“Just want to make sure they know I’m in it to win it.”
We share squeals and excitement as reality sets in that my first mission is accomplished.
Tank takes the stage next. Time for mission number two.
My heart goes into a weird pounding flutter, and I’m pretty sure my panties melt right off of me.
Tank has dirty blonde hair and his bangs are long enough to frame his face, tucking in around his jaw. He often pulls it back, not necessarily in a man bun, but it’s not long enough to be a ponytail. He just kind of puts a band on it and doesn’t make a fuss.
Like he gives zero fucks what the world thinks. That defines his entire personality.
I’ve only seen the tattoos that are on his hands, and I’m imagining that if I had the pleasure of seeing him naked, I’d enjoy the full expanse of his body art.
He’s into jewelry too and wears a couple rings and some bracelets that look like some metaphysical thing, so I don’t know if he has a belief in that, but he wears it so well, I have to catch my breath before raising my paddle.
Laughter booms over the PA as my other hand tips my cup to my lips only to realize I’ve consumed the whole drink. No wonder I’m feeling flushed.
Jefferson says, “Okay, I guess we need to end the introductions because we’re already getting bids, Tank.”
Oops. I halt my cringe by proudly waving the paddle.
I lock eyes with Daisy, another eager bidder and nod. I love my newfound boldness, and I fully intend to go home with all three of these guys. With half a million dollars of my grandmother’s money at my disposal for this auction, I’m not worried that anyone will be able to win these guys out from under me.
Daisy raises her paddle. She’s notoriously single, never having found a boyfriend who could meet her needs. But she won’t be getting any of the biker-firefighters alone this evening. Well, not this evening, but for the four hours they owe the winner.
A few other women join in the bidding, which doesn’t surprise me because Tank is absolutely swoon worthy. His beard. Did I mention his beard? Oh God, his beard leaves me dying to find out how that and his mustache would tickle me with a kiss anywhere on my body. And I mean anywhere.
The fluster of trying to watch who’s bidding against me, just about leaves my head spinning so I look at the stage. At Tank. And he’s staring at me.
Deliberately. Shamelessly. Seductively.
Letting the world fall away, I keep my number in the air and lock eyes with him.
He has soulful eyes. I don’t know what he’s been through. He’s reserved and nobody seems to know anything other than he’s had some bad breakups. #soulmates
I can only hope. And before I know it, I’ve outlasted the other bidders and he’s going home with me as well. I really need to stop thinking that. I need to respect that these men have their own lives, probably have their own women as they would term them in the MC.
But yeah, I’m ready to take them home tonight and get my four hours as soon as possible. What I’m not prepared for is that Tank gives me a wink and a sly smile before he leaves the stage.
The crowd goes wild…as they say. Were his wink and smile part of the show, keeping the audience amped to open their wallets? No worries, I’ve got this covered. Thank you, Grandma.
It takes a few seconds before Purge comes on, which gives me a chance to fan myself.
Instead of leaving my paddle up the entire time for him, I have fun with the other ladies, running the bid up because I know I can afford it.
When I lower my paddle, I realize that Purge is staring at me, and he shakes his head. Does he not want me to put my paddle down? Curious if I read his head shake correctly, I lift the paddle a little bit.
He nods and smiles.
Next thing I know, he’s off the stage and he’s coming my way.
Two
Purge
I’mchillingbackstage,notpaying attention to the auction. Just scrolling through my phone when Winger and Tank come back.
“You’re up, man. Better hope she didn’t spend all her money on us,” Winger says.