Page 5 of Eggnog and Edging
Sure, late at night when I fist my cock and imagine sinking into her pussy, I acknowledge she might be a virgin, but I never daredtoy with the thought otherwise. My forbidden fantasy had to stay a secret.
But I lose control. “There’s no way my best friend’s daughter is going to sell her virginity.”
A split-second before my mouth opened, I thought the statement was going to sound protective in a fatherly way, but it leaves me feeling vulnerable, that I was too close to revealing that I care about her.
She might not want Ryker or me. She might have just been toying with us. She’s bound to know how the other auctions went, which means she wants a group of men to win her. Jealousy and possessiveness roll through my veins.
“It’s not a big deal, and it’s for charity,” Starla says, like she’ll be selling baked goods in front of the grocery store.
Ross looks like he’s about to break. “Having sex with the highest bidder, whoever that stranger might be, is definitely a big deal. You need to wait until–”
“That’s Puritanical bullshit!” She stands her ground.
“It’s about your safety.” I cover the ground between us and tower over her.
“You can’t just go off fucking strangers.” Ryker looks betrayed.
With my insider information about his feelings for her, I can understand why.
Starla spouts something about double standards for women and asks whether her dad had sex outside of wedlock, then turns her ire on Ryker and me, asking if we’ve ever had sex. It’s not at all the same. Then again, she’s not entirely wrong.
There has to be a way to talk sense into her, but it might blow up in my face if I announce that I love her right now. I shift my gaze to Ryker momentarily. There’s pain in his expression, but if the two of us get her away from her dad, maybe we can talk her out of participating.
“We’re all doing it,” her blond friend says, and it clicks in my head that Starla wouldn’t have done this on her own.
It gives me an ounce of hope, but Ross is livid.
“Whatever night the auction is, you’re grounded.”
“I’m twenty-two, you can’t ground me.”
“My roof, my rules. You are not going to that auction.”
Chapter 3
Starla
I have a firm grip on the cooler as Bellamie speeds away from my house. Winning the eggnog competition has become the least of my worries.
How awkward would the auction be if there were only two women in it? I hate not making good on my commitment. I also hate being under my dad’s control. Things are going to have to change; I’m just not sure I can do much in the next week.
If I hadn’t taken a spot in the auction, would our friend Molly have gotten an invite? She acted weird about applying, but I think she really wanted to participate. Maybe there’s still time to regroup.
If Jolene wasn’t so obsessed with Krampus, Santa’s dark counterpart, I would ask if we could just go to her place or Bellamie’s. But Jolene can’t wait to get spanked by the big horned hairy monster who doles out punishments to naughty girls.
Jolene throws her arm over the seat back. “Since when did you and your dad's best friend have a thing?”
“Since never.”
How can she be worried about that after my dad grounded me from the auction?
“Does he know that?” Bellamie laughs, glances over her shoulder, then quickly returns her focus to the road. “I was a couple of feet away, and clearly witnessed him slurping eggnog off of you. Starla, he pinned you to the counter!”
I swallow, remembering how hot the kitchen had suddenly gotten after he came in.
“He's never acted like that before.” My words fade as I finally have time to think about everything that’s happened. “Quick question… were you two my secret admirer?”
“What?” they say simultaneously.
