Page 40 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
“I can’t--”
“Do it for yourself. And do it for me,” she said, gripping my hand. “I want to know that my little sister is living a life full of love and happiness. And when you two get married, I can walk you down the aisle.”
The thought of marrying Mick sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through my body. With Lawrence, I could never picture details of the wedding. I knew that it would be extravagant, dripping with chandeliers, black ties, and hundreds of well-to-do guests that I didn’t know. I couldn’t even picture what my dress would look like. When I imagined marrying Mick, I could see it. The two of us standing on a summer mountain top, my veil billowing into the sky, wildflowers swaying in the breeze; Mick smiling at me, his big hand on the small of my back, pulling me in for a kiss. I knew exactly what my dress would look like, a simple silk V-neck with spaghetti straps and I would wear a flower crown.
“Stop thinking about it and go. Go get your man,” Alanna said and pushed me off the bed, she was surprisingly strong for a sick girl.
“Ok,” I said hesitantly. Then the flash of Mick’s smile ran through my mind and I squealed, the reality of what I was about to do setting in, “Ok, LanaBanana. I’m going to go get him.” I pulled her into a tight hug and then grabbed my handbag.
“I’m so proud of you,” she yelled as I jogged out of the room.
I had visions of racing back to the mountains, running into Mick’s arms, him lifting me off my feet and twirling me around when he saw me. But then I remembered.
Lawrence. My fiancé. Was waiting for me in the parking lot.
Chapter 26 – Mick
The little back room was thick with Cohiba cigar smoke and my eyes began to sting as soon as we set foot inside. I glanced around, there were about seven other young men lounging around on the tufted leather sofas and they all looked to be under twenty-five.
“Mick Brady,” the tallest of the young men said and reached out to shake my hand. His eyes were wide, and his speech had the brisk cadence of someone very high on cocaine, “I’m so stoked that you’re here, man. I mean, you’re a legend. Mick Brady. I mean, from what I heard, you’re going to clean up in our little contests.” The young man hadn’t stopped aggressively pumping my arm.
“And who are you?” I said, pulling my hand away from his.
“Name’s Matt. I’m the Vice President.”
“Oh, I thought that I already met the VP,” I said.
“You met the VP of the Founder’ s Club. I’m the Vice of this room,” he said, gesturing to the boys behind him.
The door creaked behind me and the security guard peeked his head through, “Entertainment’s here.”
“Perfect,” Matt clapped his hands together. “Mick, you got here just in time.”
The security guard opened the door and ten gorgeous women filed into the room. One of the other polo-clad boys started pouring glasses of champagne, and the gaggle of women flocked over to the flutes of bubbly. “Ladies! I’d like you to meet one of our new pledges, Mick Brady.”
Pledge?
The girls turned to face me. Some smiled and then turned back to toast their champagne glasses, a few let their glances linger a little longer.
“Want to take one of them for a spin?” Matt elbowed me. “That brunette is undressing you from across the room.”
I followed his eyes to spot one of the most gorgeous women that I had ever seen. And trust me, I’ve seen gorgeous women. Her hair was such a dark brown that it was almost black, and I guessed that she had an Italian background because of her dark eyes and olive skin. She was wearing a black evening gown with a plunging neckline. She met my eyes and then demurely lowered them to her champagne flute before looking back up at me again.
“I don’t pay for women,” I said and turned away from the Megan Fox lookalike.
“Oh, they’re not paid. They audition to be here. Do you want me to call her over?”
Lucy’s blue eyes and shy smile flashed to my mind. Before the storm, I would’ve taken the brunette into a back room and bent her over. I knew her type, her panties would be expensive and lacy, and I’d rip them right off her. I wouldn’t zip her out of her dress though, I’d just hike the sequined fabric up to her waist, maybe have a taste of her from behind, make her legs shake and quiver until it was time for my cock to take over.
I shook my head. The image of Lucy’s giggle and the way she looked under my quilt were competing with the image of this model standing with her legs spread, waiting to feel me take her. “Nah,” I said to Matt.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “How did you hear about this club?”
“Oh, I’m friends with Lawrence Locklear.”
This seemed to please Matt and he grinned. “Our friend Lawrence is about to win our latest little wager.”
“I heard,” I lied. I had to make Matt feel comfortable enough to spill the details.
