Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Desire

Whoever invented the debauchery of a traditional bachelor party ought to be slathered with grease and tossed in a sand pit. Matt Coleman worked his way down the length of the bar, tray full of beer jugs balanced precariously as he manoeuvred his burden over the rowdies crowding the floor.

There were too many bodies, too many familiar faces to cut and run like everything screamed for him to do. This wasnt where he wanted to be, not by a long shot. But his personal preferences didnt free him from his responsibilities as the oldest single male in his family.

His brother was tying the knot? Matt would take a trip into hell itself to make sure all the rituals and customs were followed. Even the stupid ones.

A loud roar sounded from ahead of him, and he hurried his step, hoping to control the damage before someoneprobably one of his younger brotherswent totally out of control.

To Daniel, who not only got his balls chained but sleepless nights with kids thrown into the bargain. One of the many cousins in attendance shook a stuffed bear in the air. The attached set of handcuffs rattled, and laughter rang out before he tossed the gag gift onto the table with the others.

Matt lowered his tray in time to see Daniels response all too clearly. The familiar ear-to-ear grin his brother had worn for most of the past year proved he didnt give a shit his freedom was about to officially disappear into the sunset.

The music picked up, both in volume and tempo, and enthusiastic hoots rose from the males crowding the private room at Traders Pub. The door on the far side of the raised platform opened and a pair of long, slim legs appeared.

Someone yanked on his shirtsleeve. Matt leaned in close enough to hear Daniel above the rest of the boys caterwauling.

Strippers? You trying to get me killed?

I stopped at dirty dancers. Beth wont kill you unless you touch em. Matt lifted his shoulders briefly. Face it, bro, this part of the party aint for your sake anyway. You tell me the entire clan would accept your idea of a steak dinner and a brew down at the ranch, and Ill suspect youve found a bottle of Uncas moonshine and been sampling it on the sly a little too hard.

Daniel shook his head, raising his drink in salute. Im telling her this was your idea.

Damn right, you give me credit. Had to book the entertainment in all the way from Red Deer. Matt forced a smile, clicking mugs with his brother as he searched the room for the three youngest boys in the immediate family.

Colemans filled the space. With all the cousins and second cousins living in the area, there was no shortage of similar-looking male relatives leering and waving at the pretty blonde strutting her way across the stage. She wore a milkmaid costume that didnt do much to cover her ample breasts. Matt took in the view for a moment before turning away with a sigh. Pretty girls all around him and he would still be partying with his hand once the evening was over. The notable gap in his love life, no, his sex life, was getting old.

Screw love, he wanted some out-and-out hard fucking. And soon.

The cheering got louder, and Matt rolled his eyes when he spotted the cause. Figured. Jesse and Joel, the babies of the familyalthough finally legal in all states and provinceswere front and center making suggestive gestures at the dancer. She squatted in front of them and preened while continuing to display her assets, and once more Matt wondered just what the hell those boys ate for breakfast that the rest of the clan missed.

Women lined up to lie down for the twins.

A hand landed on his shoulder, solid. Well done, Matt. Where were you when I was having my bachelor party?

Matt laughed at his brother Blake, the oldest in the Coleman six pack. You didnt trust me to organize things. Thats why you had Leo set up your party. And if I remember correctly, the police got called well before midnightwhat more did you want?

Blake grinned as he eyed the second woman crossing the stage, this one a brunette wearing a schoolgirl costume. Im not complaining. Still, I think Jaxi would have gotten a kick out of this kinda thing.

Matt slapped him on the arm. Guys only. Just because your woman is atypical and doesnt mind seeing other girls kick it up

Hell, she can dance better than most of these ladies, Blake teased, pulling away in time to avoid Matts swinging fist.

Bastard was telling the truth. Although, Jaxis mixed bag of talents and otherwise scheming skills were on hold for a bit. Shes doing most of her dancing with the babies these days, I bet.

The proud expression on his big brothers face had rarely left since May. The girls are the cutest damn things. Swear theyre gonna be as pretty as their mama. Im polishing my shotgun already.

Matt gave him a pat on the back then headed toward the side of the room where a few of the cousins were swinging their mugs a little too hard. Blake and Daniel both wore the blissful expressions of men in loveand Matt was ready to beat someone to a pulp. Hed worn that expression himself. Fully intended to marry his high school sweetheart, until shed proved the big city was more important than he was.

The party swirled around him, and he smiled and nodded at all the appropriate times. But when it came down to it, there wasnt a lot to smile about.

Hed satisfy the ache in his groin with women who were willing but not looking for more than a casual fling. Hearts couldnt get broken if they werent involved.

Hope shivered. The skimpy outfit covered her breasts but not much more, and she prayed the two-sided tape currently tugging at her skin would keep the fabric in place. Shed put on a few pounds since the last time shed worked a stage, and this costume would have been revealing on her former, less-ample figure.

A rush of adrenaline and fear pumped through her veins. Going down to not much more than skin and a blush had been fine during her college days to pay the bills, but she was supposed to be a mature businesswoman now. This wasnt the way to maintain a respectable image in most small-town eyes. Why had she agreed to this craziness?

Cash. Right. The cash she desperately needed.

The quilting shop had been open for only a few months and due to circumstances beyond her control, i.e. the sister from hell, her savings were nearly exhausted trying to make what should have been payments from two pockets.

Just get it done.

I hope you remember Im rusty. Its over six months since I did this on a regular basis, Hope warned the head dancer.

Honey, youll do fine. You always were one of my best. Im so glad you agreed to help last minute. Trish pushed in one final hairpin and stepped back, draping the long wig extensions over Hopes shoulders. Dont be worried. Its not like anyone can tell its you, not with this costume. Plus, Ive got you on stage second lastby that time all the guys want is to see you wiggle.

Hope laughed. Wiggling I can do no problem.

Oh, hush. Youve got curves Id kill for. You ever move to full stripping, youd make a mint.

As if. Thanks, no. Dirty dancing is as far as I go.

No worries. The guy who booked the party specifically said no full nudity. Trish shrugged. Im good either way, but the one thing I know is the guys enjoy variety.

Hope pointed at the wig on her head. Which works well for me trying to stay undercover. Only, a mermaid? Really, Trish? When did you expand the costume selection from hard-working women into the fantasy realm?

Trish patted her cheek teasingly then handed over a sparkling, sequined half mask. Be thankful I didnt turn you into an elven princess for the night, pointed ears and all. No one will be staring at your face, anyway.