Everyone was chattering about the spicy item up for auction.
“See, I bet they were talking about Jen. Jen’s the only one crazy enough to auction herself off.” Rye turned his attention to where the Kent brothers were standing near the stage. “They’re practically drooling. Stefan’s going to get some decent change out of those idiots, and then they’ll forget all about Rachel.”
“Let me introduce our—” Stefan stopped as a young woman walked up onto the stage. “What should I call you, Rachel?”
She grinned and shrugged. “Let’s call me a love slave.”
“Excellent.” Stefan pushed her gently to the front of the stage. “Do I have a bid on our little love slave?”
“Five hundred dollars,” one of the Kent brothers yelled.
Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down.
Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max.”
Max started stalking off toward the idiots trying to buy his woman for the evening. It would be their last evening on Earth.
“Maxwell Harper, you stop right there,” Rachel said over the microphone.
“No.” Max didn’t even slow down as he yelled at Rachel. She wasn’t talking him out of it. “I’m going to kill them. They are not going to spend the night with you as their damn love slave.”
Rye was right behind him as they bore down on their prey. The Kent brothers stood their ground. Smirks marked their faces as they watched Max and Rye move in.
Max saw Rachel up on stage, tapping that foot of hers. It was one of the things she did when she thought he was acting like a dumbass.
“Well, I was thinking you might buy me, Max,” she said with a little huff.
Max stopped. He forgot about the cowboys for a moment. Rachel was staring down at him. “Did you plan this, baby?”
She leaned over, holding her hand over the microphone. It gave him an excellent view of the creamy mounds of her breasts. It also gave the Kent brothers a view. “Yes. I thought it would be fun. I have a whole night planned around being your very obedient little love slave, Max. I know I take control most of the time, but I thought you would enjoy a little obedience from me for once.”
His cock got hard at the thought, and he knew Rachel noticed. Damn it. He was going to kill Stefan for letting her do this. It was sweet, and she’d obviously not thought that other men would be bidding. “Fine. Five hundred and one dollars.”
It did not go unnoticed that Rachel rolled her eyes at his overwhelming increase.
The Kent brothers laughed, too.
“Six hundred,” the one named Shane bid. He winked up at Rachel. “I think you’re worth it, darlin’. I’m sure the old man’s next bid will be six hundred dollars and fifty cents.”
Max growled. He took a step forward, but Rye held him back. Rye looked up at Stefan. “Max will go to a thousand.”
Max grimaced, but looked at Rachel, who was waiting expectantly. Her big green eyes were watching him. “Fine.”
The Kent brothers grinned. “Two thousand.”
Max could hear people talking all around him. He didn’t have two thousand. He was building a damn business. He was going to end up in jail because there was no way he would let his Rachel walk off into the sunset to play love slave to two rodeo cowboys.
“Twenty-five hundred,” he heard Rye say.
“I thought the other one was bidding,” complained one of the Kent brothers.
Stefan looked down from his perch on the stage. “Which one of you is bidding? You should know there’s no pooling money. If you do that, then both of you have to share the prize.”
“We’re more than willing to share.” Shane sent a smoldering look Rachel’s way. “We heard those two over there don’t. We’ll show Miss Rachel a real good time. We’re going to show her just how good two men can be.”
“Three thousand,” Rye shouted. He looked at the younger men. “Three thousand, and I let you live. You go a single dollar over, and all bets are off.”
Max took up the topic. His voice was low, so Rachel couldn’t hear him. “It won’t be a fair fight, boys. You try taking our woman, and you better watch your back the rest of your damn lives. You understand me?”
“I hear you,” the tall one said. “As it happens, we could only go to two grand.”
Shane sighed. “Damn. I guess we’ll have to find comfort elsewhere. You fellas don’t happen to have a sister, do you?”
Rye shoved a hand against his brother’s chest.
“You stay away from my sister, asshole,” Max yelled.
The Kents were laughing as Rye pushed Max away.
“Calm your ass down, Max.”
Max looked at his brother, who didn’t seem as pissed off as he should be. “Now they’re talking about our sister.”
Rye looked brutally irritated, but not with the cowboys. “She’s safely in Denver, Max. Have you given any consideration to the fact that we just purchased a slave for the night? We just bought a slave for the two of us.”
Max’s mouth dropped open. He looked up at the stage, where Rachel was talking to Stefan. “She can’t know what it means. She was just saying that.”
Stefan jogged off the stage as Rachel talked to some blonde who had come with him. She seemed to be giving Rachel very explicit instructions.
Max stopped the elegantly casual Stefan. “This little date I just went into hock for…it’s just dinner and stuff, right? She was joking about the slave part.”
Stefan frowned. “If she was joking, then Lana wasted an entire morning training her. Rachel was very specific in her demands. She wanted to be a proper slave for the evening. I stocked the guesthouse with everything you could need. There are condoms, lubricant, toys, anything you could want. The hot tub is ready, as well. Dinner will be waiting. She requested that no servants be present, since she intends to be naked the entire time. I do not believe she was joking.”
“Damn.” Max completely forgot about his need to kick the Kent brothers’ young asses. The thought of Rachel naked and submissive to their whims was more than he could comprehend.
“I’ll get someone to give me a ride home, brother,” Rye said. Max couldn’t miss the disappointment in his brother’s voice.
“No,” Stefan insisted sharply. “I was serious about the rules, Rye. You put in your money, you share the prize.”
“That’s ridiculous. You can’t make her do that.”
Stef laughed. “I didn’t make the rule, Rye. Rachel did.” He slapped Rye on the back. “Take some advice from a man who knows women. She’s ready. She wants everything the two of you can give her. Go on and get your woman.”
Max and Rye turned to the woman in question. Lana was handing her a key. It was the key to Stefan’s guesthouse, where the three of them would come together for the first time.
Max looked at his brother and knew they were thinking the same thing.
About damn time.
Chapter Thirteen
Rachel took a deep breath as the Bronco came to a stop in front of Stefan Talbot’s guesthouse. It was a beautifully constructed cabin with a stark view of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, but Rachel wasn’t thinking of the pretty scenery. The auction had gone poorly. She’d been sure the bidding wouldn’t go past five hundred dollars, but that’s where those assholes Stef had brought in had started.