6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

by Rye Hart

  “Assuming I marry you.” I laughed, and he gave me a wounded look. I passed him my glass, and he placed it on the table.

  “You’ve already had my baby,” he said, beaming with pride.

  My heart swelled when I thought about how he was with our daughter. He loved her fiercely and was an amazing father.

  “True, but that isn’t exactly a proposal.”

  “I guess I better hurry up and ask then.” I wondered what he was doing when he put his wine glass down and pulled open the little bedside drawer.

  “That’s a handy little—"

  Seeing what he had in his hands, I froze. The little blue box was the perfect size for a ring, and my heart beat faster when he got down on his knees.

  “Kami, I love you so much. I want to end every night with you and start each morning by your side. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” He opened the box, and the ring inside sparkled.

  My heart burned in my chest and my eyes filled with tears. “Yes! Are you kidding me? of course!” I fell into his arms, and he held me so tight I couldn’t catch my breath. Our tears mingled as I kissed him, and we held each other for a quiet moment of nothing but the two of us in love.

  Just as I leaned down to give him another long kiss, I heard a squeak coming from the open door leading into the house from the garage.

  “Sounds like the princess is awake,” I said, smiling.

  “Should we tell her our good news?” He asked.

  “We should,” I said.

  As we walked back into the house and Tate grabbed Eliza from her bassinet and pepper her with kisses until she giggled, a lump formed in my throat.

  I was the luckiest woman in the world.

  The End

  RYE HART SNEAK PEAKS

  Teach Me Daddy

  A Mountain Man’s Secret Baby Romance

  PROLOGUE

  I squealed as his hands pinned my arms behind my back, thrusting my chest out to him. Without any warning or any words spoken, he kissed me harshly. My lips automatically swelled underneath his touch while our tongues danced a familiar tango and I felt myself short of breath by the time he pulled away. All this time had passed, and his kiss could still render me speechless.

  The attraction between us was so strong, I could feel it electrifying the stale air of the diner.

  “Tell me what you’re hiding,” he said.

  I turned my head away to try and disconnect what I knew was brewing between us.

  “Now,” he said.

  I tried to fight the animal magnetism between the two of us. I could feel my entire body trembling as he tugged harder on my arms. My chest wrenched out toward him and his lips descended to my skin, pressing his barely-there kisses while he watched the whole of my skin pucker at his touch.

  “You’ll tell me, or I’ll get it out of you one way or another,” he said.

  His words made me hot and I started to squirm in his lap. I remembered how his spanking made me feel last time. His lips pressed once again into mine, and I whimpered softly at his touch.

  He bit my bottom lip, pulling a moan from my throat that caused him to growl. I started grinding down into his lap, feeling his erection swell in his pants while his hands traveled to my bra. I started to backtrack from him, trying to get off his lap as his grasp held me in his lap.

  I knew the moment he saw the stretch marks that trailed up the sides of my breasts that he would know.

  He pulled my bra down, and my breathing sped up. For a moment, my nipples were bared to the warm air of the diner. I could feel them puckering underneath his gaze, hardening as I spilled into my panties. His fingertips rose to the side of my breast, tracing every lightened stretch mark he could find as I visibly quaked in his lap.

  I was panting with fear while my pussy was growing wet with desire.

  Suddenly, his lips dipped to my pert nipples. He licked and sucked, the sensations driving me crazy while I continued to moan. The electricity that shot through my body could’ve powered the entire town and, as I bucked wildly in his lap, I could feel the vibrations of his voice echo off the corners of my mind.

  “Tell me your secret,” he said.

  He ground against me, causing me to gasp for air. I wanted him and I knew he could tell. But I hadn’t told him what he wanted to know. My nipple fell from between his lips and his knee pressed against my clit, causing me to lose myself in his body again while he moved me back and forth.

  My arms stayed taut, and his hand stayed wound in my hair as my body shook with the pleasure coursing through my veins. He rocked me to my precipice, my clit swelling with lust and wanton passion as my body started to shiver. My body jolted and darted with my orgasm as he rocked my body faster and faster against his leg, his lips wrapping around my nipples and riding me through the wetness pouring out from between my legs.

  I shook helplessly on his lap as my orgasm barreled over my body and, once I collapsed, I felt him readjust my bra and pull my shirt down.

  My hazy gaze found his stern eyes, and even though I was flushed with the pleasure he’d just given my body, he still wouldn’t let me go. I stared back at him, truly unsure of what was coming next, but something inside of me chanted a very familiar tune.

  You can trust him. You can trust him. You can trust him.

  Chapter One – Rose

  Crap here we go again.

  Nothing good ever came in the mail. The first few days after the first of the month were the days when most of our bills came and I was reminded how dirt poor we really were.

  Oh well. There was no need to prolong the pain any further. “Rip that Band-Aid off”, as my mom would say. I took a deep breath and opened the mailbox.

  Stacked neatly inside were three threatening letters from the same credit card companies letting me know that I was ninety days behind.

  No shit, Sherlock.

  The hole I kept digging every month just kept getting deeper. I’m one straw away from breaking the camel’s back.

  And when that happens… shit, I don’t know what I’ll do.

  The one bright spot of this morning’s trip to the mailbox was the thick pack of coupons at the bottom of the stack.

  I tucked the bills under my arm and tore into the coupons as I walked back up the gravel drive to the house I shared with Cassie, and my ten year old brother. Coupons were a necessity of life in Rose’s world.

  “Sis! Is breakfast ready yet?”

  “Why don’t you come down here and see for yourself?”

  I dashed my behind to the kitchen stove to scramble the now nearly burned eggs in a pan, while Kevin bounded down the stairs. His brooding eyes narrowed as he saw me standing at the stove, and I could feel the quip coming on before he even spat it out.

  “I thought you said breakfast was—”

  “I only said to come see. Sit. Now.”

  He groaned but sat down at the table. He blew spit bubbles, and I grimaced. His dark hair fluttered around his head as he leaned back into his chair. He needed a haircut, but that would have to wait. The morning was as hectic as ever. I had to get Kevin to school before I could even think about clocking in for work, and I was running behind.

  Fifteen minutes behind, to be exact.

  My cell phone rang on the counter, and I saw Crystal’s name pop up. I loved my best friend and all, but I really needed a break. I didn’t need to be taking her call right now, but I knew if I didn’t pick up, she’d just keep calling and calling.

  “Sis, food!” Kevin demanded.

  “Sit down and hush. It’s almost ready.”

  “We’re gonna be late for school,” Kevin said.

  “And had it not taken me ten minutes to roll you outta bed, we wouldn’t be running late. Buck up and hush.”

  I picked up the phone and pinned it to my ear with my shoulder as the toast popped out of the toaster. I could feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck. Of all the mornings for Crystal to be chatting in my ear, it had to be this one.

 
“What?” I asked.

  “Oh, good. You’re in a shitty mood. I’ve got something that’ll make you feel better!”

  “You know I love you, but do spit it out because I’m late,” I said.

  “Ooh. Testy. I’m inviting you for a long weekend in New York City. My penthouse is open to you, and we really need to catch up. I haven’t seen you much since school.”

  “Responsibility will do that to you, I guess.”

  “How’s Kevin doing by the way?” she asked. “With everything?”

  “As well as he can, I guess.”

  I’d met Crystal at culinary school in New York City and we’d been attached at the hip since. Even with the distance between us now, our friendship never drifted. She came from a rich family and she’d had a wild hair up her ass to become a chef after finding her own personal obsession with cooking shows. It came as no shock when she dropped out after the first year but what was unexpected was for me to do the same. My parents died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver, and it left me as the sole caretaker of my little brother Kevin. That night changed both our lives forever.

  “Rose, come on,” Kevin groaned.

  “Shut up, or you’re not eating,” I said.

  “Sounds about right,” Crystal said. “Anyway, you have to come see me. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  “I don’t have anyone to watch Kevin,” I said.

  “Get Cassie to watch him. She’s your roommate, right? Did I get that name right?”

  “Yes, you did. And yes, she is. But she isn’t my personal babysitter so I can go party in the city.”

  “Rose, you never do anything for yourself. Just once, allow yourself to let go. He’ll be fine with her. He likes her, right? She’s not a dick?”

  “No, Crystal,” I said. “My roommate isn’t a dick.”

  I spooned eggs onto Kevin’s plate before I dropped a piece of buttered toast in front of his face. I set the pan on the table and went to go grab him a glass, pouring some milk for both of us, Rose style. What’s Rose style you might ask? The good ol’ half milk, half water strategy I use most mornings. It was just one of the many ways I stretched a dollar in our budget tight home.

  The cost of living in our small community in Poconos PA wasn’t high in comparison to the Big Apple, which was about a three and half hour drive away. However, one waitressing gig didn’t exactly scream discretionary income.

  “Take the time off work and come. December is the best time to spend in the city!” Crystal said. “If I have to come get you, you’re staying longer.”

  “Fine. Fine. I’ll come spend a weekend or something in your bad-ass Sex and the City penthouse.”

  “Soon,” she said.

  “Soon, I promise. I’ve missed you, too. Life’s just been a bit hectic.”

  “We’re gonna get you away from it for a little bit,” she said. “And don’t worry about money. I’ve got it. Just get yourself here. I’ll even reimburse you for the ticket.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” I said.

  “Well, I am anyway. You work too hard for everyone else. You need a break. See you this weekend.”

  “Wait, I didn’t say this—”

  She hung up the phone before I could counter and I groaned. Of course, she would try to slip that last point in. She wanted me over this weekend and my mind was rushing in with excuses and reasons not to go. I looked over at Kevin, who was devouring his eggs, and I sighed in frustration. I missed my parents more than I could stand. I had to drop out of culinary school and take a job waitressing to support my younger brother and all I got in return was his sassiness. I understood it. He was hurting, just like I was. I didn’t ask anything in return. But man, I really needed a break.

  So, I picked up the phone and called Cassie to ask her for a favor.

  ***

  Two Days Later

  I found myself looking out the window of the car Crystal had dumped me into. Looking out at all the hustling bodies was a far cry from Poconos, Pennsylvania. The last couple of years had really taken a toll on both my brother and me and I needed this time away. I knew Cassie would plan a lot of things for her and Kevin to do to help him decompress as well. I lost my parents when I was nineteen, but he was only eight.

  My heart ached for him as I continued to look out the window of the car.

  People were just going about their business. Some were shopping for Christmas gifts, while others were walking hand in hand with their lovers. Me? I was about to get yanked out of the car by my best friend and dragged into a very eclectic and unique shop so I could get an outfit for something called a Whips and Chains Masquerade.

  Only in New York, I guessed.

  Crystal was squealing and walking through the aisles while I stood there, fingering the fabrics of the very revealing dresses. Was she serious? Did she actually expect me to put myself into one of these and go out into public in it?

  I barely even had time for showers, much less sex.

  What a weird week this was turning out to be.

  “What do you think?”

  Crystal came striding out of the dressing room in what could only be described as a red vinyl car seat. She had shiny fabric wrapped around random parts of her body while revealing the parts she really needed to cover up. It barely covered her ass, and it most certainly didn’t do anything to cover her chest. I blushed just looking at her in it.

  “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” she asked, giggling.

  It wasn’t that I wanted to be. It was just that I didn’t have any time. I studied hard my first year of culinary school to try and sink my claws into a full-ride scholarship. When my parents passed away and Kevin needed a caretaker, everything else went to the back burner. I didn’t date because of my schoolwork and then I couldn’t date because I needed to work to make ends meet.

  So what if I was a virgin?

  “I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” I said.

  “You don’t even like girls, and you can’t look at me in this dress. Does it look that bad?” She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning.

  “Nope,” I said.

  “Then you’re just embarrassed,” she said, grinning.

  “Of course, I am. I don’t want to see my best friend’s tits.”

  “My nipples are covered!” she exclaimed. “But still, I see what you mean. Time to try on another one. Which ones are you gonna try?”

  “None of them,” I said.

  “Nope. You’re not leaving until you have an outfit for this party.”

  “I didn’t even agree to go to this party,” I said. “You just dragged me out here after springing it on me right after I landed.”

  “Trust me,” she said. “You need this just as much as I do.”

  “Whatever. You wanna know what I think? I think we’re crazy for doing this.”

  Crystal’s cousin, Elizabeth, had popped up in her email inviting us to this stupid party. Crystal kept telling me about how her cousin had been diving into the world of BDSM clubs, and how Crystal had become curious herself. She hit me with two glasses of wine the moment I walked into her penthouse and, an hour later, we were back in her car and driving to this stupid store. She kept talking my ear off about how it was going to be so much fun, and maybe she’d meet some hot guy that would tie her to his bed, and all I could do was gawk.

  Tie her to a bed? Was she joking? Excuse me while I laugh hysterically.

  “Crystal! That looks fabulous on you!”

  “Eli!”

  I sighed the moment I heard her voice. Of course, her cousin would find us in this shop.

  “I can’t wait for you guys to see this place,” Eli said. “It’s the hottest BDSM party of the season. Everyone’s gonna be there.”

  “What exactly is this party, anyway?” I asked.

  “It’s a place where no one knows your name,” she said. “Everyone uses aliases, and they all wear masks. Doms look for their next subs and newbies like yourself get to gaze
into rooms and take a peek at the action.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked. “People are like… gonna be having sex everywhere?”

  “Not like… out there on the couches and the porch. There will be rooms and closed doors. If you wanna see what’s going on, all you gotta do is knock and wait for someone to call out to you. Who knows? Someone might even ask you to join.”

  “No, thanks,” I said.

  “I, for one, can’t wait,” Crystal said. “The last one I went to was fabulous.”

  “You’ve been to one?” I asked.

  “I got a taste of what it meant to be a sub,” Crystal said, nodding. “Not my thing. I prefer my meat tamed.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

  “My cousin’s a natural dom,” Eli said. “Dominant. They look for subs, or submissives, to command. To control. To do whatever they want with.”

  “This doesn’t sound like fun!” I exclaimed. “This sounds… horrible.”

  “No one is going to force themselves on you, Rose,” Eli said. “If there’s one thing the BDSM community is big on, it’s consent. No one will even touch you without asking first. And if you say ‘no,’ there’s no harm done. At all.”

  “Rose, I wouldn’t ever put you in a situation where I thought you’d be taken advantage of,” Crystal said. “I didn’t realize that was the reason you were worried.”

  “It’s not the only reason, but it’s a big one,” I said.

  “Is she still a virgin?” Eli asked.

  “Yep,” Crystal said. “Part of me kind of wants to change that.”

  Part of me wants to crawl under a damn rock and die.

  “Hello? I’m right here,” I said. “And that’s not changing at some party with some random guy whose name I won’t even know.”

  “Either way, it’ll be a fun experience,” Crystal said. “Come on, you came to New York for me, but you also came for an adventure, right?”

  She had me there, but this definitely wasn’t the kind of adventure I was thinking about. I was thinking more along the lines of dancing, some drunken karaoke, and maybe flirting with some guys in the park.