"What’s our plan? What are we going to say to her?"
"Get up to our bedroom. We need to teach you a lesson and make you ours forever," Paul says.
Mark nods in agreement.
I shake my head. "Seriously?"
"I am serious. That's what I plan to say to her." Paul looks at Mark like I'm insane.
Mark furrows his brow at me. "I'm sorry, are wenothaving sex with her immediately?"
I groan, adjusting the hard bulge growing at the front of my pants because, yes, I would like that. "She ran away to a town without cell reception. I think we need to address any reservations she might have before we overwhelm her with lots of sex and orgasms."
"My way is more fun," Paul grumbles.
Mark clenches his jaw and stares at me for a long moment. He wants to do it Paul’s way, but logic finally wins out, and he nods. "Fine. We'll figure out why she left us first."
I look at both of them. Their pain is mine. We all want Skylar to want us. "She gets a chance to explain, then we edge her until her orgasms are so incredible, she’ll never leave us again."
Mark and Paul groan, adjusting themselves at the image of Skylar crying out in pleasure.
"All right, let's go get our girl," Mark declares.
Paul checks his watch as we head up the sidewalk toThe Wet Whistle. "What kind of bar is this busy at 11 o'clock?"
"A bar that serves lunch," a high-pitched voice answers, making us all jump.
We turn to look at the older woman in the red coat standing behind us.
"You boys in the right place? Foxy Falls in the winter isn’t much fun for tourists."
"We’re only here for a few nights," Mark explains.
The woman grins. "Ooh, the ladies will be in heaven if you three come to the auction tomorrow night." She shakes the paper in her hand and holds it out to us. "If you're planningto bid, you have to stop by the police station before noon. All bidders have to be vetted."
We examine the brochure announcing that New Year's Eve marks the annualFoxy Falls Auction and Fundraiser.
"Thank you, ma'am." I grin at the woman and hold the door open for her. "After you."
"Call me Babs, sugar." The woman pats my cheek as she slides past and calls out to someone inside. "Diane! I got rid of half of them."
Paul, Mark, and I look at each other and head inside.
The tables are packed, and excited chatter fills the large space. A line of single diners sits at the bar, and a group of people sets up a game of pool in the back corner. A large table on the left side of the bar is filled with what appears to be swag bags.
Babs heads over there with her stack of papers and whispers to the woman behind the table, who eyes us curiously.
As I glance around, a curvy vision barrels out of the kitchen with a tray full of plates. Skylar looks tired and a little frazzled, but as beautiful and sexy as ever. She greets the people at the table like old friends as she maneuvers her tray like a pro.
"Here are the meatloaf sliders with sweet potato fries for Henry. The steak sandwich with regular fries for Phillip, and the grilled chicken chopped salad with a side of tots for Deirdre."
A chorus of thanks follows as she turns back to the kitchen.
Then she sees us.
"Holy shit." Skylar stares at us with a mixture of elation and panic as we descend upon her.
As we get closer, Steak Sandwich moves his hand to the gun on his hip and stands. "You know these guys, Skylar?"
