Page 3 of Secret Baby Daddies
College party. Climbing a fence. Sex party. Giant bed filled with three hunky older men. My legs stretched wide as they took turns devouring me until I screamed. My ass in the air. Me on my knees. Gagging on thick cocks. Being held down. Being fucked. Being fucked again. And again.
It didn’t all come back and the images were hazy but with each one came more awareness of the aches in my body. Even my jaw was sore. My vagina felt like it’d taken a beating and was swollen and slightly bruised. I had definitely ridded myself of that pesky virginity. Even sore, that space between my thighs grew slick at the images I couldn’t seem to stop.
I ignored that desire and held my breath as I slowly unwound myself from the bed. As good as the night before had been, from what I could recall, the idea of facing the three older men while sober made me cringe so hard it hurt. I could remember the start of my interaction with the men and I’d been high enough to not be painfully awkward but I knew that if sober, I’d freeze up.
Once I was standing at the foot of the bed and had gathered my clothes, I looked back at the three of them still stretched out. They’d somehow escaped with their masks still in place, while mine was nowhere to be found. There were so many muscles on display that my mouth watered. One of them was on his stomachand the curve of his ass was deliciously round. I wanted to sink my teeth into it and mark him.
That thought shocked me and I shook my head to clear it. One night of sex and I was suddenly a wild woman? Hardly. I yanked my dress over my head and then my hips, making sure I was relatively decent before grabbing my heels and backing towards the door.
I took one last look at the men who’d blown my virginity to pieces and then fled. The house was empty and had already been cleaned after the party. As I let myself out of the immaculate house I almost had to doubt my own memory of the night. There was no sign of the lust-fueled party from the night before.
It didn’t matter. I had to go. I closed the door softly behind me and then took off at a jog, holding my heels in my hands. It was the most obvious walk/ jog of shame ever but I just needed to get back to my car and get as far away from that house as possible. I’d been bold enough to face the men the night before, thanks to the pill, but in the light of day? Not even a little bit.
By the time I found Belinda, I was panting and sweating so much I felt like a swamp monster. I silently apologized to her as I slid behind the wheel and reached under my seat for the key. I knew no one would ever steal Belinda so I never bothered to take the key or lock her. I dragged the seatbelt across my body and used the large safety pin I’d found specifically for that purpose to pin it to the seat. The belt was broken but I didn’t want, or more realistically, couldn’t afford a ticket. Belinda started after three tries and only backfired once as I pulled away from the curb.
I drove straight to my apartment and luckily, snuck inside without anyone spotting me. I could only imagine if my asshole neighbor, Aaron, had noticed me. I hated him and the last thing I wanted was for him to have ammunition to use against me in our ongoing battle.
Showering was the thing I should’ve done but instead I went straight to the kitchen and found the slice of chocolate cake I’d tucked away for the moment I came home from losing my virginity at a college party. Plans had changed but the overall project had been completed. I deserved the cake.
I carried it into my bedroom and stopped when I caught my reflection in the mirror next to my dresser. I froze mid-chew as I took in the state of my body. Mussed hair, red rash on my face from their beards, marks up and down my throat and neck. When I stripped naked I saw more marks, like the fingerprint shaped bruises on my hips.
I turned and looked at my body over my shoulder, gasping when I saw what looked like a bite mark on the lower curve of my ass. A flash of memory nearly brought me to my knees and turned my face bright red. The dark-eyed one had me on my hands and knees and was pushing me into yet another orgasm with his mouth and fingers. His tongue had been…everywhere. I’d already had the shape of his hand stinging across one cheek and when I cried out my release, he’d sunk his teeth into my other cheek and I’d screamed.
“God.” I ran my fingers over the lightly raised mark and shuddered. “I think I’m a pervert…”
I was so turned on by the flashes of memory. It was like I was watching a porn movie of myself in my head. I bitterly cursed the drug and the fact I couldn’t remember the feelings exactly as they’d happened. Unable to resist, I stretched out on my bed and slowly moved my hand down to my core. I was definitely sore but when I touched my clit, electric pulses shot through my body. I gasped and pictured them taking me. It took me three strokes to come hard with a loud moan.
Banging from the wall made me flinch and then Aaron’s voice rang out in my room as clear as if he was in the room with me.
“Pervert!”
I slumped back on my bed and blew out a deep breath.
“You’re the pervert! Stop listening to me!”
He banged once more and then turned on his favorite playlist, which I was pretty sure was called ‘Anything and Everything to Make Harley Beau Want to Murder Me’. I dragged my pillow over my face and screamed into it. Back to reality.
CHAPTER 4
Harley
Two Months Later
The flower shop I worked in five days a week was called By Another Name and owned by Susie Michaels, my friend Hunter’s mom. I’d met Hunter through her mom and I’d learned about Club Devil from Hunter. She managed the bar and had gotten my name on the auction list when I’d practically begged her to. The money I could take away from one night of work at the club could equal more than I’d make at the flower shop in a year. Depending on who bid on me, anyway.
As much as I loved the flower shop, I needed more money. I wanted to finish my degree and find somewhere to live with space for my plants. I yearned for a greenhouse.
I wiped the counter after finishing a simple bouquet for Hunter. She stood across from me, her bright red eyebrows raised. I ignored the look and wrapped the bouquet without the normal tag from the shop.
“Does Micah know how lucky she is to have you?”
“Don’t do that. Don’t try to trick me into not having the conversation we need to have. The auction is this weekend. You’ve been weirdly silent about the whole thing. If you chicken out this time, I’m taking it as a sign that this isn’t right for you and I’m taking you off the list.”
I bit back a yawn and shook my head. “Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
She just stared at me.
“Fine! Fine. I’m pooping my pants but I’m coming. I’m going to stand on that auction block and smile so pretty that some rich man can’t help but pay tons of dollars for me.” I looked over at Susie who’d just walked in from the back. “Your daughter is extra sassy today.”
