Page 1 of The Auction: Bonus Epilogue

Lincoln

I come awakeat the feel of a tiny hand stroking my face.

“Daddy.”

I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that word or the way it makes my heart feel full inside. I open my eyes to see our three-year-old daughter standing by my side of the bed, her purple unicorn pajamas all askew, the tatty cuddly piglet toy draped over her arm. Her hair, the shade as her mother’s, is sticking out in every direction and my heart squeezes tight. Yes, baby girl?”

When I married the love of my life four years ago, I believed that there’d never be another in my life who could hold even a tiny piece of that once cold, dead organ but now I know differently. Eliza Coldwell holds so much of my heart along with her mother, that I wonder how I can even breathe some days.

“I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?”

There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for my daughter, so I inch back, making sure not to wake the woman who’s snoring softly behind me, her body curled around mine. “Of course, baby.”

I wrap my arms around Eliza as she tucks her thumb into her mouth and closes her eyes, nestling against me, her knees digging into my ribs. The thing I discovered about having a child in your bed is that they take up more room than ten adults. I’ve woken so many times to an elbow in the face that I’m used to it now.

I let my body and brain drift into a half-sleep, half-awake state, knowing that a full, deep sleep isn’t going to happen so close to dawn. Instead, I enjoy this time with the people I love the most surrounding me.

What feels like moments later, my eyes fly open and I see my child giggling as she smooches my eyelids up and down as she sits on my chest.

“Liza, what are you doing to me, you little monkey?”

“You were making funny noises like a lion, Daddy.”

“A lion, huh? Well, maybe you should run from the big scary lion before he eats you for breakfast.” I growl again and dive for Eliza, tickling her until she squeals with delight.

“No, Daddy, you can’t eat me for breakfast. You have to make pancakes.”

I glance at my beautiful wife beside me, who is watching our antics with love and acceptance on her face, and know I’m the luckiest man alive.

“Yeah, Daddy, we want pancakes.”

A growl of a different kind escapes my throat now and I have to fight my body’s reaction to Lottie’s husky, suggestive tone.

I lean over her as Eliza makes a grab for her piglet on the floor. “Don’t use that tone with me, young lady.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“You know very well why.”

Her hand reaches under the covers and cups my hard cock. My eyes almost roll back in my head at the feel of her hands on me. She releases me and jumps from the bed, her tiny shorts and vest barely covering her sinful body.

“Come with momma, Liza. We can start the pancakes while Daddy takes care of something big.”

“Yes, Mommy, pancakes.”

I watch her sway her hips a little bit more, teasing me with a look I recognize as want as she ushers our child from the room. I palm my dick and squeeze, wondering if it will just go away but I know myself too well. Going an entire day around Lottie like this will be torture, and not the good kind.

Jumping from the bed I head for the bathroom and shuck my boxers. Sleeping naked isn’t something that happens with a three-year-old in the house. In fact, our entire sex life has changed now we have Eliza. Things have gotten more creative and stolen moments more precious. But the desire for one another is still as strong as the day we reunited after ten years, perhaps more so now.

The water cascades over my shoulders as I stroke my cock, my fist tightening at the crown, and I conjure up one of my favorite memories of Lottie. We were at the club, just after we’d moved in here, and one of the waitresses got overly familiar. Lottie dragged me to the nearest empty room, pushed me against the wall, and given me the blow job to end all blow jobs.

About halfway through I realized it was a viewing room and we had an audience. I’d fought the need to come down her throat right then and there, wanting her to have a choice.

“Lottie, this is a viewing room and we have an audience.” My fingers tightened in her hair as she stilled. I thought she’d be furious with me for not noticing which room she’d chosen, but the truth was, I lost my head around this woman and wouldn’t have noticed at all if it hadn’t been for the flicker of movement on the camera in the corner. “Baby, you can stop.”

My dick pulsed in obvious distress at the thought of her stopping and then she’d shocked the hell out of me. Deep throating my cock and moaning as she redoubled her efforts, putting on the show of a lifetime and making me come so hard I thought I might pass out.

I moan as my hand slaps the shower tile, my legs almost buckling as my balls draw up, electricity zips in my lower spine and I come hard. Ropes of my seed landing on my belly and the wall, and is quickly washed away by the warm water.