"In about twenty minutes," Mark replies.
She nods, ducking in through the back door of the kitchen with a little smirk thrown my way.
I raise my eyebrows at Vance, who grins sheepishly as he walks down the alley toward Main Street.
"Hey, Vance," I call out to him.
He turns to look at me.
"You better bid on her, or somebody else will."
His eyes darken, and he nods, hustling to the front to do just that.
"Vance and Nora?" I whisper to Mark, clapping my hands with glee.
Mark chuckles. "I'd like to talk about that, but first..." He opens the door to the SUV, and the warmth from inside wraps around me.
I climb into the back seat, crooking my finger at one of my sexy men, who eagerly complies.
This year is going out with a bang.
Chapter ten
Paul
"Wake up, sunshine. It's time for dinner." I trace the line of Skylar's cheek with my finger as I try to convince her to get up—to no avail.
I glance at the bedroom doors, behind which I can hear Mark and Hunter getting ready. It will all be wasted if I can't convince our sleeping beauty to get out of bed.
"Let's skip dinner and sleep forever," Skylar mumbles as I try to nudge her awake. At least, that's what I think she said. It's hard to hear with her face smooshed into a pillow.
"No, baby. You need to eat. And this place is like nothing you'll ever see again." I lift the covers, but Skylar rolls over and curls her legs up under her T-shirt to stay warm.
Well, fuck. That's adorable. And inconvenient as hell.
"Come on, Sky. The Eiffel Tower is all lit up. You can see it from the balcony," I try again, but Skylar mumbles incoherently.
Weeks of travel and nonstop sex have finally caught up with our girl, and she's exhausted. Typically, I would be the first to let her sleep, but not tonight. We left Fox Falls almost two months ago, heading out the day after the auction. All the bachelorettes found their happily ever after, many of them in arrangements similar to ours. We like to think we did our part in keeping the female population of Foxy Falls warm this winter.
Hunter stays in contact with Ms. Diane even more than Skylar does, and she’s convinced this fall will see a record number of births.
I blow out a long breath, gazing around the spacious hotel room, looking for a solution. My eyes land on my small black bag filled with toys. I walk over, selecting lube and Thor's Thunder. If this one doesn't wake her up, I don't know what will. We established consent to play with Skylar while she sleeps, so I have zero qualms about using an orgasm to get her out of bed.
I roll Skylar onto her back, and she smiles in her sleep.
"Let's give you something to really smile about, baby," I whisper.
I descend between her legs, licking up her seam and spending time on her gorgeous clit. Skylar moans, opening her legs further even as her eyes remain closed. Once I have her dripping with her sweet honey, I grab Thor and slick him up with lube. I’m never jealous of the toys we use, but if I didn't need to remainclothed, I would much prefer to replace this monstrosity with my cock.
C'est la vie.
I continue to lick little circles around her clit, and Skylar moans, tossing her head on the pillow as she rouses. Notching the tip of Thor at her opening, I watch in pure ecstasy as her perfect pussy takes the massive dildo.
"Oh, God!" Skylar calls out.
I continue to slowly thrust the toy as I flick her clit with my tongue. Her eyes pop open, searching wildly to make sense of the pleasure flooding her body. The slow smile of gratitude stretching across her face when she sees me is enough to make me as hard as a rock. I remind myself that this sex is not just about her pleasure, but about getting her to the next stage, or I'm liable to forget what's happening outside the door while I ravage her body for the rest of the evening.
"Oh, oh, oh," Skylar chants, her little moans of pleasure growing frantic as she pulls at my hair.
