One Bride for Five Mountain Men

“It doesn't seem fine to me,” she murmurs as she eyes the champagne sloshing around in the glass.

“Just put your seat back a little bit,” I instruct her, leaning over her to press the button and then pushing the seat back slightly. As the fabric of our shirts meet, the plane bounces slightly, and I almost fall into her.

But the near connection is electric, and I know she feels it too by the way she draws her lower lip between her teeth.

“Let me just get this blanket over you,” I tell her as I draw the fabric up to her shoulders.

She nods gratefully and I let my hand slide down under the blanket, stroking her nipple through the fabric with the side my thumb, noting how it hardens instantly under my touch.

“There now, Little Girl,” I breathe close to her ear, drawing in the delicious scent of her as she trembles slightly under my touch. “Is that better?”

"Yes,” she whispers, her lips parted.

My hand trails down, finding the hem of her dress and reaching underneath it. She's warm and wet between her thighs and I drag my fingers against her. Her thighs spread for me gently so I can reach into the satiny panties she's got on.

“Oh, you're so wet for me, aren't you, Little Girl?”

She hitches her breath. “We can't do this! I can't be quiet,” she whispers urgently.

“You will be quiet,” I growl in her ear, shifting closer to her as I run my middle finger up and down her slick seam. “I don't want to hear a sound out of you, do you understand me?”

She bites her lips together and nods, closing her eyes. I feel her hips trembling underneath me.

“That's it, Jordan,” I whisper, letting my tongue dart against the velvety skin of her earlobe. “Just like that.”

The plane lurches again, and I insert one finger inside her, flicking gently at the tip to caress her G spot. As the plane rolls and trembles, I fuck her with my middle finger, rolling my thumb over her clit until she shakes beneath me, harder than the plane.

She's not quiet when she comes, but she's quiet enough. I'm sure the man behind us can hear her desperate, nearly muted cries, but I don't care. She come

s against my hand in a shattering, clenching surge, wetting my palm beautifully.

“You see?” I ask her as I withdraw my hand. I run my sticky thumb over her lower lip and her tongue slides out tentatively to taste herself. “I knew you could do it.”

Sighing deeply, I watch her as her eyes begin to close. The thick, humming air of the plane and the bliss of her orgasm are enough to tip her over the edge into sleep. For long minutes I just watch her, thinking how lovely she is. How unique in the world. How blissfully unaware of the truth.

I realize suddenly that I can't be the one to tell her. But I can be there for her when she finds out. I can use whatever resources are at my disposal to help her. I'm not sure what she's going to want to do, but whatever it is, I'll be there. I have to protect her.

Chapter 13

Jordan

“What the fuck were you thinking?” asks Kelsey. “What is wrong with you, for fuck’s sake? Are you actually retarded?”

“Um, no,” I answer, confused. Why is she turning on me like this? Why does she suddenly hate me? I’m not sure what to say, since maybe she has a point. But does she have to address me like this? I would never speak to anyone like that.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” she mutters, shooting me a look like daggers. I try to keep my head. She obviously doesn’t have hers. But part of me wonders if she might be right. “Don’t you have anything to fucking say? Whatever, I’m done with you.” She shakes her head, disgusted.

“Um, I’m not really sure what I did, Kels,” I say carefully. “If I did something stupid, you can tell me. But I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

“Well, it was my idea to be friends with Britt, and instead you just ran off and started a friendship with her. If you want to be so close with her, I’ll just be close with my other friends.”

“I uh,” I start, my mind reeling. Why is she attacking me? “I uh... thought we were all friends? Like we were all going to be friends together.”

“Well clearly not. Didn’t you go to the movies with her on Thursday?” she demands. The tone of her voice is shrill. “I didn’t get any text messages from you. You didn’t call me. You chose to hold her closer to you. So I am going to do the same. No hard feelings, but bye.”

“Uh, okay,” I barely get out before she spins around and storms off. My hands are shaking, so I stuff them into my pockets, confused. I never suspected she could turn on someone like this. Or more than that, that she could turn on me like this. I am practically her sister for crying out loud. Joined at the hip, and have been for years.

“Kelsey,” I say weakly, but it’s too late. She’s already gone.