Page 14 of Hooked By the Mountain Man

Brynn's body shakes with laughter, and then she turns to me with a cheeky smile. "Typical man. Get me to the altar and then spring a butt plug on me once we're in paradise."

I shrug. "If I can't buy you sexy toys for the bedroom, who are we?"

"Not us," Brynn agrees laughing, and then her breath catches as my fingers find her sensitive clit, and she moans. "Oh yes. Wait, no! Everyone will be here any second. We can't," she protests, even as she lifts her leg over my hip to give me better access. Her warm hand finds my cock and pumps me. She opens her eyes, biting her lip when I quirk a brow at her.

"The lady doth protest too much," I murmur, and she grins. I lean in to kiss my almost-bride, but the doorbell for our suite sounds, and I groan.

"Later," she promises and then gives me a little push. "Go answer the door. It's either the guys or Caitlyn." Brynn stands, her glorious curves begging for my touch, and I reach for her with a growl, but she dances away with a laugh and closes the bathroom door.

Sighing, I pull on underwear and sweatpants, adjust my semi-hard cock, and go answer the door, glaring at my friends and future-brother-in-law for showing up on time.

"It's everybody," I call back to Brynn. West, Barrett, and Cole ignore my mood, barreling into the suite with Caitlyn's supply bags. Caitlyn follows with two other young women who look around the two-story suite in awe.

I don't blame them. It's an impressive room, and I grew up staying in fancy hotels. TheJade Petal Hotel & Casinospared no expense in decor and opulence, especially in these high-roller suites, a gift from Barrett for the wedding.

"I'll be out in a minute, Caitlyn," Brynn calls from the bedroom, and Caitlyn directs the guys to drop all the bags by the window.

"The light is perfect here." Caitlyn claps excitedly and then quietly instructs the other two women to set up at the dining table. Caitlyn's the Director of Spa Operations at the hotel.When we decided to get married in Vegas, Brynn insisted we contact Caitlyn who did hair and makeup for Cole and Miranda's wedding last year. She's been living in Vegas for the past year and has made planning the wedding a breeze, so I'm a big fan of this woman.

"Alright, West. We're starting with you. Monica is going to style your hair."

"The best first, Caitlyn, of course. Hello, Monica. Now, this is important. You must do everything in your power to make me look worse than Ethan, which is a monumental task, but I will not upstage the groom on his wedding day." West deadpans, and Monica dissolves into giggles. "Additionally, I am a happily married man, Monica." West taps the solid black wedding band on his ring finger and smiles at me smugly. "So, I need everything about me to scream,stand back, home-wrecker. I'm taken."

Monica, Caitlyn, and Cole all laugh, but I pinch the bridge of my nose, wishing I could have kept him away this weekend. The fact he managed to get his wife down the aisle before me really sticks in my craw, and he knows it. He wasn't even supposed to be here. I invited Barrett to serve as our witness, and Brynn invited her brother. Two witnesses and the officiant, and then we jet off on our honeymoon without a big production. When West found out he wasn't invited, he threw a temper tantrum to rival anything I've ever seen outside of a preschool, and Brynn gave in to his theatrics.

"Please don't encourage my brother," Barrett begs, but West winks at Monica and she giggles again, turning bright red.

"Cole, you're going with Trish, over there. Barrett, relax and answer some emails." Barrett nods, immediately grabbing his phone and taking a seat at the couch. He's been grumbling about somebody named Parker since yesterday, which makes Westgrin like fool, so I'm guessing there's more to that story than I realize.

"Ethan, our lead barber, Jackson, is headed up to give you an in-room shave before we style your hair." As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Caitlyn breezes to the front door.

"Okay, gentlemen," Caitlyn says. "While Jackson sets up, can I get any of you a drink?" She heads to the fully stocked wet bar and looks at us expectantly.

"Did all the liquor come with the room?" Monica blurts out and then quickly covers her mouth with her hand. "Sorry!" she squeaks, glancing at me quickly, and even Caitlyn shakes her head with amusement.

"You'd have to ask Barrett." I grin. "He's the high-roller."

"Actually, you'd have to ask Alistair," Barrett admits. West quirks an eyebrow when Trish and Monica exchange a look. The two ladies both dart glances at Caitlyn, who turns to hand me my drink. Her jaw is clenched, but she manages a smile when she sees me looking at her.

"Gorgeous Caitlyn. Do you happen to know Barrett's best friend, Alistair Evans?" West asks, looking at Trish quickly when she coughs to cover the little snort she lets out at his question.

"I'm his best friend," I grumble, but West shushes me, batting his eyelashes at Caitlyn expectantly.

Caitlyn pauses too long before responding. "Yes, of course. He stays here often as one of our high-rollers."

"He'll only get his hair cut by Caitlyn," Monica whispers to us. "Calls her his lucky charm."

West gasps, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Tell me more, Monica."

"Monica." Caitlyn's voice is firm. "We do not gossip about our guests." Monica ducks her head, chagrined, and gets back to work.

"Mr. Evans is...particular about his hair," Caitlyn says, and Barrett snorts knowingly.

"Alistair is particular about everything," Barrett concedes. "But he's brilliant and incredibly generous with people he cares about."

Caitlyn flushes. Brynn comes out in a long white robe, and whatever is going on between Caitlyn and Alistair is no longer any of my concern.

I jump up, stalking toward Brynn, and she holds up a hand to ward me off.

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