6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

He held me there a moment, letting the water warm us, and then he lifted me up into his arms, and put my back to the wall. Once we had gotten our balance, he gripped his cock and centered it, and I cried out as he pushed it into my already tender channel.

He slowly pumped in and out of me and I held on tight as he consumed me. I couldn’t get my mind around how someone like him, so sexy and talented, could make me feel so good about myself and say and do all the right things. It was all still too good to be true, but I was going to enjoy it all while I could.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – TATE

I got up late and spent the rest of my morning trying to catch up with my admin duties. Over the past two weeks, since Kami and I had finally gone all the way, I had been so wrapped up in spending time with her that I’d neglected my agreement with Hazen.

I was trying to be a good friend and help they guy out, but I hated that I had to sit and spend time sending out messages to people I never intended to hold a real conversation with. My message box was overloaded, and the notifications were through the roof. I had to keep remembering to turn the stupid ping off

I felt bad keeping multiple secrets from Kami, but it wasn’t like I was spending time on the site trying to find a hookup. I had no interest in anyone but my Kami. She was the only woman for me. Our trip was planned for the upcoming weekend, and I couldn’t wait to have her all alone for the entire time.

I sent out my standard message to all the new women on the site and waited to get bombarded. Over the past weeks, the ladies had sent me everything from their numbers and addresses, to shots of them completely nude, and one woman wanted me to see just how good she was at blow jobs and sent a video of her sucking a huge black dildo. I had deleted them all and not responded more than “nice.” I didn’t want to encourage more of the behavior, which was funny, because the old me, before Kami, would have welcomed it, and then fucked them all.

It would stand to reason, that if I were getting loads of messages, then Kami was too. I’d tried to refrain from snooping over to her account to see what she’d been up to, if anything.

My window of opportunity was closing and I needed to produce an heir.

First, I needed to know for sure that she was as serious me as I was about her. I took a deep breath and hit her profile through my admin feature.

There were several messages from men who wanted nothing more than to fuck her and leave her, and a few from some of the new registers hoping to score attention. My blood raced when I saw that she had last been on just that morning and upon further inspection, she’d thanked one of the men for telling her what a knock out she was in her photo.

That wouldn’t have been so bad, but she’d told him “likewise” in regards to his own profile image. The guy was good-looking enough I supposed, and I could see why she might be interested if she weren’t seeing me.

Not yet. Not officially or exclusively. I would remedy that soon enough.

I decided to look closer into Michael Smith’s profile and found that he was already chatting up a few other women. Nothing too serious, nothing too perverted, but he had sent a photo of his cock upon request. I looked at the photo of a hand gripping a fat-headed, erect cock. “I’m bigger, Asshole.” Though not by much. I decided to flag him as ‘reported’ and put his account on a three-day suspension.

“Sorry, Asshole, but you’re not getting close to my girl.” And I damned sure didn’t want him sending her a cock pic. No. Fucking. Way.

I was just about to log off when I got a ping telling me about a message. I opened the file, and it was a response to my standard hello. It’s nice to see a handsome face here. How are you?

I didn’t know what to say, and at least the woman was polite and not perverted. I had to continue to play the part and I could at least be civil. I arrowed over the message box and prepared to type. I’m good; you’re not so bad yourself. Hope you’re having a wonderful day.

With that, I was about to log off, but then my phone rang. “Hello?” The number hadn’t been familiar.

“Hi, this is Steven Pratt from the local observatory. Your friend Kami Kendrick and I had a conversation down at the Loving Cup, and she told me that you’re a wonderfully talented astral photographer.”

I had met Steven Pratt way back when I first started, but he didn’t seem that interested.

“Hi, Steven. We’ve met, actually. It’s been some time

ago, but I came down to the observatory and got a map from you. We talked a bit, but you were quite busy at the time planning an event.”

“Oh yes, I kind of remember that. You came in, and I was working on the yearly Galaxy Gala. It’s our largest charity event of the year. As a matter of fact, that’s why I’m calling. We’re going to need some images made into murals, and I’d like to use some of yours if you’re interested. Not only that, but I was hoping we could maybe feature your art in an exhibit the night before and during.”

“That would be great.”

“We’ll pay you for the prints we use for the murals, of course, and the cost of enlarging them, but I’d like to go over some of the shots and maybe our committee could choose four or so?”

Four photos selling would be awesome for my Dream Weavers project, but having my work on display would be even better. “So, Kami told you about me, huh?”

“Oh yeah, that girl’s probably your biggest fan. She was raving about you.”

“Yeah, she’s a great girl. So, when would you like to get together?” And just like that I was dropping down his name and number on the pad beside me and marking my calendar.

Once I got off the phone, I logged off my computer, not before noticing I had a few more hits from the woman, and turning off my notifications.

I was so excited about the exhibit and dying to see Kami, who I knew was at work, that I got up and threw on some jeans and a tee and headed out to the Loving Cup.