Hammer 09.2 - Christmas Auction by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"Next up is Jeremy. He's offering a night of pleasure to the highest bidder."

Oh, wait.

What?

No way.

Jeremy grabbed his cane, headed toward the stage. "Wait. Wait. Marcus, man. You got it..."

"Just a minute, please." Marcus left the podium and met him by the curtain. "What's up, Jeremy?"

"I donated ironwork, man. I mean, like andirons. I ain't... I cain't... I mean... Jesus." He would bent over and offer his Simon the world, but no other man on Earth. Not for any reason or any

amount of money. Ever.

"No, this is right. I've got Simon's signature right here."

He frowned, shook his head. "You're sure?"

The crowd was beginning to get restless.

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Marcus put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure. Your Master's taken care of everything, so come

on out and let's get this auction moving, hmm?"

"Yeah? Okay. Okay. Yeah." Simon wouldn't fuck him over, not in a million years. If Simon

signed it, knew about it, his beautiful lover had something up his sleeve. Jeremy clomped up on

the stage, his new legs lighter, easier than the other ones had been.

Marcus' patter started up again. "Here's Jeremy, offering a night of pleasure to the highest bidder.

This big beautiful man will be at your command until dawn. Let's start the bidding at one

thousand. I've got one. And two. There's three. That's three thousand dollars."

Jeremy chuckled, shook his head. It was the Hammer's biggest fundraiser, and well worth the

fun, but damn. Like his ass was worth three thousand bucks.

"I have four and now five. That's six. I've got six, will someone give me seven? Yes. Seven, how about eight? Eight. That's eight thousand dollars. Do I hear nine?"

"Nine thousand dollars?" he whispered. "Shit, Marcus..."

"I have nine." Marcus winked at him. "How about ten? Thank you, sir. Ten. That's ten thousand dollars for this beautiful man. Eleven? Will someone go to eleven? Anyone? Okay, I have ten

thousand dollars. Going once. Going twice. Sold to number twelve."

Jeremy stood there, swayed a little. "Jesus. It better be a damn good night, huh?"

Marcus patted his arm. "I'm sure it will be. Do you need help getting to room four?"

"Room four? No. No, I'm good." He took the key, pocketed it. "Merry Christmas, man."

"Merry Christmas, Jeremy." Marcus gave him a grin and a wink and went back to the podium.

"Up next we have an hour of massage..."

Jeremy made his way to the back, smiling at servers, getting a couple of hugs, then heading to

Room Four. It had better be Simon. Damn it.

The room was still empty when he got there, dark until he turned on the lights. This room was

simple, stark, but the bed looked comfortable, solid. He seemed to be waiting for a long time,

and then he heard footsteps come to the door and stop. Before he could decide whether to worry

or not, he noticed his pillows for his stumps by the bed.

Jeremy smiled, heat flooding him. God, he was stupid in love. He turned around and opened the

door, the grin still on his face.

Simon was there, hand raised to knock.

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