6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

“How about you show me the bedroom. Let’s make sure there’s enough room in the bed for two.” I walked forward, seeing the door that led into the small sleeping area and opened it.

On the bed was a beautiful white wedding ring quilt and it was sprinkled with red rose petals. On the small side table, there was a bucket of chilled wine and two glasses.

“I was hoping you’d want to see the bedroom.” He pushed my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck. His hand trailed up my front and cupped my breast as he thrust his hips forward pressing his erection into my back.

“You’re the sweetest man.” I stroked his face and kissed his mouth, slipping my tongue in to meet his.

He walked me to the bed and lay me back against the quilt. “Do I get to keep this too?” I rubbed my hand along the quilt, and he nodded.

“It’s part of my surprise.”

“I love it, thank you.” He gave me another quick kiss on the lips before moving his way down. He slipped off my shirt and kissed me over the swells of my breasts and to my tummy. He didn’t stop until he was hovering over my mound and pressed his mouth to my thin cotton shorts. He watched me closely as he tugged at the waistband and then slipped them down. I kicked them off my feet, and he laughed at my urgency.

“Eager beaver.” He leaned up and closed his mouth over my mound, kissing and teasing my clit.

“It’s very eager, so you better not make it wait too long.” I tugged at the waistband of his jeans, and he watch

ed as I undid his pants and slipped them off taking his undies down with them. His cock was hard and weeping for attention, so I pulled it into my mouth and gave it a long suck. “Mm.”

“Fuck, baby. I want inside you.” He brushed his fingers through my hair and undid the clasp that held it up, letting it fall to my shoulders.

I lay back and spread my legs wide, slipping my hand down to cup my mound and trail my fingers along my slit.

He dove back down and kissed me, then came up to meet my mouth, his knees resting on the bed as he hovered over me. He put one arm down beside me and centered his cock at my entrance, wasting no time with pushing deep inside of me.

I moaned out and hissed through my teeth as he stretched me so far, I thought I might come apart.

He pumped his hips, working me at a slow, steady pace while kissing me deeply. Then he brought me over the edge of my climax and held me, staying still inside me as I trembled around him. “You’re so beautiful when you come, baby.”

And just to prove how much he liked it, he worked me through two more orgasms until the trailer was seriously rocking.

He rolled us over, and I flattened my hands on his chest as I rode him steady. “I love you, Tate.”

I love you, baby. I’ll always love you.” He stroked my breasts and rose up to capture a nipple between his teeth. I moaned and rolled my head to the side as he quickened the pace, cupping my ass to lift me off and on his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.” He twitched inside me as he came and I gripped his cock with my slick walls and milked every last drop.

We collapsed on the bed, and he tucked me to his side as I traced the pretty fabric of the quilt. “May I have some wine?” I trailed my toes along his calf, and he sat up to pour us a glass.

He handed me mine and then took his holding it up high. “To our new camper, to many nights under the stars, to us.”

“Cheers.” I took a sip, and he brushed the hair away from my face and smiled at me. “What’s that look for?”

“I’m thinking about how pretty you are. You’ll be a beautiful bride one day. I can’t wait to see you all in white, walking down that aisle toward me.”

“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.