub my bare dick along her ass crack, marking her skin with my seed. My veiny dick is red from fucking her and I crave to see it coated with her arousal. It looks good, though, sliding through the mess I’ve made on her. Gripping my cock, I tease at her asshole.

“I want in here one day, baby. You going to let me?”