6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

“I’d never be able to choose,” I said.

“Oh, come on now,” Chance said. “Don’t be shy. Who would it be?”

“It’d be me, obviously,” Ethan said.

“You’re an idiot,” Harper said.

“Let the girl talk,” Rowan said.

“No, I’m serious,” I said. “I’d never be able to choose. Even if my life depended on it, I’d probably just end up dying.”

“If you don’t wanna answer the question, you’ll have to do a dare as punishment,” Harper said.

The grin on his face made my body shiver as I drew in a deep breath through my nose.

“Fine,” I said. “If you can’t accept my answer, then dare it is.”

“I’ve got a dare for you,” Ethan said.

“Shoot.”

“I dare you to kiss me,” Ethan said.

The boys groaned but I found the dare utterly fascinating. Ethan’s trimmed beard and deep blue eyes called to me, like a bird looking for its mate. He got up from his seat and came over to me, holding his hand out for me. He was silently asking me for permission while his tall, muscular structure loomed over me and, for a moment, I thought about running my hands through his dark brown locks.

I put my hand in his, signaling my permission, and he pulled me up toward his strong chest and captured my lips.

The kiss sent a shot of electricity through my entire body. I felt dazed after, even though our tongues never once met. I pulled back and felt my eyes widen as Ethan’s smirk slowly fell from his face and I could tell he was just as shocked as I was.

And all the faces of the rest of the brothers were stone-cold still.

“My turn,” Blake said.

“Truth or Dare?” Rowan asked Blake.

“Dare,” Blake said.

I was still wrapped up in Ethan’s arms while all this was going on around us.

“I dare you to kiss Kyra,” Rowan said.

I whipped my gaze over to Blake, my wide eyes shining as Blake reached for my arm. He wrenched me from his brother’s grasp and crashed his lips to mine, rendering me breathless while my head began to spin.

My pelvis arched into him while his arms wrapped around me. His hands pressed into my lower back while my lips swelled against his.

“Fuck the game,” Rowan said behind me.

He stepped between Blake and me and cradled the back of my neck with his hand. His auburn highlights shone in the dim lighting of their living room while his green eyes pierced directly into my heart. His lips slowly came down onto mine, his tongue swiping lightly along my lips.

I felt my knees grow weak underneath me as his strong arm caught me from falling to the floor.

I was overwhelmed by the passion I felt. As Harper drew me into his arms and away from Rowan, I felt his hands cradle my body lightly. His kiss was unassuming and soft, like he was waiting for me to disapprove of what he was doing. The tips of our tongues connected just before my head cocked to the s

ide and, the moment I threaded my arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss.

The way his beard raked along my skin brought me endless amounts of pleasure.

Soon, I was being twirled around in Owen’s arms. Owen’s kiss was surprisingly sweet for a man who boasted of the muscle and strength he had underneath his clothes. My hands fisted his flannel shirt and pulled him closer, our lips dancing against one another’s while his hand slowly worked its way through the tresses of my hair.