The Highest Bidder (6 page)

“Nik is right. I don’t want to shock her. You know how those parties are.” Although Griffin and Nikolas didn’t have brides, they went to the same functions he did. Andre was known as being wild, and the fact he had “settled” down had come as a shock to many. More likely he planned on purchasing more than one virgin. Andre never was a one-woman man. “The only reason I’m considering going is because she may know some of the other women there that had been from the auctions. It might be nice for her to see others she knows.”

Griffin shrugged. “Well, if you decide not to go then when can we visit? I’d like to meet my sister-in-law.”

“Give it a rest, Griff,” Nikolas all but barked out. “Let them have a bit of time alone. When he’s ready he’ll let us know.”

Kristoff rubbed his hand over his face and sighed. Griffin was more adamant about things while Nikolas couldn’t care less. “Was that all you two wanted? If so a phone call would have saved you a trip.” Both of them exhaled and Kristoff dropped his hand and stare at them. “What?”

“Nothing.” Nikolas shook his head and Griffin scowled. Both of them stood, their expressions angry. Griffin grabbed the glass and downed the rest of the alcohol.

“Listen, give us a call if you’re going to Andre’s. I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you think. The last time I saw him it seemed he was really getting his shit together. He didn’t have that harem of females around and he was actually sober.”

Kristoff snorted and looked out the window again. “Andre, sober? I don’t think those two words have ever been uttered together.” Andre didn’t just like to fuck, he also liked his coke. If he weren’t a key investor in many of Kristoff’s businesses, he would have written off their friendship a long time ago. As it was, even fucked up, Andre was one of the smartest men he knew. His knowledge of how to invest and when to bailout was incredibly accurate. It was either a gift or he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

“Yeah, an oxymoron, we know, but I saw him too and he really did look like he has his shit together.” Kristoff looked over at Nikolas. If his brother thought things had changed with their longtime friend maybe he really was different.

Chapter Eight

Kristoff closed the front door behind him and set his briefcase beside his feet. The house was bustling in preparation for dinner and the savory aromas filtering through the house made his stomach growl. Olga bustled by carrying a watering pitcher and he stopped her. “Do you know where Veronica is?”

“Yes, Master Kristoff. The Madam has been in the master suite since after breakfast. She even took lunch in there.”

“She did?”

She nodded before going down one of the hallways.

Kristoff felt his brows draw down at that revelation. Why had no one informed him of this? Was she ill? He took the stairs two at a time and pushed his bedroom door open. She lay on her belly in the center of the bed, her head resting in her hands as the muted television played in front of her. He could see she slept. He walked toward the bed and picked up the remote. Turning off the television, he watched the large flat screen disappear into the small opening in the floor. For several long moments he did nothing but stare at her. She was so very beautiful in her slumber. Her lips were slightly parted, the red fullness of them instantly causing him to become hard. The half-crescents of her lashes fell against her peach-colored cheeks. The effect made her seem so young and innocent.

Hands going to the knot of his tie at his neck, he loosened it. The buttons of his shirt were next. She shifted in her sleep and rolled on to her back. The skirt she wore rolled up her smooth, creamy thighs and he swallowed roughly.
Jesus Christ.
He could see her panties, all white lace that gave him a prime shot of her slit. His cock went from semi-erect to a full blown, raging hard-on. Her shirt was twisted, the material showing a tantalizing view of her midriff. Breasts straining against the fabric, he could make out the stiff points of her nipples. His mouth watered for another taste of her, and his body ached to feel her clenching around him.

“Veronica.” Her name came out of him in a guttural groan. “Veronica, baby. Wake up.” He licked his lips and started unbuttoning his dress pants. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked at him several times before bracing herself on her elbows. She pushed away the hair that fell into her eyes and licked her lips. He found himself mesmerized by the sight of her pink tongue stroking over her tumescent lips.

“Kristoff.” The way she said his name, all breathy and low, had him holding back the urge to reach for her and rip her clothes off, revealing her body. She glided her eyes down to his crotch and he saw how they widened at the sight of his erection. He knew it had to be all but ripping through his slacks. Hell, it felt like it already had.

“Are you feeling all right? You’re not hurt?” Her brows drew low and she shook her head.

“No, I’m fine.” She licked those luscious lips again and that was all his restraint could handle. She was okay, even though she had been in their room all day, she didn’t appear harmed in any way. He needed her, though. Stepping out of his pants and removing his tie and shirt, he stared down at her, letting his eyes move up and down her body, mesmerized by the soft curves and smooth flesh. Her breathing increased and her breasts rose and fell in rapid succession beneath her top. Yeah, she was turned on and he was about to take care of that for her, for both of them.

“Undress for me, Veronica.”

****

Veronica saw a sudden change in Kristoff. It shifted the air, heated it, and made it electrically charged. He breathed hard and perspiration started to dot his smooth, incredibly hard flesh. Standing before her naked, his shaft was thick and long and aimed right at her, promising carnal delights. Both Dolly and Stacia tried to get her to eat on the veranda again, but she had insisted on eating in the room.. She had eaten on the balcony right through the master suite’s French doors, which had just as spectacular a view as the veranda. She was feeling sorry for herself, and she knew in time she would grow past that, but right now it was all she had.

“Veronica, I want your clothes off, now.” The way Kristoff said the words reminded her of a wild animal, so feral and determined to have what he wanted. His whole demeanor wasn’t the gentle, caring lover she had experienced last night. The man standing before her wanted her with a desperation that was clear on his face. The feminine part of her melted at the fact he desired her so much his control slipped. She wanted this wild and unbidden man before her, wanted to see exactly what he would do with all that lust.

Without getting off the bed she removed her skirt and then her top. When she was only in the lace bra and panties Kristoff let his eyes roam her body.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs as she parted her thighs for him. Feet flat on the mattress, she waited to see what he would do next. All Kristoff did for several moments was stare at the junction between her legs, and then he gripped himself, right in front of her. He started stroking himself and his erection grew longer and thicker right in front of her, causing her mouth to go dry. The heavy lidded look he had was a visual overload. He made a strangled sound and then he was suddenly between her thighs. Wide shoulders forced her to spread her thighs until her muscles stretched and burned. Suddenly his mouth was on her pussy, right over the lace. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat. Her arms giving out caused her to lie back on the bed and ride out the incredible sensation of his mouth on her. Every little lick and flick of his tongue through the lace seemed amplified. His hands landed on her inner thighs, fingers digging into her flesh. Kristoff latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked the tiny bud harder and harder until she thrashed on the bed, pleading for mercy from him.

“
Fuck
.” His hot breath brushed along her covered mound and she gasped. “You’re so wet your panties are soaked.” He used two fingers to wrap around the edge of the fabric and pull them aside. The feel of his tongue on her cleft, parting the folds as he ate her, was a heady sensation.” I can’t get enough of you, baby.” Kristoff worked those two fingers into her, stretching her until she didn’t think she could hold off her orgasm until he finally pushed his massive erection into her. The sensation of his tongue sliding along her flesh, his teeth gently scraping her, teasing her, had her lifting her hips for more.

“Tell me how good you feel right now.” The vibrations from his words went straight to her clit, causing the nub to grow even more swollen, more sensitive. Already she was so close to coming.

“I feel good. I feel
so
good.” Eyes closed and fingers digging into the comforter beneath her, she moaned out her response.

“Who makes you feel good, Veronica?”

“You do.
God
, you do, Kristoff.” He groaned against her body and the next thing she was aware of was the sound of her panties tearing. She only had a moment to fully realize that and then his mouth was on her pussy, devouring her. “
Ohhh
.” Eyes squeezed shut, his mouth sucked long and hard on her clit and she felt her body go off in pleasure. Ripple after glorious ripple crashed through her body and she found her hands weaved into his hair, tugging at the thick, blond strands. She tried to pull him closer, tried to have him thrust his fingers into her harder, faster. As if he read her mind, he did just that. Panting, she let her hands fall back to the mattress as the ecstasy he gave her coursed through her like a tidal wave. When she felt him remove his face from between her thighs she forced her eyes open and looked at him.

“Veronica.” His lips were red and wet and she found the sight highly erotic. He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her belly. “Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart.” His command was filthy, but his endearment was coaxing. Heart pounding, she did as he asked, feeling a blush spread across her body at the knowledge that her body was so obscenely displayed before him. She felt his hand slide down her spine and over one of her ass cheeks. He did this over and over again until she was thoroughly relaxed. She arched her back like a needy cat waiting to be petted.

“You have no idea how you look to me right now, how you make me feel.” He gently spread her cheeks until the air hit her anus. “I want you here so bad, baby.” His finger skimmed over the puckered hole and she gasped. She wouldn’t deny him, but she couldn’t help the fear that crept inside of her at the thought of him pushing all those hard inches into her. “Not yet, Veronica, but soon. Soon I’ll have you in every way possible.”

Hanging her head, she tried to calm her racing heart. She loved the fact that he spoke so raw to her but touched her so gently. At the slightest touch of his finger probing her pussy a groan left her. It didn’t matter that she had just come, because every single time Kristoff touched her or even just looked at her she felt her nipples tightening and her pussy becoming wet. Whatever was between them was electrifying and sparked a plethora of sensations and emotions inside of her. He held the invisible string that was tightly wrapped around her and there was no chance of him every letting go. That much she knew without a doubt.

“What you do to me…” The tip of his shaft pressed against her slick opening. “You consume me, Veronica.” He slowly pushed inside of her, filling her until there wasn’t any part of her body that he didn’t touch. He gripped her waist, pulled back onto his cock, and made her the one that was sliding down onto him.

“
Oh
.” He seated himself fully inside of her, his balls lightly slapping her clit. Inhaling deeply, she clenched her fingers around the bedspread and waited for him to move. The feel of his lips pressing to the middle of her back was achingly sweet, but when he started to pull out of her only to slam forcefully back inside, showed her the fierce fire inside of him. A cry of pleasure left her as he sank and rose, in and out of her. Lifting her head, she looked into the mirror that hung across from them. The sight of Kristoff taking her from behind was animalistic in its intensity. His head was lowered but his eyes were focused on her reflection. His once styled blond hair now hung wildly across his forehead, and the muscles in his chest and arms bunched as he continued to push into her and pull back out.

She watched in rapt awe as his eyes narrowed to mere slits. His lips parted and the air sawed in and out of him. “Yeah.” Eyes closing fully now, he increased his speed. Her breasts bounced from his motions and she felt herself start to climb close to another orgasm. Not able to keep her eyes open, she closed them and let herself get washed away in the tidal wave of pleasure.

His hand snaked around her middle and his finger found her clit. The strumming motion at the top of her mound and the friction of his dick moving inside of her pussy was too much. Throwing her head back, she cried out as her climax tore through her.

“
Fuck
.” His profanity had her orgasm dragging her further into the black abyss of ecstasy until she didn’t know if she’d ever come back to the surface. He tensed behind her and she felt his hot, thick semen pump into her body. The contractions of her pussy milked his cock, drew every last drop of cum from him until he couldn’t give her anything else and finally collapsed over her. His hands landed on the mattress beside her head, and his muscular arms flexed with the effort of holding himself up. Finally, as if he no longer had strength he fell to the side and brought her with him. She immediately curled into his body, loving the fact that his arms surrounded her and drew her even closer. They stayed like that for several long, relaxing moments. Their breathing returned to normal and he pulled away. The movement had her looking into his face, but when his fingers lifted and brushed down the bridge of her nose, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” His voice was soft, calming. Veronica could have stayed surrounded by his heat and body for the rest of her life. She nodded because she didn’t have anything coherent to say. “I’m just wondering since I know you stayed in the bedroom all day.

There was no way she was going to tell him what she had really been thinking about, that her loneliness, shame, and jealousy had kept her locked away. Instead, she tried to make light of it all and said, “How about you and I stay locked in the room? We can eat chocolate naked in bed.” His chuckle had her opening her eyes and smiling up at him. The deep timbre was everything masculine and had her moving as close to him as she could get.

“As tempting as that sounds I think you might get tired of seeing me.” His voice let her know he was teasing.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Leaning up, she pressed her lips to his. The surprised look on his face had her smiling. They stayed staring at each other for several long moments and then he broke the silence.