Page 17 of Her Wedding Night

Abruptly, he stands up, staggering back, and points at Gracie. “Come suck my dick.”

Gilly rolls his eyes. “That’s not how we do it, Colin. Sit your ass down and finish this hand.”

Colin grabs the cup I gave him and swallows another big slug. “Don’t care. I’m fucking horny, man.”

Oh shit. Can the drops make someone hyper-aroused, or an asshole, instead of putting them to sleep? Colin is younger and more fit than the captain upstairs. What did Gabriel give me?

Gracie flutters her eyes at him. “What will you bid for me?”

“Anything you want, princess. Come put your mouth on it. Give me some relief.”

She glances at Gilly and Forrest, who look like they’re in charge. And I guess maybe she’s dealt with this before, because she leaps onto an empty chair, then up onto the table, giving them the show they want. “Shortest virgin auction ever, fellows?”

Forrest grunts and waves her over to Colin, who stumbles to a sun bed, unzips, flops onto his back…and immediately starts snoring.

Like, spontaneously. Dick out and everything.

Gracie deftly removes the watch from his wrist and twirls around, curtsying for everyone else. “You guys can bid on me again if you want,” she says. “I don’t think he’s waking up for me to do anything with that.”

Forrest shakes his head. “It’s the new girl’s turn.”

No. I shake my head.

Ethan shakes his head.

Gilly laughs. “Oh yeah. Definitely. I want her up on the table. She looks terrified.”

Yeah, no shit I’m terrified. “Uhh…” I bite my lip and try to act like Gracie. “How about I start us off with a round of drinks?”

“No,” Ethan snarls. “I told you, she’s mine.”

“Depends how much you put up, asshole.” Gilly’s voice is harder than before. “She’s real pretty. Tiny, too. Bet she’s super fucking tight. You said you wanted to bring your tutor out for one of these sails. You didn’t say anything about how fucking hot she was.”

“Leave her alone.” Ethan sounds manic, and I wonder how much of this Gabriel is catching.

Still wish he was your son, you crazy hot angel?

“Get on the table,” Forrest says to me at the same time as Ethan says, “Get the captain.”

Gilly pulls out a gun. “Shut the fuck up, Ethan.”

Gracie screams.

There’s a painful beat of panicked silence, then Hannah and Alyssa realize a gun has been pulled, and they scream, too.

My first thought is,What now, Gabriel? Should I throw the stupid vial at him?

Which is horrible, because my second thought is,Seriously, Lucy? You thought you could handle yourself alone here?

We were both wrong.

Gilly waves the gun at Ethan. “Get her on the table. We’re doing this right.”

That’s when I realize I’m shaking my head.No no no no no.

I go still. Try to channel some of the bravado I had before, but I’ve never been threatened with a gun before. That has a way of profoundly changing a girl. Turning her into a scaredy cat with very good reason.

Gilly turns to Forrest. “You do it. Give her a little taste of what it’s like to be manhandled by someone who isn’t chickenshit.”

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