One Bride for Five Mountain Men

“King!” I exclaim. “What is this… Are you—”

“Jordan Burke,” he starts formally, his voice loud and sure in the room. I feel everyone else sort of pressing closer, and I know that they’re listening to every word.

“You came into my life almost by happenstance. I was drawn to you, and I didn't know why,” he continues.

I smile, knowing that he worked on this. It's a speech, carefully crafted so only I will understand its true meaning. I feel my cheeks get hot as I think of all the effort he's put into this.

“You've changed me. You've made me want to change myself. I can only hope that one day I'll really be the man you deserve.”

I hear a collective murmur of approval and my heart flutters with joy.

“I would be so honored, Jordan Burke, if you would agree to be my wife. To spend your forever with me. Will you?”

There's only one answer I can give. The answer is yes, a million times yes. But I can't talk. I'm laughing and nodding and crying, tugging on his hand because I want him to kiss me.

“Yes!” I finally manage to say a moment before his mouth finds mine. He kisses me passionately, holding my lips between his, taking my breath away.

“She said yes!”

“Congratulations!”

“Bonne chance!”

“Congratulations to Jordan Burke and Raleigh King!”

Raleigh.

That’s his name, of course. I only realize now that I got so used to calling him “King” or “R” that the issue of his name fell by the wayside.

Raleigh. Jordan and Raleigh.

We can't get to the Town Car again fast enough. He tugs my hand as gently as he can but we’re both on a mission to get away from the crowd and back to the privacy of the chauffeured car.

The driver holds the door open and then closes it firmly behind us as we fling our bodies into the warm, welcoming space.

My dress slips effortlessly from my shoulders. I push R back onto the seat and sit astride him as he shoves his trousers down past his knees. I wait, for just a moment, wanting to savor this moment before the inevitable.

“Yes,” I say again, more gently this time. I brace my elbows on his shoulders and tangled my fingers in his hair, searching his eyes to find that spark of connection between us.

He smiles, his cheeks crinkling handsomely as he gazes up at me.

“You're going to make me the happiest man in the world, you know.”

“Oh, I know!” I purr. I decide to try it out. “Raleigh...”

Slowly, I allow him to guide me on top of him. His fingers pressed firmly into my thighs as he maneuvers his tip just to my entrance. I try to memorize the delicious sensation as I slowly drop onto him, millimeter by millimeter, feeling my body stretch to accommodate his size.

Tasting every second of this union, I draw the moment out as long as possible, watching his expression change from that smile to a peak of desire and then the pleading expression of overwhelming need.

He moans my name. As I bottom out, taking him completely inside me. I rotate my hips in a luxurious circle so he'll now just how completely I ensheath him.

The car motor rumbles, vibrating beneath us as we prowl the streets of Paris, moaning and crying out in pleasure. When we come, we come together in a thrilling explosion of combined passion.

After, I fall into his arms and watch the city lights pass by in a slow-motion smear, floating on a sea of bliss and contentment. I was lost, and I was lonely. But in Raleigh King’s embrace, I found the only true and honest love I’ve ever known.

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