Page 1 of Sold to the Single Daddies

CHAPTER 1

Mills

One Year Earlier

Her.She was the one. For the night, anyway. My cock hardened at the sight of her standing on the darkened stage in front of a room full of starving men. The women who’d gone before her had been thinner and dressed in tiny pieces of lingerie. They’d been blonder with hair which reached for god himself it was so big. They’d strode across the stage confidently and looked as if they belonged atClub Devil.They fit in with the sleek room which smelled like expensive whiskey and illegal cigars.

Not my girl.

She was taller than the rest of the women and her curves made my mouth water. Full breasts I wanted to get lost in, thick thighs I wanted to see painted with my come. Her waist nipped in but I could tell she’d be soft there. She’d be soft everywhere. Her long, inky black hair would be soft, too. It curled down to her waist and caught the lights around her like the wings of a raven. Her mile-long legs were made to wrap around the waist of a big man. I was going to be that man.

When the auctioneer started the bidding, another man across the room raised his hand and a bolt of rage crashed through my body. She was not going to anyone else. Not when I could see the quick rise and fall of her chest, the red tinge of embarrassment across her cheeks and chest. She was mine.

I raised my hand and watched the dark angel on stage look at me. Her blue eyes practically glowed and her full cherry red lips parted slightly. The lights weren’t bright enough on the stage that she couldn’t see out into the audience. She looked straight at me and I watched as she tipped her chin up slightly, an act of defiance that just made me want her more.

The man across the room lifted his hand again and those blue eyes moved away from me. Unacceptable. I’d watched the way she’d shyly crossed the stage and stood in her babydoll nightie with her thighs clenched together and her hands balled into fists. Her nervous energy was mine to swallow whole that night. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath. I raised my hand higher.

Movement from my left drew my attention away from my pick. West raised his hand. Then, Tate did as well. My brothers wanted her, too. I leaned closer to them and met their dark gazes one at a time.

“She’s mine.” I was the oldest, older than Tate by just a minute but it counted. In most things my brothers let me call the shots. They normally didn’t give a shit one way or another but I knew immediately that the woman on stage was different.

Tate raised an eyebrow at me and shook his head. “Not tonight, brother. She’s mine.”

West raised his hand in response to the man across the room. “I’m more than willing to spend all of our friend’s money tonight.”

I looked back at the stage and saw those blue eyes move around the table we were at. She watched us closely, no longer looking away when someone else bid. I could almost taste the pulse pounding at her throat. I would gladly bankrupt Arlo, Shepherd, and Rhett, if it meant getting the night with her. I lifted my hand again.

“If they didn’t want us to spend their money they wouldn’t have suggested it.” Tate tore his gaze away from the stage. “However, I’m sure there’s a limit to their generosity. We can keep bidding against each other all night. I’m not backing down.”

“Same here.” West licked his lips as he watched her. “So?”

I growled and gripped my whiskey glass tighter. “Don’t fucking say it, Tate.”

“Seems to be the Hellstone way of late.” He grinned at the stage and ran his hand through his hair. “It’s either going to be all of us or none of us.”

“And you fucking said it.” I was hoping for a night away from thoughts of our family. I didn’t want to think about our parents, our sisters, their odd relationships, or even the ranch. I’d taken our old friends up on their offer to get away from Devil’s Den because I was desperate. I hadn’t ventured into a sex club to think about the same shit I could think about at home.

“None of us are going to back down.” West looked at me and shrugged. “I can make it work.”

“You can make it work? Are you fucking serious?” I raised my hand again and watched as she stared between the three of us with wide eyes. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing we were thinking. Was her pussy getting wet at the thought of the three of us taking her? “Jesus. If there’s no other way, fuck it.”

Tate nodded. “Do it.”

I stood up and spoke an obnoxiously large number which shut down the rest of the bidding. The auctioneer looked at me and grinned. The angel on stage looked at me and took a deep breath. Good. She was going to need it.

“Looks like we have a winner. Come to the front to collect your prize, Sir.”

Tate and West stood with me and we moved toward the stage together as one. I’d heard more than once that the three of us could be intimidating. We were big men, we looked like three lost Vikings and none of us were prone to smiling. When we moved in tandem, I was sure we cut an imposing figure. She didn’t run screaming. She was perfectly still as she assessed us.

The club manager, a woman named Hunter who’d welcomed us at the start of the night, met us at the stage and frowned. “Ifthe three of you are too much for her, you’re going to have to accept that. We normally would’ve clarified if one of the women were open to multiple partners.”

I frowned down at her. I appreciated her doing her job and looking out for the women who were auctioned off but, in that moment, she was getting in my way. “We had no plans on sharing a woman tonight but…”

Hunter smiled. “Fate stepped in.”

I let out a grunt of disapproval. “Fate. Sure.”

Hunter nodded to our prize and we watched as she came down the steps to join us. From up close her eyes were even brighter and her skin was milky perfection. She was more beautiful than any one woman had the right to be.

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