One Bride for Five Mountain Men

“Yes,” I answer. I am ready. I do feel ready.

Fuck you, Kelsey. I can live without you.

Chapter 8

Raleigh

I try not to think about the fact that I let my lust get the better of me. So I fucked her. I have to deal with this business function and it’s going to take all my concentration. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to invite Jordan and take her as my date.

Someone there might recognize her. Would they think I had just hired a prostitute?

They aren’t going to think very well of me, if so.

Goddammit.

My cock gets me into trouble.

“Is everything okay?” she asks in the car on the way to the event. She’s not looking at me, but I know that need is probably brewing in her eyes. Women always get this way. They see what I have to offer and they want it for themselves.

More importantly, Jordan doesn’t seem to have a clue about what her friend has done. She’s somehow, incredibly, completely innocent, or completely ignorant of what she’s gotten involved in. If only that meant everyone else was, but they’re not. Including my colleagues. They might be watching her even now.

“I’m fine,” I answer. It comes out rather curtly. But there’s a lot to think about now that I’ve gone this far. I try to soften it by grabbing her hand and stroking the soft warm skin. Even that makes me want her fiercely. Despite what her friend may have done to her, she seems so innocent. Innocent in general, sure; but what’s more, she seems innocent of everything. Maybe that’s what accounts for her appeal. She doesn’t act like your regular cam girl, all slutty and such. True voyeurs can get off more on Jordan thinking that she doesn’t know that she’s being watched. Enjoyed.

Because in reality, she’s a smart girl. Even a smart woman. She’s someone who you would respect, especially if you didn’t know anything about what she’d been involved in. But if she’s been unaware of it the entire time I don’t know what to tell her.

Do I really want to be the one who shatters the image she has of her dead friend?

She returns my caresses on her skin with a small squeeze, and I look up at her. Her eyes are so warm, with a hint of fragility in them. It draws me in, the little girl side of her that she sees.

“Little Girl,” I say softly.

She makes a sound in between a gasp and a moan, and her lips part as her head falls to the side. I devour her with kisses, biting her soft lips, playing with her tongue. “Little Girl,” I say again as she squirms in my arms. I thrust a hand underneath the beaded dress, and feel her warm wetness as she quivers.

“King,” she answers, breathlessly. I kiss her roughly this time, feeling her wet cunt under my fingertips, thrusting under her thong, and she stiffens, convulses a little and cries out again. “King!”

I hold her while she comes, then slowly withdraw, and lick the sweet wetness from my fingers, sucking them softly.

Then I turn away and look out the window as she crumples against me, panting.

Fuck.

I’m in for it now.

“Tell me more about your friend Kelsey,” I say finally.

She looks up at me. “There’s not much to tell,” she answers finally. “She was my best friend since we were little kids. We did everything together. I relied on her too much, I guess.” She sniffles a little, and I wonder if she’s crying, but when she goes on her voice is steady. “And then she died.”

“How far did your relationship go?” I ask, and I feel her stiffen.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Did you do any business together? Or was it just a friendship?”

Her eyebrows knit together. “That’s kind of a weird question.”

“Maybe. But your dad and I do business together, and we’re old friends.”

She relaxes and her body presses once more against mine.