Mountain Man's Accidental Surprise - K.C. Crowne Page 0,1
wholesome to sleep with the stripper. Bummer.
“Can you put some music on?” I asked, my lips pulling into a grin to match hers.
“Have any preferences?” she cooed.
“Nah, I’ll let you fine ladies pick. Whatever suits the mood.”
Emmy gave me another once over before walking to the jukebox. I watched her perfect ass swish with every step, my cock growing harder by the second. I almost forgot what I was doing, lost in a dream world where Emmy was on top of me, her perfect breasts bouncing in my face, when the music started playing.
“Sexy Back? Seriously, Emmy? Don’t they have anything from this decade?” the bride teased. She was cackling, so her words weren’t nearly as mean-spirited as they sounded.
“Nope, sorry, afraid not,” Emmy answered as she returned to the circle of women. “That’s what we get for renting this bar in the middle of nowhere, Liv.”
“I know, I know, but I do have to give you some credit for finding us a dreamy stripper.” Liv turned her blue eyes to me and smiled.
“Remember you’re getting married tomorrow, Liv,” Emmy teased. “So hands off – he’s mine.”
I was so caught up in these women fighting over me – playfully, of course – that I forgot I was supposed to dance. But once Liv and Emmy stopped their banter, they turned their eyes on me, and I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.
I needed to get naked, or at least close to it. I tried to find the rhythm in the music, moving my hips to the bass. I’d never really liked dancing, but from the way Liv howled, I must have been doing something right. I walked over to the bride, knowing that’s what strippers did at these sorts of things. I lifted my shirt off, showed off my abs, and she clapped her hands.
“Hands off, remember, Liv!” Emmy shouted to her friend, laughing loudly.
You can put your hands wherever you want, Emmy, I thought to myself, turning my attention to the stunning Maid of Honor. Her eyes widened as I headed her way, stripping my shirt off over my head and wrapping it around her waist and pulling her closer to me. Liv and her other friends went wild.
“Get ‘em, Emmy,” Liv growled playfully.
Emmy danced with me, keeping the perfect rhythm with her hips gyrating to the music, pressing against me. She had to have felt my raging erection pressed into her belly, but if she did, she didn’t react.
Emmy turned around and I thought she might be leaving, but she bent over and rubbed that magnificent ass against my groin. I was throbbing with need and finding it harder and harder to think clearly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, grinding into her.
Her friends screamed like banshees, clapping and screaming at us, cheering us on. Just as the song ended, another song followed, this one with a slower tempo but a sexy beat just the same.
Emmy slipped away from me, and when she turned back around, her cheeks were flushed. Pearls of perspiration lined her face, and she nibbled her plump lower lip while batting her lashes at me.
“You’re good,” she whispered, speaking in a tone only I could hear. She moved closer to me, her breasts pressing against my bare chest.
“I could do this all night,” I told her, staring deep into her eyes.
“Well, I can’t keep you all to myself,” she announced, smiling at me. “I’m not the bride.”
And thank God for that, I thought. Though it didn’t mean she was single, the odds were certainly better than if she were the one wearing the Bride sash.
But I also didn’t want to look at any of the other women there. She was the only one I had eyes for.
I brushed the hair away from the side of her face. Her curls moved through my fingers like silk. Everything about her was just so perfect. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear lobe. “We can always arrange for a more personal dance later, if you’d like.”
Emmy shuddered against me, her hands suddenly on my chest. She nudged me away gently, and I caught her blushing – again.
“I— I’m not into paying for things like that,” she stammered, heat in her gaze, though from desire or anger, I wasn’t sure.
Confused for a moment, I realized what was happening. She thought I was a prostitute propositioning her. “Oh no, that’s not what I meant—”
But she had already walked back to her