LOVE AUCTION (Rules of Love Book 2)

by Lindsey Hart

  He rode her through it and didn’t stop until the trembling had ceased. She was so wet, so fucking gloriously wet.

  “Did you bring a condom?” she panted when she could speak again.

  Fuck, hold it together. Hold it fucking together. Shane ground down on his teeth harder than he ever had in his life. He bit his lip until he tasted blood.

  “Yes,” he ground out. “Always keep a spare in the wallet.”

  “Well,” Rayvn rasped sarcastically. “That’s very practical of you.”

  CHAPTER 13

  Rayvn

  They’d gone from the kitchen to her bedroom down the hall. Their clothes were strewn all along the way and she didn’t know how it happened.

  Her foggy brain refused to process much of anything other than the cool quilt beneath her back. She watched Shane take the condom out of the package and slide it onto himself.

  He was huge. Huge didn’t even seem like the right word. Though her room was far darker than the kitchen, her eyes adjusted quickly. She could make out the shape of him, the rippling muscle in his shoulder and chest, the chiseled abs, the narrow waist, the hard, streamlined ridges of his legs. He was incredible. Every single inch of him.

  Her body reacted violently. She felt wild, raw in a way that she never had before. She’d never wanted anyone so much in her life. Certainly, she’d never wanted anyone that she barely knew. That she probably didn’t even like.

  Rayvn found that her resolve to not like Shane had fled. Somewhere between his coming to her workplace and apologizing to him driving her home because she was upset, somewhere along the way, she decided that she liked him. No, more than liked him.

  She’d been attracted to him from the first. She remembered every single burning thought that had gone through her mind the night of the date auction. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from bidding on him. She’d always hoped that they would end up together, in her room like this. And now they were there.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Shane paused and looked over at her. He frowned slightly.

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “Because if you’re not, just tell me. It’s fine…”

  “No,” she tried to assure him. “Why are you asking me that?”

  “The look on your face. You don’t look- sure. Or- I don’t know… just something. Maybe you don’t like what you see. I could have left my clothes on.”

  She actually giggled. “You’re ridiculous. Of course I like what I see. And no, no you shouldn’t have left your clothes on. I was actually thinking, if you have to know, about how much I wanted us to end up here. That night. That night I bid on you.”

  He feigned shock. “Really? The proper Rayvn imagined me naked? I don’t think that’s what the date auction was for exactly.”

  “No, of course not.” She felt her face heat up. “Will you just come here already?”

  He moved swiftly, shocking her. She fell back again on the bed as he loomed over on top of her. She reached up and traced the corded muscle in his shoulders. It was so sleek and warm under her fingertips.

  Shane brought his mouth to hers, consuming her, devouring her in a kiss that brought every single one of her senses roaring to life. He settled over her, letting her feel the weight of him, the hardness of his body in contrast to hers. His cock pressed against her thigh. She was sure the wild pulsing she felt wasn’t her imagination. It was just hard to tell if it was her or him or both of them.

  Shane’s tongue thrust into her mouth. She could still taste herself on him, though it had been a few minutes since that crazy orgasm he gave her in the kitchen. She’d never come like that in her life. Ever.

  She moaned into his mouth as Shane’s hands reached around her hips. He lifted her gently and then not so gently dug his fingers into her ass. She shifted under him, freeing herself just enough to wrap her legs around his waist. The kiss changed from scalding to furious. Apparently, Shane really liked her legs there. He liked the way she pulled him in, the thrust of her hips up to meet him. She was afraid that she was too eager, that it would be obvious she was well out of practice, but it wasn’t. He liked what she was doing, or at least, she thought he did. If he didn’t, he sure as hell didn’t protest.

  Her hips bucked upwards, grinding herself against him. Their teeth mashed together as he ate at her mouth. She felt the thickness of him right in the curve of her upper thigh. Her entire being screamed for him.

  She broke the kiss and panted right next to his ear. “Are you going to get inside of me already? Or are you going to kill me first?”

  “Nope. Not my thing,” he had the nerve to kind of half rasp, half laugh right in her face. His breath was hot on her cheek.

  “Not your thing to be inside of me or to kill me?”

  “The killing. Definitely the killing. I think it’s much more fun if you’re alive, willing, writhing, bucking, digging your nails into my back and screaming my name.”

  “Pretty confident, are we?”

  “No. I’m just telling you how this is going to go.”

  “Well,” she taunted. “Instead of telling me, why don’t you show me?”

  Instead of answering, his head bent lower. He licked his way down her collarbones and over to her breast. Her back jacked right off the bed when he took her nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle. He suckled it hard, rolling it over his tongue and nipping her right at the end. There was nothing she could do to hold back her cry of pleasure.

  “That showing you enough?” He raised his head, eyes glistening in the dark.

  “Not nearly enough,” she gasped.

  His hand skimmed up her thigh. She wanted to weep when she felt his touch come between them. He moved his finger in a slow perusal over her sex. She shuddered violently and tried to move, tried to get him inside of her. It didn’t work. Instead, he skimmed over her already aching, oversensitive clit and she nearly shot out of her own skin.

  “Oh my god,” she panted. “Please, stop torturing me.”

  He raised a brow and his beautiful blue eyes came alive, the fires there lighting up the entire room. “You think this is torture? You have no idea.”

  “I can’t stand it,” she panted. “I won’t be able to last if you keep doing things like that.”

  “You’re not the one who needs to last. I fully plan on giving you far more orgasms than you’ve ever had in your life.”

  “On one night or combined?”

  “Don’t taunt me.”

  “I wasn’t taunting you.”

  “Should I say don’t tempt me then?”

  Before she could answer, Shane claimed her mouth in another searing, sensual kiss. He moved, his hips ramming into hers, their pelvises clashing together. A whimper clawed at her throat but was unable to escape. It remained trapped, locked inside of her, just like her desire for him to fill her. God, she wanted him. She wanted him to the point of desperation. Her entire body screamed for it. It felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

  She broke the kiss and panted hard. “Shane! For the love of…” her voice didn’t even sound like her own. It was thick and scratchy and even she could hear the blatant raw desire in it.

  “For the love of what?”

  “Just please… fuck me.”

  “Such a dirty little mouth.” He made a tsking sound next to her ear.

  “I am going to kill you…” she panted.

  “Resorting to threats now. I like it.”

  “Shane!” She nearly wept with frustration. The physical ache was so bad she was probably the one who was going to expire long before he did. Expire from the sheer force of her unsated desire and his endless teasing.

  “Alright,” he ground out thickly.

  She expected more jokes, more teasing, more hesitation, more torture. She was not expecting to feel him at her entrance.

  Rayvn shifted, opening her legs up wider, bracing herself by digging her nails into the sleek muscle of his shoulder once again. He made no sound. He didn’t
even inhale or exhale as he slowly, inch by hard inch, filled her up.

  She was the one who gasped. She couldn’t stop her lusty moans, sounds that she had never heard herself make, animal sounds that were raw and wild. He was so fucking huge that it actually hurt, taking him inside of her. It was a sweet pain and she shut her eyes and concentrated on her body’s response. She liked the sweet twinge of pain, the sensation of being so absolutely full, the feel of him, still and pulsing inside of her.

  “God…” Shane ground out. “Even with the damn condom on, you feel so fucking good.”

  She’d never heard something so sexy uttered in her life. She couldn’t keep still any longer. Even before he began to move, she was moving. Her hips were grinding, bearing down, gyrating, doing anything she could to ease the pounding ache inside.

  Shane took the hint. Either that or he finally lost control too. His thrusts weren’t gentle. They weren’t easy, light or tapered off. No, he let her feel the full force of his desire. He pumped hard, his hips slamming into hers, thrusting, filling her up, hitting places she didn’t even know existed. She moved with him, creating a haphazard sort of rhythm that was throwing both of them near the edge, already careering out of control, jamming into each other, writhing against each other, taking and giving.

  Rayvn had never been so close so fast. She’d never experienced anything like the floating, falling, screaming, rushing, wild, out of control sensation that was ripping through her at the moment. It was all she could do to hang on.

  She tried to wait it out. She didn’t want to come right away and give Shane the satisfaction of knowing he did that to her, that she was helpless, useless in his hands. She didn’t want him to know just how badly she craved him and how badly she knew she would crave him, long after her body was sated. She’d sensed from the first time she saw him that he was meant to be there with her. Even if their first date hadn’t gone at all right, she was there now. He was there now.

  Shane pumped harder, his thrusts getting out of control. She sensed he was close. So close. She slammed her eyes shut and closed off her brain to anything but the pleasure. She stopped holding back and just let herself go.

  The most intense orgasm of her life crashed over her a second later. She felt like she was being ripped apart. She actually felt her body vibrating with it. The hard pulsing, rippling, gripping her insides did, whatever it should be termed, did Shane in.

  He came inside of her, rocking hard, filling her harder, fuller, with one final push of his hips. She screamed out his name. She clung to him, her nails sunk deep into his shoulders, her heels digging into the muscles of his ass and lower back.

  When their breathing finally returned to normal, Shane lifted his head and flashed her, of all things, the most annoying, know it all grin. “See,” he heaved, panting for breath. “I told you that you’d scream my name.”

  Rayvn raised a brow. “Yeah? Well, that’s only two orgasms. Big deal. I thought you were going for the record here, but I see that you could hold out about as long as I could. One fucking minute.”

  He grinned. “Don’t worry. I have backups.”

  “What?”

  “Oh yes,” he nodded maddeningly. “My wallet is full. I have a couple in my back pocket. Maybe even one or two in my shoe. So, we’re good. We’re good to beat that record. Just tell me what it is.”

  She punched him in the arm. “You’re disgusting. Truly.”

  “Epically?”

  “Yeah. Epically.”

  He grinned. “And you love it. Admit it. Admit it and maybe I’ll be good enough to give you another one of those climaxes. Maybe I’ll make it better than the first two.” His eyes sparkled, and her body responded, a wave of hot lust rolling through her. She already knew she could deny him nothing and that was not a good sign.

  “Alright, I admit it. I love the way you make me feel. But that’s it. Don’t go throwing that word around.”

  Shane didn’t miss a beat, even after what she realized she’d said and all the crazy implications it held. He took it all in stride and seemed completely unfazed.

  “No danger of that. We both know I don’t believe in love.”

  He didn’t wait a second longer to claim her lips in yet another bruising kiss.

  CHAPTER 14

  Shane

  Sometimes, in certain dreams, the dreamer can tell they are dreams because they are so unnatural.

  Shane had always been able to tell when he was dreaming. He stretched his legs, coming awake even though he didn’t want to let go of sleep. He’d had the most incredible dream. He was with Rayvn, and they-

  When he reached out and his arm brushed against something warm and entirely too soft, his eyes flew open. Maybe he didn’t always know when he was dreaming, because Rayvn was right there. Right next to him. Fast asleep. It was real. All of it.

  Her cheeks were flushed with sleep, her long lashes splayed out on her cheek, her hair tossed wildly about her shoulders and the pillow. Her lips were parted just a sliver and the softest breaths passed in and out in a gentle, even cadence.

  Holy shit. I’m actually here. It only took him a second to remember everything from the night before. He meant to just stay for a few moments then he was going to get up and get dressed and leave. He didn’t spend the night with people. At least, he hadn’t in the past. He’d always made it a point to leave. He always went to someone else’s house so that he could have his to escape back to.

  He knew that he could still make it. At least he’d come to before Rayvn did. He could still put his clothes on and leave like he’d never been there.

  Except that he didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He lay there, trying to work himself into throwing back the extremely soft white cotton sheets and quaint little comforter and getting up. Except that the quilt reminded him of the one his mom had, the one he’d borrowed for the picnic that hadn’t worked out. He ran his hand along it slowly, feeling the uneven, handmade stitches.

  He glanced around the room. Now that it was light and he wasn’t distracted by other things… things like Rayvn shedding her clothes and peeling off his, he realized that the room was full of antique furniture. It made sense, given that it was what Rayvn loved. There was a huge dresser with a strange looking curled out front and an even stranger mirror. The thing was huge. Beside that was a china cabinet of sorts with books inside and a trunk off to the right, probably for blankets. The bed had a brass footboard and likely the matching headboard, though he couldn’t see up that high. The end table beside the bed was also antique. He didn’t know if there was a matching one on the other side.

  The condo itself wasn’t old. It wasn’t old styled. It was painted grey and it looked like it had new hardwood installed, since it resembled the floor of an ancient warehouse. Maybe it really was from there. With Rayvn, who knew. She’d probably done the work herself. He couldn’t see it being like that when she moved in.

  “Let me guess. You’re contemplating how best to make an escape without waking me.” Rayvn’s soft, sleep filled voice drifted over to him.

  Shane felt his face heat up. He took a few seconds to compose himself before he turned to face her.

  They seemed to realize they were both still naked at the same time. Rayvn pulled the quilt tight around her chest, though nothing was peeking out. He purposely stayed on his side of the bed. Even when he turned, he was careful not to roll.

  “How did you know?” He grinned at her, caught between feeling guilty and not guilty, since, though the thought passed through his brain, he hadn’t acted on it.

  “I just know. I saw you eying up the room. Probably trying to find the escape exit. Let me tell you, that window is way too high to jump out of.”

  “Really? What about if I tie the sheets to the bed post?”

  “That never works. There are only two and I’m sleeping on one and under the other. I doubt you could get them off the bed without waking me.”

  “You’re already awake.”

  “And y
ou could just get dressed and walk out the door. Although, I would watch you, just to make sure you feel good and truly ashamed at having to do it. It would be quite amusing to see you trying to find your clothes.”

  “They’re scattered all over the house, aren’t they?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “I guess that would really be the gathering of shame. Then I would have to call a cab and go pick up my car…”

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  “What? This? Yeah. Lots of times. I handed in the V-card a long time ago.”

  “No,” Rayvn snickered. Her eyes glittered and with her sleep tousled hair and the blush of a person who wakes up perfectly satisfied and happy for the first time in a long time, she was absolutely gorgeous. “I mean this. Staying over. The night. The morning.”

  “You’re right. I wish I could lie to you and tell you that I’ve done it a million times, but I always leave. I’ve never slept next to someone.”

  “We both fell asleep. That hardly counts as wanting to.”

  Shane swallowed hard. What he was about to say would change the course of his life. He knew it. It wasn’t some simple little thing. It wasn’t just a sentence or a question. It was him telling her so much more than that. It was him shocking the hell out of himself.

  “What if I wanted to? Sleep here. With you. Again.”

  Rayvn blinked a few times. She was obviously trying, and failing, to hide her surprise. “I- well, I guess that would be alright.”

  “Just alright? Was it just alright last night?”

  “No.” She blushed to the roots of her hair. “Or should I say yes and then you’ll have to promise to make up for your lackluster performance?”

  “So, next time, should I make you come five times instead of four? Or are we shooting for six or seven or maybe double digits.”

  “Shut up.” Rayvn squealed. She threw back the blankets and slid out of bed. She stood there, naked and beautiful and far bolder than he ever would have pegged her for. “That’s right. I’m not covering up. I’m not going to wrap the sheet around myself. I’m going to stand here and wait for you to come get me.”