Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 27

Hannah came next, her gaze trained on Rhia, an indulgent smile kicking up her soft lips as she

followed the little girl, while her sister made up the rear of the little parade. And that’s as far as he took

in the surroundings, because his little dove chose that moment to look up and hold his gaze. Her eyes

widened, and her smile grew, while the photographer’s rapid click signaled her capturing every moment

of the happy bride’s arrival.

And fuck him six ways ‘til next Sunday, he had to give it to Hannah. She played her part well. From the

bouquet of wildflowers which she held in her trembling hands, to the gossamer veil which fell over her

face, and skimmed the top of her impressive cleavage, where her breasts shook with her rapid breaths,

she looked every inch the happy, expectant bride. The strapless gown she’d chosen complemented her

curves beautifully. Cinched in at the waist, the lacy cream fabric fell to the floor in gentle waves, and

ended in a small train that made her look taller than she was.

“Wow, just wow. You’re one lucky son of a bitch, Logan.” George’s murmured exclamation didn’t require

an acknowledgement, even if he had been able to get his voice to work. Right now, the mere act of

drawing air into his suddenly constricted lungs seemed an impossible task to achieve, as Hannah drew

next to him, smiled, and handed her bouquet to a beaming Sarah.

Rhia grinned, hopped from foot to foot, and then grasped Sarah’s free hand and stood to one side.

“Hey.” Hannah’s soft whisper as she addressed him shot straight to his groin, and he barely

suppressed a groan. Talk was impossible, so he simply inclined his head and forced the semblance of

a smile on his face. It must have worked, because Hannah kept on smiling and turned to face the

registrar, who started his spiel which would end in them becoming man and wife. Not that Logan really

heard what the man was saying.

This close to Hannah, with her scent tickling his nostrils, and the knowledge that this woman would

soon he his and his alone, his inner caveman woke up with a roar.

Logan had never been the possessive type—he didn’t hang around one woman for long enough to get

possessive—but Hannah was different, had been from the first moment she’d registered on his radar,

which was why he’d kept his dist

ance at first. He should have stayed keeping his distance truth be told, and now … well now he felt the

noose tightening around his neck. For the first time, he doubted himself. Hannah deserved so much

more than to be tied to him for his convenience, and as result he hesitated when it came to saying his

vows.

“Mr. Bryce?”

The concern in the registrar’s voice finally registered as did the utter stillness surrounding them. He

could hear the stream bubbling over the rocks, George clearing his throat, as he stared at him,

eyebrows raised, the sound of Rhia sucking her thumb, as though she, too, felt the sudden tension,

and he pulled a much-needed breath into his lungs. Some of the panic floating around his system,

threatening to strangle him passed with that breath, and his frantic heart rate slowed with each in- and

exhale he managed to do.

“Are you all right, Mr. Bryce? Do you need a moment?”

“Come on, buddy, pull yourself together.”

“Logan, look at me.”

Hannah’s voice, an urgent whisper in his ear pulled him back from the brink, and the place came back

into focus, and with it the weight of dozens of accusing eyes.

“Are you okay? Have you … changed your mind?” Hannah voice hitched on that last part, and Logan

shook his head. The concern in her blue eyes—genuine worry for him—worry that he didn’t deserve hit

him in the chest with the full force of sledgehammer, and he shook his head again, more forcefully this

time.

“Of course not, let’s get on with this.”

The registrar’s frown deepened, but one stare from Logan and he picked up where they’d left off and

this time Logan’s voice rang out loud and clear.

Hannah’s responses were quieter, but no less sure as she pledged her life to him, and in no time at all

the registrar announced them to be man and wife. Logan didn’t wait for permission to kiss his bride.

Lifting the veil out of the way, he pulled his wife—Christ, I have a wife—flush into his body and slanted

his lips over hers. Her surprised gasp gave him entry, and he poured all of his conflicting emotions into

the kiss. One that grew evermore passionate as Hannah responded in kind, kissing him back with the

same ferocity that thundered through his veins, the need to mark her as his, to claim her, until nobody

would doubt that this woman was his. That this, here, the passion they shared, at least was real, unlike

this pretense of a wedding born out of necessity. Logan ground his erection into her belly, and Hannah

whimpered, drew even closer to him, as his hands found her ass through the layer of her wedding

gown and he yanked her up higher to take the kiss even deeper.

Wolf whistles and the thunder of applause eventually broke through the cloud of pure lust and desire

that held him in its grip, and he released his wife with a smirk. Her eyes fluttered open, she inhaled

sharply, and her kiss-swollen lips broke into a tentative smile, as he looked up at him.

“We did it.”

He nodded at her whisper, and keeping his arms around her waist gave a mock bow at the assembled

guests. More applause, a back slap from George, a hug from Sarah, and with Rhia attaching herself to

his leg in the monkey hold she was so fond of, they signed the register to make this whole thing official.

The inevitable pictures took ages, and Logan’s jaw ached in tune with his rock-hard dick by the time

they were finally finished. Being this close to Hannah, as the photographer made them pose in more

and more revealing poses, was torture and bliss rolled into one, but eventually they were left on their

own while the rest of the guests traipsed back up to the castle to start the celebrations.

The wind kicked up, and Hannah’s veil went flying off into the distance to be snared at the top of a tree,

and she giggled.

“Whoops.”

“Whoops indeed, but I guess you won’t be needing that anymore, Mrs. Bryce.”

“I guess not.”

Hannah shivered as the wind picked up even more and the sun disappeared behind menacing clouds

which rolled across the mountain range.

Logan scowled at the darkening sky, and tugged her along.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. Let me ask you something. How badly do you want to join the circus in

there?” He gestured to the castle, where lights spilled out of the function room, and the music started

up.

Hannah pulled a face, and he had his answer.

“Well, we’re expected to sit through all that, so we best—”

“Not go? Good, I thought you might say that. Give me a second.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit George’s speed dial. The man answered on the third ring.

“Yo, Logan, what’s up? Hurry your asses in here. It’s gonna piss it down, and they’re waiting on you

guys to bring the food out.”

Logan smiled at Hannah’s confused expression, and shook his head.

“Tell them to serve without us, and have fun. We won’t be coming. I have the sudden urge to start my

honeymoon right now. Margaret has the details of where we’ll be. You and Sarah are still okay to look

after Rhia, right?”