Society Girls: Sierra

by Crystal Perkins

  Miles is wearing his old jersey open over jeans. He doesn’t do anything special, just walking like normal. And he walks off with $320,000.

  The Griffin Brothers each bring in over $500,000, and then it’s my turn. I pick up the little kitten from her carrier and check my hair in the mirror as Sierra starts my introduction. I did what she asked, and have a sleeveless shirt on, showing off my guns. I have jeans and boots on, too. It’s the kitten and the arms that will bring in the money, so I’ll be playing up both.

  “Joel has been very vocal about losing his Kitten, but maybe a nice date with one of you lucky ladies will help to ease the pain,” Sierra is saying as I walk out, holding the kitten I brought up by my chin so she can nuzzle against me. Sierra’s smiling, but I can tell she’s not enjoying herself at the moment. She trusts me, but she doesn’t want me to go on a date with one of the screaming women.

  “Not a chance,” I whisper in my Kitten’s ear as I walk by her. “My Kitten is irreplaceable.” She smiles, and I almost kiss her. Almost. I need her to make the first move in that direction.

  The bidding has already started by the time I get to the end of the runway. No one except for security—and Brayden—is expecting me to jump off the stage. The security guys surround me as I walk over to the table where he’s sitting with Darcy and their friends and family. Her eyes widen as I hold out the kitten to her.

  “From Brayden, because you’re his Cat, and from me, because you take good care of my Kitten.”

  She leans up and kisses my cheek before kissing Brayden full on the mouth. That’s my cue to head back to the stage. I hop back up and hear some yell out a bid for $600,000. Not too shabby. I look that way and see a whole table of women smiling. I recognize some of them from outside of the stadium, and while I’m surprised to see them here, money is money. I was just hoping to be going on a date with someone who wasn’t already trying to get in my pants. Maybe I’ll bring security with me.

  Just when I think they’ve won, another bid comes from across the room. It’s for $700,000, and it comes from a table that’s similar to the other one. Well, okay. This is definitely not what I was expecting, and apparently neither was Sierra, because before anyone in the audience can celebrate a win, she yells out her own bid from behind me.

  “One million dollars. Sold for one million dollars.”

  My head whips around, and I see her shrug and bite her lip. I throw my head back and laugh as she starts walking to me. I can hear yelling from the bunnies about it not being fair and cheers from Sierra’s friends, urging her on, but all I’m focused on is her as she comes for me. Back to me.

  She’s got on a sexy, one-shouldered blue gown that has a sheer triangle showing a hint of her left breast. The bottom is like a toga, gathered on one side, and trailing on the floor behind her. Silver heels are peeking out on the side where it’s open a little, and I want to run my hands up her leg, opening her up to me. She doesn’t stop when she gets to me, but grabs my biceps and pulls me to her, kissing the hell out of me.

  “Hi, Kitten,” I say when we break apart.

  The crowd goes even wilder, and then I realize she’s still got the microphone in her hand. They all heard me, and now they know. I was never hoping for a cat to come back to me. I was waiting for Sierra, my one and only Gatinha.

  She leans her head on my shoulder, laughing as she rubs my arms. After about a minute, she lifts her head and turns back to the crowd. “Thank you all for coming and bidding. Please go to the back of the room to pay if you’ve won a date. On behalf of the Corrigan & Co. Foundation, we thank you for your generosity in our live auction. The silent auction items will still be open for another two hours. Your dinner will be served shortly.”

  She turns off the microphone, and drops it to the ground before wrapping her arms around me again. “I just paid a million dollars for a date with you.”

  “I thought you were buying my arms.”

  “Abs, Joel, abs. We’ve been over this already. Focus.”

  “All I can focus on is the fact that you just claimed me in front of this room full of people.”

  “Yeah, well, I went a little nuts when I saw all those women bidding on you.”

  “Just a little. Do you need a loan? I can pay the million dollars. I’d be more than happy to do it.”

  “No. I have the money.” She bites her lip again, and I kiss her teeth away.

  “What’s wrong, meu amor?”

  “I trust you. I didn’t buy the date because I thought you’d cheat. I want you to know that.”

  “I do know that. By the way, this dress, you…gostosa…simply stunning.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I should go change into my suit.”

  “I could help.”

  Oh, yeah. “You won’t be missed?”

  “My duties for the night are done.”

  “Then, by all means, please help me get out of these clothes.”

  Chapter 21

  Sierra

  We hold hands as we walk backstage, looking as innocent as possible. All bets are off once we get out of sight. We bump into the walls as we kiss our way down the hall to his dressing room. He’s sharing it with a few other guys, but when we come crashing through the door, they hurry out, saying they’ll just use one of the other rooms. Joel leaves me for a moment to lock the door and wedge a chair under it.

  “Nothing’s stopping this,” he tells me when I lift an eyebrow at him.

  I almost knock him over when I launch myself back into his arms. He pushes my dress up to my waist and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around him. He holds me up with those amazing arms, and I rub myself over him as I feel him get harder.

  “I need to take my dress off,” I tell him. I have to put it back on when we go back out there, so it has to stay intact.

  He sets me back on the floor and turns me around. His lips are on my shoulders and then moving down my back as he pushes the one side down my arm and unzips my dress. I don’t have a bra on, so I’m left in just my lacy blue panties as he has me step out of my dress and places it on a chair.

  “You look amazing in that dress, but this is so much better.”

  “Glad you approve. Now come over here so I can take your shirt off.”

  “Just my shirt?”

  “For now.”

  He toes off his shoes as he walks over to me. I forgot how sexy his feet are. Who am I kidding? Every inch of this man is pure sex, and it’s all mine. He’s all mine.

  “Where’d you go, Kitten?”

  “Just thinking about you being mine.”

  “I am one hundred percent yours.”

  “I know. I’m a lucky woman.”

  “We’re both lucky.”

  “Yeah.”

  I run my hands under his shirt, moaning when my hands meet his abs, but forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. Once he pulls it over his head, I lick my lips before dropping to my knees. I’m multitasking as I kiss and nibble on those abs while taking off his belt and undoing his jeans. When my hands delve in, there’s nothing to stop me.

  “Commando?”

  “I was hoping you’d try to get into my pants tonight,” he tells me with a shrug.

  “I’m getting you out of your pants, querido.”

  “That works, too.”

  I push his jeans down over his hips, and he kicks them off. His cock is looking as good as I remember and I lean forward to lick the pre-cum off the tip. God, he tastes good. I need more, so I take him fully into my mouth as I use one hand on his base, stroking him where my mouth can’t reach, and slide the other one into my panties.

  “Porra. That’s hot.”

  I’m so wet that my hands are slipping over my clit as I suck him harder. His hands are caressing my head, pulling a little, but not too hard. I love that he’s trying hard not to hurt me as I make his body lose control. I press harder between my folds as I feel him get close. He starts speaking to me in Portuguese, saying words of love, and also how much he loves
fucking my mouth and watching me touch myself. That’s all I need, and then I’m moaning around his cock as I buck against my fingers, coming hard. He’s right behind me, and I suck it all down. Every yummy drop he gives me.

  I’m still shaking when he reaches down, picks me up and pretty much tosses me down on the couch in the room. My panties are ripped off, and then his mouth is on my still sensitive flesh. I’m coming again within seconds, and then his cock’s inside of me and his mouth is on mine. I taste myself on his tongue as he loses all control and fucks me hard.

  “You. This. Amazing. Fucking amazing!” he tells me as he moves his mouth down and claims one of my nipples.

  “Amazing,” I agree. That’s the only thing I can say as I start to come yet again.

  He growls out his release as I clench around him, and we’re both breathing hard as he collapses onto me. “I’ll get off in a minute,” he tells me.

  “I think you just got off. Twice.”

  He smacks the side of my ass before turning to smile at me. “Smart ass.”

  “You love it.”

  “I do. I love you, Sierra Taylor.”

  “I love you, too, Joel Cruz.”

  * * *

  Joel

  I hold Sierra in my arms for longer than I probably should. She said she won’t be missed, but I know better. Granted, all of her friends probably know exactly what we’re doing, and that’s actually part of the reason I want to get back out there. What I have with Sierra is about way more than sex, and I want everyone to see that.

  “We should get dressed, Kitten.”

  “Do we have to?”

  “Yeah. I want to show off my girl.”

  “Can you stay with me all night tonight?”

  “I have to leave super early in the morning, but there’s nothing more I want than to be with you all night.”

  “Thanks for flying in for this. I know it was hard with your schedule.”

  “Nothing I do for you is hard. I want to be here for you, with you, as much as I can. Once the season starts, it’ll be harder. I wish it wouldn’t, but it will.”

  “I know. I’m going to fly out to you as often as I can.”

  “We’ll make it work.”

  “Yes, we will,” she says, getting up. She picks up her dress, and smiles at me over her shoulder. “I guess we’re both going commando now.”

  “Sorry? No, not really sorry.”

  “Me neither.”

  Ten minutes later, we’re both dressed and ready to go back out to the ballroom. I take her hand once again, kissing her knuckles before opening the door. Back inside the gala, Sierra makes her way to the auction payment window.

  “Can you hand me my purse, Harlow?” she asks her friend.

  “Of course,” the beautiful blonde tells her with a smirk, grabbing it from a shelf.

  My girl pulls out a checkbook and writes out her donation. When she hands it to her friend, she gets another smirk from Harlow. “From the look on your face, I’d say he’s worth it.”

  “Most definitely.”

  “You sure you’re okay paying that? I meant what I said earlier. I would’ve totally given you the money,” I tell her, worried that she’s overextended herself. I’m sure Reina pays her well, but I don’t know how well.

  “Yes. I got exactly that amount for saving your ass, so I might as well buy it back.”

  “When you put it that way, I feel very objectified,” forcing my face into a scowl.

  “Oh. I was just kidding. I didn’t mean it.”

  “I was kidding too, Kitten. You can objectify me any damn time you want.”

  “I really don’t want to. I might tease you sometimes, though.”

  “About my abs?”

  “Would it be bad if I wasn’t teasing about how much I love those?”

  “Not at all,” I tell her, kissing her temple as we reach the table where her friends are sitting.

  The table seats twelve, and they invite me to sit with them. We both get teased about how much money Sierra paid for me, but it’s nice. Really nice. I like Sierra’s friends, and I’m really happy that they seem to like me, too. Harlow joins us soon after we sit down, and the waiters start bringing dinner out right after that.

  “Hey, Theo,” Camari calls out as he walks by. “Do you want to sit with us?”

  “Oh. Um, sure.”

  He looks at the empty chair between Kalila and Rhieve like it might bite him, but he moves to it instead of the one next to Camari, before looking down at Kalila. “Is this okay with you, Kali?”

  She swallows hard and gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. Please sit.”

  “You’re the big winner tonight, Joel. Congrats,” he tells me.

  “Thanks. I’m a very lucky guy,” I say, rubbing Sierra’s arm. “Why weren’t you up there with us?”

  “I’m just a security guy, not a celebrity.”

  “Don’t say that!” Kalila practically yells at him. “You’ve saved so many people. You’re just as important as the movie stars and athletes. Maybe even more important.”

  He looks at her, and I’m taken aback by all the love that’s showing on his face. “Hearing you say that means more than anything else that’s ever been said to me. Well, except for something else you used to say to me a lot.”

  “I can’t say that to you now.”

  “I know, but I’m hoping one day you can.”

  She just smiles shyly and looks away. I look at Sierra with my eyebrows raised, remembering how Kalila kissed him when he carried her out of Sierra’s place during the drunken pajama party. “We don’t know the details. Just that they knew each other before Las Vegas.”

  “Got it. And Camari and him?”

  “Oh. She worked for Corrigan before being recruited. I don’t think anything happened between them. He didn’t even try to sit with her, and she doesn’t look bothered at all. “

  “True.”

  The visitors to our table don’t stop with Theo, but the next guy who comes over is definitely unwelcome. And drunk. He stands next to Harlow, and no one can miss the look of panic on her face when she sees him there.

  “Hey, gorgeous. Why weren’t you up there on the stage? You would’ve brought in a ton of cash if you started stripping.”

  “I don’t do that anymore,” she says, quietly.

  “What? You think you’re high class just because you put on a fancy dress? You’re still just a whore stripper. Why don’t you come put on a private show for me and my friends?”

  The entire table gets to its feet, including me. “You need to go sit back down at your table, and shut your fucking mouth,” Matisse tells him.

  “I’m just being honest. Calling it like I see it. She was trash when I watched her take her clothes off and she’s still trash now.”

  “What part of what my friend said to you did you not understand?” Sierra asks him.

  “You can’t kick me out. I’m a big donor.”

  “There’s not enough money in the world that would ever cause me to allow someone to disrespect one of my friends,” Reina says, coming up next to Harlow, and putting her arms around her. The other mentors fan out around her.

  “I’m not afraid of a bunch of women.”

  “You should be,” Matt says from behind me.

  I glance back to see every husband, and a few of the other guys from the auction standing with him. I turn back to see the guy going pale and backing away. “I was just messing with her.”

  “That was your first mistake,” Reina says. “And it will be the last one you make here. You need to leave now. We’ll send you a check for your donation refund. I never want to see you again. Trust me when I say that you don’t want to see me either.”

  “Bitch,” he says, and then promptly falls to the floor when he trips on Neveah’s outstretched foot. He scrambles up and practically runs from the ballroom.

  “Thank you,” Harlow says.

  “Nothing to thank us for,” Ellie tells her
. “Even if you weren’t one of our own, we wouldn’t have let the jackass talk to you like that.”

  “It’s okay if you want me to leave.”

  “We don’t. You belong with us, Harlow,” Reina tells her, before pulling her into a hug. The other mentors do the same before going back to their tables, and we all sit back down.

  I’m thinking the night can’t get any weirder when Wayne from Storyside comes over, pulls Jenysis out of her chair, and then sits down, shifting her sideways onto his lap. “Kiss me, Jeny.”

  She rolls her eyes, but does it. I didn’t notice the young woman following Wayne until she screeches. She’s definitely got crazy eyes, and I’m getting ready to hide behind Sierra when an older woman comes and pulls her away as she sobs about being in love with Wayne.

  “You can stop now,” Sierra tells them, but the keep at it for another full minute.

  When they break apart, Wayne kisses her forehead and grabs her fork to take a bite of her fish. “Good stuff, babe.”

  “You’re welcome, you tosser.”

  “Tosser? You know you love me. One day you’ll even admit it to yourself, and then we can go to these things together, instead of just shagging every few months.”

  “Don’t count on it.”

  “Oh, but I will. I’m keeping hope alive just for you,” he tells her as she stands and gestures for him to do this same. “See you later?”

  “Yeah. I’ll find you.”

  He kisses her again and then salutes the rest of us before heading back to his table, which includes his other bandmates and some of the Society mentors. I look to Sierra again, but she just shakes her head. “Don’t ask.”

  The rest of dinner goes by without anyone else stopping by. Once the band starts playing, Ares comes by, stopping next to Rose. “May I have this dance?” he asks her.

  “Not unless you remember where we met.”

  “How could I forget the woman who was more interested in my car than me?” Rose’s eyes go wide as he continues. “Boston. Almost two years ago. I caught you in my garage, and mistakenly thought you were there to sleep with me. You slapped me and walked out. Now how about that dance?”