6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

“It’s refreshing,” Tate said. “Plus, you don’t need anything else to make you beautiful.”

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I blushed at his compliment and shook my head. “You’re quite the sweet-talker,” I said.

He smiled. “I mean, I can be, sure. But I’m serious Kami. You are beautiful.”

I stared at him for just a moment too long, my lips parting as I stepped toward him. Suddenly, a loud bang and shouting came from outside.

“What the hell was that?” Tate said, going to look out the window.

“Probably my ex being a jackass,” I said.

He turned and looked at me. “Ah, so that’s who that dude was with the Bimbo Barbie when we walked up.”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah. Not one of my finer choices in life.”

We headed downstairs and I went into the garage to tell Rain where I was going and to give her his info. Before I could step away from him though, Tate leaned down and brushed a kiss to my cheek. I knew from the way his eyes were trained on Devin that it was for his benefit.

I headed across the room, and some of the band waved while others said hello. It had been a while since I’d come down to see them. Devin folded his arms across his chest as I approached and Rain stepped a little in front of him.

Devin wasn’t about to be overshadowed. “Is that who you’re seeing? Mr. Rich Prick?”

“What’s it to you?” I answered before I turned my attention to Rain. “I’m going to stay the night.”

Rain placed her hand on my arm. “Do you think that’s a good idea? You barely know the guy, Kam.”

“I just need to get away for a night. His sister is at his house anyway, so it’s no big deal.”

“Call if you need me. I’ll come get you. And keep your cell phone on.” Rain hugged my neck, and Devin huffed and walked away. He had some nerve acting like he had a say in who I hung around with, much less judge them.

“I’m texting you his info now so you’ll know where I am,” I told her and forwarded the address Tate had put in my phone. I hurried out to the jeep and climbed in before Tate could come around to help. He watched as I clicked my belt and then shut the door for me.

We drove to his place, which was a nice three-bedroom house in a much better part of town. I thought about what Devin said and how he’d called Tate a rich boy. Maybe he’d seen Devin’s car parked out front. I wondered just how much money he had, not that it really mattered. I had never really cared all that much about material things.

“You have a beautiful home.” I noticed things were quiet, and even though I’d prepared myself to meet his sister, part of me was glad she didn’t seem to be home.

“Thanks, I wasn’t kidding about my sister, by the way, but I’m not sure she’s here after all.”

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it. I’m OK with us spending a little time alone.”

“Why don’t you go to that shelf over there and pick out a movie. I’ll make some popcorn and get us a couple of drinks,” he said, walking toward the bar in the back of the room.

I went over to the massive entertainment center and browsed through the hundreds of DVDs that he had stacked in alphabetical order. I pulled out a favorite romantic comedy of mine and held it up for him.

“Ah yes, don’t tell anyone, but I love that movie,” he said with a wink.

I took a seat on the soft black leather couch, and he disappeared into the next room to grab the popcorn. I looked around and noticed there were several framed images lining the walls. “Are those yours?” I asked, when he came back into the room.

He set the bowl of popcorn and two glasses of wine down on the coffee table in front of us. “Yep,” he said. “I have hundreds but not enough space to put them all up so I just picked out my favorites. Sometimes I change them out for others when I get bored.”

“They’re beautiful,” I said. He really was a master of his art.

“Yes, beautiful,” he repeated.

When I turned my head, his eyes were focused squarely on me. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and offered my lips to him, which he gladly claimed. His tongue swept over mine, setting my nerves to buzzing. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears as his hand came up to cup my face.

I shifted in my seat so I could press closer to him and he slid me over so that I was straddling his lap. Instinctively, I ground against him, feeling his hard shaft on my inner thigh. He pulled back for a moment and looked up at me.