One Bride for Five Mountain Men

“Oh, yes,” she mutters almost inaudibly, careful not to look at him directly.

With her approval, I turn my barstool, crossing my legs in the opposite direction. His eyes track the movement automatically, and his cheeks cave in as his lips purse.

“Lola Grace?” he purrs, his eyes fixed on my bare kneecaps. My skin almost sizzles under his inspection.

“Yes?” I ask, surprised. “How did you —”

“You’re easy to recognize,” he answers in his silky-smooth voice, dark as chocolate. “I was hoping we would get to meet before you left.”

Brazenly, his eyes rake over my body. He takes his time, sliding from my throat, down between my breasts, then over my thighs and between, into my skirt. Somehow I feel as though he’s dressing and undressing me over and over again, and his confidence is impressive.

Recognizing that I have finally found the animal I was looking for, I slide off the barstool and place my drink back on the bar, knuckling my hip and casting my weight to one side. His eyes track every movement, as though matching me dance move for dance move.

“Are you a guest of the hotel?” I ask in a low voice, pushing my chin out suggestively.

A smile twists the corner of his mouth, revealing perfect, straight, shiny teeth. His tongue slides out and presses along the ridge of his upper teeth. I can’t help but wonder what that tongue can do.

With a pout, the bartender leaves his drink on the lacquered surface and stalks away. He picks it up without looking at it and downs it in one gulp, his head tipped back, allowing me to watch his Adam’s apple scrape underneath the skin of his throat. Then he sets the glass back down on the bar and grins.

“You want to see my room?” he smirks, offering me his elbow.

Behind me, I hear Nance chuckle as I take his arm and allow him to guide me through the crowd. People turn and stare at us, muttering under their breath as we head for the elevators.

It feels wonderful, being observed like this, gliding through all of these snowboarders and snotty rich kids with this gorgeous man leading the way. It feels good, like I finally found the event to top off this underwhelming vacation.

I’m ready, so very ready to be slingshotted into the next section of my life. Here we go. This is the finale. And it’s about damn time.

In the elevator, he immediately turns to me and places his hands on the mirrored wall behind my head. His mouth is hot and slippery, covering mine with a surprising amount of suction as he pries my lips apart, stuffing his tongue between my teeth and cheek.

Automatically my back arches, trying to align my body to his. My nipples are pointed and ready, seeking that connection to make the spark. He sways back and forth, a low groan coloring his whispers as he invades my mouth.

“I knew I’d find you,” he says between wet, highly suctioned mouth work.

Slightly confused, I try to keep up. He definitely has a rhythm of his own but I can’t quite seem to figure out what it is. My teeth keep crashing against his and there seems to be an overabundance of moisture gathering inside my lower lip.

When the elevator doors slide apart, I’m happy to see that they open directly into the penthouse. We won’t have to stumble through a hallway full of other guests. He breaks away first, giving me a second to rearrange myself. At least I’ll have another chance to try to figure out how to make out with him properly, maybe get a slightly better connection. At least a decent kiss, anyway. I mean, not to be a snob, but kissing should be a mutually beneficial experience. So far it just seems like he’s the only one enjoying it.

With a sweeping gesture, he holds his arm out toward the penthouse suite and grins arrogantly.

“See that?” he crows. “Best view in the place.”

Striding forward, he takes off his suit coat and drapes it over a chair, then begins pulling at his necktie. Dutifully I check out the view, which I’m sure is wonderful in the daytime but it’s sort of dark now, so I can’t really know. There are lights around the lake that I can see from here, but other than that it’s really inky blackness below and a beautiful starlit sky above.

“Wow,” I reply anyway with a flirty smile. “You really got the best suite?”

“Of course I did,” he nods, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a waxed, shiny chest. Slowly he pulls the shirt out as though unfurling his wings or something, as though I’m supposed to admire this view as well.

It’s a really nice chest, don’t get me wrong. His pecs look like somebody opened one of those unabridged dictionaries on his chest and sculpted the muscles based on that. I was just hoping for little chest hair. I like chest hair.

Lola, stop being so picky, I command myself. This is a one-night stand. It’s not a lifetime commitment. Now get in there!

Smiling prettily, I begin unbuttoning my own blouse. He licks his lips in anticipation and rubs his crotch through the front of his trousers.

“Yeah, Lola,” he murmurs encouragingly. “Let me see your pussy.”

“Oh, there’s no rush, is there?” I tease as I slide out of my boots as slowly as possible. “It’s fun to wait, don’t you think?”

As if to answer, he unzips his trousers and lets them fall to the floor with his cock springing right out and into his hands. I note that not only is his chest completely hairless, but so is the rest of him. He must wax the whole thing. Even his legs are smooth and glossy like a baby seal.