Two Nights with His Bride
A Montana Born Brides Novella
Kat Latham
Two Nights with His Bride
Copyright © 2015 Kat Latham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-942240-72-3
To everyone who has fallen for a Jared.
You deserve better.
Excerpt from One Night with Her Bachelor
The Montana Born Brides Series
I would have been so stuck without the help of a couple of experts, and I can’t thank them enough. First and foremost, Sarah Ondrus from Paradise Adventure Company in Montana—thank you
so
much for taking the time to answer all my questions about rafting on the Yellowstone. Your passion and enthusiasm are infectious, and I’m now saving my pennies so I can go on one of your rafting
trips. I know words can’t do the experience justice, but I hope I got close.
Sarah Mayberry, thank you for your insight into the world of soaps and all the encouragement and friendship you gave me as I wrote this book. I really needed it!
Lastly, my parents and husband went to great lengths to help me have the time and space I needed to write. Thank you for putting up with me being a growly
bear. I love you all so much!
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“They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.”
—Clint Eastwood
N
ancy tried to
grab her bra before it fell to the floor, but wearing a blindfold shot her hand-eye coordination all to hell. “What are you doing?” she yelled as cold air hit her breasts.
“Getting you ready for your bachelorette surprise,”
Polly answered with a smile in her voice.
Annoyance percolated inside Nancy’s naked chest. When she’d let her two bridesmaids tie the satin blindfold on her, she’d thought they were taking her somewhere nice to surprise her—a luxurious spa, an exclusive restaurant, or something like that. God knew she’d dropped enough hints in that direction. But then they’d made short work of her shirt and jeans,
telling her she had to wear something special for the occasion.
Normally Nancy had no qualms about stripping in front of people. On set, she did it all the time in the rush to get ready for the next scene. Camera operators, production assistants, other actors—they’d all seen her goods, and no one cared. And since she, Polly and Ruby had shared a tiny one-bedroom apartment in North Hollywood before
getting their big breaks, they were practically as familiar with each other’s bodies as with their own. But this was different. No one had ever blindfolded and stripped her before.
Not without her permission, anyway.
“You guys, I’m really not—”
“Hold your arms out.”
She grimaced and did as Ruby said. Something fuzzy tickled its way up her arms, and a thick band of fabric wrapped around her
rib cage. One of the girls pulled the band tight and hooked it together behind her. When a couple of straps bit into her shoulders, Nancy ran her fingertips over the top. Shaped like a bra, it covered her breasts but not much else. It also felt like no bra she’d ever worn. She was pretty sure it was made out of fur.
“This isn’t real, is it?”
Polly gasped. “We’re not monsters.”
“Yeah, plus Polly
bought it, so it’s cheaper than shit.”
Tension snapped through the room. Nancy tried to roll her eyes, but the blindfold thwarted her. “Can’t you two get along for one. Damn. Second?”
“I’m sure we could, if she stopped being such a cheap bitch.”
“At least I’m not a mean bitch,” Polly snapped.
Fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, but Nancy grabbed them. “Take my underwear off, and
I’ll break your fingers.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I don’t know what the hell you’re putting me in, but I’m keeping my own underwear on.”
“Fine,” Ruby said, “but it’ll probably bunch up and go places no man has gone before.”
“And it’s not like this is a rented costume or anything,” Polly added. “I bought it new. I’m sure everyone who tried it on kept their panties on. And there’s a sanitary sticker
in the gusset, just in case they didn’t.”
“Oh, we should probably take that out.”
God. If Nancy didn’t feel so grossed out, she might actually be grateful the frenemies had found something to agree on. “Just hand me whatever you want me to put on.”
A little slip of furry fabric was shoved into her hand, and she fumbled with it a second before stepping into it. It was tight and barely covered
her ass. “Seriously? This is your guys’ idea of pampering? A fur bikini?”
One of them snickered and looped something that felt like a sash over her. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
“If you drop me off in the middle of town, you’re both fired as bridesmaids.”
Lips pressed against her cheek in a loud, overly dramatic kiss. Probably Ruby. Melodrama was her specialty. “You know we love you. We’ve
organized something you’ve wanted for a long, long time, and you’re going to love it. We promise.”
“I better. If I don’t, you owe me big time.” So far they’d made wedding planning a living nightmare. A decade ago they’d been as close as friends could be, but Polly had a bad habit of bouncing rent checks, and Ruby had a worse habit of telling everyone about it. By the time they’d all earned enough
money to move into their own places, Nancy had been wedged between them, loving each individually but hating them together.
When they were nineteen and had nothing but each other and big dreams, they’d made a solemn vow to be each other’s bridesmaids. The vow had meant something to her, and she was determined to keep it, even though she knew the two of them would completely cut each other out
of their weddings.
“Ready to go?”
“Let’s see,” she said. “I’m basically naked and have no place to put my cards or my phone. Sure, let’s get going!”
“No need for the sarcasm,” Ruby drawled. “Your wallet and phone are in my bag.”
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” She held her hands palm-out as one of them led her out of the guest bedroom at her parents’ ranch. If she scrunched up her nose,
a bit of light leaked through the bottom of the blindfold, just enough for her not to trip as she followed them down the stairs and out to the pickup Polly had rented. One of them helped her into the cab before climbing in after her, so she was wedged between them on the bench seat. Something uncomfortable poked at her tailbone, and she lifted her butt to try to push away whatever she’d sat on, but
Ruby stopped her. “Don’t move. Just sit.”
“But I’m sitting on something.”
“Just some of Polly’s stuff. You know what a slob she is.”
“Hey! I’m creatively disorganized, not a slob.”
Nancy sighed and gave up. She tried to gauge where they were going by mentally picturing all the turns they made. A right turn out of the drive and down the long, narrow track leading to the main road, where they
turned left. They weren’t heading to town, then. Nor, judging by how hard her ass hit the seat as the road grew bumpier, were they heading to any sort of civilization.
Nancy couldn’t judge how long they drove. As her friends’ bickering grew more heated, she flipped on a local country station and Jake Kohl’s smooth voice filled the cab.
“I still can’t believe you got him to sing at the wedding,”
Ruby said.
“I didn’t. Jared did. He can’t stand country, but he said it was one of his wedding gifts to me.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet!”
It was. She’d literally jumped up and down with joy when he’d told her. “I’ve been trying to figure out what I can do for him to make the day even more special.”
Ruby snorted. “I thought he already told you what you can do.”
Yeah, he had. In very explicit terms.
“That’s not going to happen. Ever.”
“You might actually like it.”
“Not interested in finding out if I do. At all.”
Her butt bounced again on the seat, and she winced as whatever she was sitting on rammed into her tailbone. “Where are we going?”
“Not telling. Just smile.”
“What? I swear to God, if there are cameras—”
“No cameras. Just a smokin’ hot mountain man.”
“A…what?”
The truck slowed
to a stop and one of the girls unsnapped Nancy’s seat belt. “Smile. Seriously. You’re creasing your forehead.”
Wrinkles were no joke—especially in her line of work. She pasted a smile on her face and let Ruby take her hand and ease her from the truck. The slam of the truck’s doors reverberated in eerie silence.
No, not silence. Gentle sounds crept in, so easy to overlook because they weren’t
the hustle-bustle she was used to hearing. Birds chirping instead of humans shouting into their cell phones. Water flowing instead of traffic screeching to a halt.
“Holy
shit
!”
A man swearing—okay,
that
was familiar. And so, she realized with a sickening shiver, was his voice.
“Nancylynn Pruitt. What the
hell
are you wearing?”
Her blood turned sludgy and cold, and she fumbled for the blindfold’s
knot. It stayed stubbornly in place, probably because her fingers had turned to jelly, and jelly was notoriously bad at untying knots.
More curses were swallowed up by laughter from her soon-to-be-dead friends, who were even less help than her wobbly fingers. “Get this thing off me!”
Big, masculine fingers pushed hers out of the way, and within a second her blindfold dropped to the ground. She
spun around and faced the one man she’d carefully avoided every time she’d come back home. “Wyatt.”