Court elbows me. “Girl, are you sure you brought enough money? These bitches are rabid.”
I smile, confident. “Tate’s mine. They’ll all know it soon enough.”
“What’s with this mine? I knew you liked him.”
I just shake my head, because she’s right. I do like him, more than a lot.
He struts down the catwalk in his jersey. Thud. I just died a little. I should check my pulse.
My parents might lose their minds when they see my checking account after this auction, because I plan to win. I don’t care the cost.
The bidding starts at two hundred dollars, and I hold up the paddle and leave it up the entire time as the number keeps climbing.
Tate smiles as he looks at me. He does a quick spin, shrugging his jersey over his head, tossing it at me. Court catches it and about gets in a fight with two other girls for it. I pry it from her hands and slip it over my head, while she holds my paddle up, and I’m loving the way his smell enraptures me. I smile back at Tate. His abs are perfection. My man looks good.
The girls sulk but turn their attention back to my man as he flexes his muscles.
The bidding is insane, the number keeps climbing and my bank account is crying as I keep countering every offer. He flexes his muscles again, and I squeal. I can’t help it.
Tate looks nervous as he hears my next bid. He frowns, but he must not know me as well as he thinks. Like him, I hate to lose.
I keep an impassive face. Game on.
This one bitch keeps outbidding me. She’s gone as far to up the stakes by two thousand dollars. I’ve got this. There’s no way anyone will beat my next offer.
Before last call, the bid is at five thousand, and I’m about to win until some rich trust fund chick screams out ten thousand dollars.
Oh, I’ve had enough of this.
“Amaya, just let her win,” Courtney mutters urgently, attempting to take my paddle from me.
I stand up and shout, “Fifteen thousand.” It’s time they all realize that Tate is my man. It’s time I make it known, not only for Tate, but for me. I’m ready to really give us a shot. No more games.
Tate stares at me in shock and he looks like he’s about to piss his pants. Courtney groans from the seat next to me and the girl that just bid before me looks miffed and walks away.
“Sold, to number fourteen,” the host announces, pointing at me. I sit back down and pull out my checkbook to write out the donation, handing it to the fraternity brother that comes over asking for payment.
Tate, Big Tex, and Adams come to me as soon as the auction is over.
“We’ll all chip in to help pay for that bid,” Adams swears.
“Don’t worry about it, I have more than enough.” I shoot Tate a wink. “My parents are both doctors, the best in their fields actually. Trust me, I got this.”
He remains quiet, just staring at me.
Big Tex speaks up. “Thanks for saving King here from that witch. She’s been trying to hook herself to him ever since he became captain of the team.”
I grin. “No one was winning my man.” I laugh.
“Can I talk to you?” Tate asks quietly once the laughing stops.
He grabs my hand and pulls me out into the hallway, shoving me against the wall. His mouth descends on mine before I can even ask him what he’s doing. His fingers run through my hair, over my shoulders and down to my butt. He lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around his thick waist. I can feel every hard muscle of his shirtless chest pressing against me as he holds me against the wall. My arms are around his neck loving that he doesn’t care who sees us.
We are nothing but a tangled mess of tongues and fingers as people walk by us whispering. I’m too caught up in this moment to let it bother me.
His mouth and his hands are possessive and full of desire.
Pulling away, I’m panting, out of breath. Tate allows me to slide back down from his hold, giving me a moment to breathe. God, do I want to be with him. I swear, I had the best non-touching of my vagina orgasm I’ve ever had.