6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

by Rye Hart

  “Thanks for being here for Hailey, boys,” he said. “I'm indebted to you.”

  “Anytime, Mr. Roberts,” I said. “She's a good girl. She didn't deserve any of that.”

  “No, she didn't,” he said, his eyes dark as he looked at his daughter.

  There was so much sadness and anger in that one look. Whatever had happened to Hailey reverberated through everyone close to her as well.

  “We have to run down to the police station to file a report,” he said. “Mind staying with her until we get back?”

  “Of course,” I said. “We'll take good care of her, Mr. Roberts.”

  Her parents left, shutting the door behind them and leaving us alone again.

  “For a minute there,” Ben said with a rueful laugh, “it felt like high school all over again. Parents walking in and us trying to act all innocent.”

  “I've never experienced anything like that before,” Hailey said.

  Ben and I both laughed, but it was obvious she was serious.

  “I never had boys in my room in high school,” she said, shrugging.

  “Well now you do,” Ben said, scooting closer to her. “Two of them, in fact.”

  “And none of us are in high school anymore,” I added.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - HAILEY

  Before all the excitement with Leo, I'd been enjoying my time with Quinn. He was reading a blog post I wrote, giving me feedback on it. And as we talked, I found myself leaning ever so close to him. I could smell his clean, musky scent and it had smelled so good.

  I looked over at him now, his hair falling over his face, hiding him away. I'd long had a theory that Quinn kept his hair long to hide his true self from the world. Coming from a family of football players – and being the best in his family – he'd always been pressured to be the tough guy. The rough and tumble jock. But even back in high school, I got a sense that wasn't who he really was. Not deep down.

  His poems had more depth and emotion to them than most of the other kids in class, and he always spoke softly around me. There was never any of that crass talk I'd overheard from time-to-time when he was with his friends or brothers. No, he seemed like a completely different person in that creative writing class all those years ago.

  Even now, I could see that he carried that facade. Still, I saw through his tough exterior to something gentler.

  As much as I wanted to kiss him, we were no longer alone. Ben was sitting closer to me now, and while I always found him incredibly attractive, I truthfully knew very little about him compared to his brothers. I had classes with both of them, but Ben was older than us. He'd graduated when I was in my sophomore year.

  My only real conversations with him happened in his pickup truck when he picked me up off the side of the road after homecoming after my date, Jeremy Nolan, ditched me. Apparently, he didn't want to take me in the first place. I found out later that Jenn had asked him to ask me. When it was clear I wasn't going to put out, he ran off with another girl who would, leaving me to walk home alone.

  Ben and Rebekah had left the dance early too. They had been fighting and Rebekah had been a bitch the entire time. Ben tried to make small talk, as his girlfriend bitched at him for everything. She scowled at me, as if she knew I was merely a distraction from whatever they were fighting about, but Ben was friendly to me, nicer than I thought he'd be honestly.

  Now, I had both of these men on my bed with me. We were older, wiser and more mature, but it still felt weird to be sitting here with both of them. Two of the most popular jocks in school sitting with the awkward nerd girl.

  “So what happened with Leo?” Quinn asked me.

  “Didn't you see it?” I laughed, avoiding the real question he was asking.

  “No, I meant in the past,” he said. “What happened that led up to all of this.”

  I looked out my window, focusing my attention on the tree outside. I was there, in my happy place, away from the dangers of Leo and everything that had happened in California. And part of me didn't really want to speak about it.

  But another part of me felt like I could, finally, tell someone about all that I'd experienced. Because I found myself comforted by Ben and Quinn's presence. I felt as if they could keep me safe from Leo. I felt like I could trust them.

  “We started dating shortly after I moved out to California,” I started. “I was young, naive, and stupid. He was older, handsome, and filthy rich. He promised me that he knew some people in the industry and could help get my career going. Like an idiot, I fell for it. Months went by, I moved in with him to save money since I couldn't afford rent on a waitress's salary. And then I finally saw the real him –”

  I stopped speaking for a moment as tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped them away angrily. Frustrated at myself for being so emotional. For being so weak.

  “At first, he was just a dick,” I said. “He yelled a lot, bossed me around. Told me what I could and couldn't wear. Where I could and couldn't go. And who I could and couldn't see. But, he wasn't violent. Not at first, anyway.”

  Quinn reached out and pulled me close, holding me to him. Comforted by his presence, I leaned my head against his chest and melted into his embrace.

  “You don't have to say anymore,” he said. “I think we get the picture.”

  I nodded. “Thank you.”

  Feeling all of the same old anger and shame that Leo inspired within me, I didn't want to say anything more and was glad that Quinn wasn't going to press the issue. His shirt smelled of him, a manly scent that brought comfort to me right away. I relaxed in his arms as Ben stroked my back. I could have easily fallen asleep there.

  I looked up at Quinn, stared into his honey brown eyes, and couldn't resist any longer. I pressed my lips gently to his. He kissed me back, just a chaste meeting of the lips, but my entire body tingled. Never had I felt so safe with anyone in my entire life. Ben had the same effect on me, but both of these men at once? I couldn't deny that I just wanted to curl up with all three of them and let them love me.

  It was all so surreal that it was making my head spin. Not half an hour ago, they'd been beating Leo downstairs and I thought my life was going to end. I thought I'd either die of the humiliation of it all or Leo would somehow drag me kicking and screaming back to California – and nobody would stop him.

  And yet now, here we were, cuddled together, my body crying out for their attention, my soul needing to be nourished. I'd been mired in misery for so long that my mind, body, and soul, cried out for affirmation of life. I was alive, and I was somebody desirable, somebody worth loving.

  I kissed Quinn again, this time with more passion. Pushing past his lips, our tongues met, and I gasped – it felt so good to be kissing someone I knew wasn't going to hurt me. I knew Quinn would never hurt me like Leo had. Both of us just seemed to let go with one another in that moment, almost forgetting about Bennett who was still rubbing my back gently as I made out with his brother.

  My shirt fell down off my shoulder, exposing my skin, and I felt a tingle of surprise when Bennett kissed it. His lips brushed my flesh, dotting it with kisses that caused me to shiver from the sensation. Reaching my arm around, I touched the back of his head, running a hand through his hair as he continued kissing his way down my shoulder.

  Quinn moved down to my neck, his lips kissing every inch of my skin. My eyes were closed, my lips parted, a soft moan of pleasure escaping them. It was the strangest feeling in my life, and yet, I was in heaven. Being surrounded by both of these men who'd fought to protect me even though we hardly knew each other, put me in a state of comfort and bliss. And I never wanted it to end.

  I turned my head and Bennett's lips were there, touching mine as his brother kissed the side of my neck. His tongue pushed into my mouth, much more forceful than his brother's, and he held my face in his hands as our kissed intensified, grew more passionate.

  I laid back down on my bed, one man on each side of me, and they laid with me. Their bodies were wrapped around mine, holding me
closely, protecting me from the evils of the world.

  No one said a word. We just laid there, and I felt their hearts beating against me – Quinn's in the front, Bennett's in the back. I felt both of them growing hard against me, as they held me close. Neither one made a move, though. They just held me. An awkward silence descended upon us all, the moment absolutely saturated with expectation and anticipation.

  The aching need started low in my body and grew more persistent. I tried to resist and found that I wanted to touch them – and have them touch me back. My body pressed up against Quinn's, his cock rubbing against my pelvis. I rubbed my body against it, moaning lightly. Quinn stared at me, wide eyed, then looked back at his brother as if trying to decide if we should do this or not. I knew it had to be weird for him, so I stopped. Pulling back from Quinn though, meant my ass rubbed against Bennett. I felt his swollen member against my body and that only made the aching inside of me grow more intense.

  It was Bennett who started to kiss the back of my neck, pressing himself deep into me. Closing my eyes, I let myself succumb to the sensation. Weird and awkward or not, Quinn apparently, did not want to be left out. He kissed my lips, and I felt his cock pressing into me again too.

  “Yes, yes,” I muttered, wrapping my legs around Quinn's body and pulling him into me.

  His lips moved lower, down to my neck, – and then lower still. Pushing down my sweater, he kissed my collarbone as I whimpered softly. Bennett nibbled on my ear lobe, his hands moving to my breasts. Of the two, he was the one most dominant, which surprised me only slightly. Quinn liked to pretend he was an alpha, but he really wasn't. There was no pretending with Bennett though.

  If either brother had doubts about what we were doing at that point, it was all thrown out the window quickly. Bennett lifted my sweater over my head, exposing my lacy black bra. His hands massaged my breasts, teasing the nipple until I writhed, pushing myself against his brother. Bennett pressed himself against me harder, rubbing his erection against my ass as his brother removed my bra.

  Quinn's hands fumbled at the snaps for only a moment before my breasts fell free from the contraption. He leaned down, taking one of my stiff nipples between his luscious lips and sucked.

  I shuddered, grabbing onto his head and letting my hands get tangled in his long, auburn locks. My own hands moved lower on his body, stroking his cock through his jeans. The gravelly moan from Quinn's throat sent me over the top and I grabbed at his belt, undoing it as quickly as I could. I needed to feel his cock for myself, to see if it was as large as it felt underneath his pants. Once his pants were unzipped, I slid my hand down and grabbed hold of it. Quinn threw his head back and groaned as I gripped him tightly. I stroked him, my hand barely wrapping around the thick base of his rod.

  Bennett reached around and slipped his hand down the front of my leggings, pulling my body closer to him as he searched for my sweet spot. Finding my clit, he circled it gently with his finger, causing me to jump slightly, and to press against him even harder.

  His fingers moved toward my suddenly drenched opening as I continued stroking his brother's cock, and before I knew what was happening, he slid a finger inside of me. I moaned, my head falling forward onto Quinn's shoulder as Bennett fingered me – moving in and out of me, almost at the same pace as my hand moved on Quinn's dick.

  I continued pressing my ass against Bennett, rubbing his erection with my body, and he ground against me nice and hard. The sensation of him against me, and his finger inside of me, was almost too much. I so badly needed one of them inside of me. My body felt ready to explode.

  As if they could read my mind, Quinn and Bennett pulled down my leggings, working together to get them off of me. My hand had slipped from Quinn's cock, and I reached for it again. This time, however, I positioned his erection against my body. Quinn rubbed against my clit with his shaft, while Bennett's held my body still, rubbing himself against my ass. I took Quinn's dick in my hand and guided him to my opening, and when he slid forward, he pressed into me.

  Both of us let out a gasp as our bodies united. Quinn stretched me open and filled me up with one thrust. My arms were now wrapped around his neck, his cock deep inside of me. We stared at each other for a moment without moving, and it was beautiful. His soulful brown eyes stared into me and the connection between us was instant. We were one.

  Quinn rolled me over, so he was on top and began pumping in and out of me, as if Bennett wasn't even there. He kissed me as he made love to me, deep, sensuous kisses. My hands kneaded at his back, holding him close to me. And for a moment, it was just him and me enjoying each other's bodies.

  Then I remembered his brother was there, likely watching, and my cheeks turned bright red. I turned and looked at Bennett who was staring back at me. Not wanting him to feel left out, I motioned for him to come closer. As he scooted closer, I gave him a sultry little smile.

  “Take of your pants,” I said.

  Bennett removed his belt and then unzipped his slacks, pushing his pants and boxers down to his hips. His cock was long and hard, glistening wet with pre-cum. I reached out and touched the tip of him, savoring the feel of him as his eyes rolled back in his head.

  He moved closer and propped himself up on his side, allowing me to reach him. Gripping Bennett's cock in my hand, I stroked him as Quinn continued fucking me, burying himself deep inside me again and again. Quinn's head fell to the side, his breathing growing ragged as he kissed my neck. Bennett leaned forward and kissed my mouth, my hand still gripping his thick rod tight.

  Pleasure washed through my body, making me gasp as my toes to curled at the same time my pussy tightened around Quinn's dick. I spasmed around him, sending my own level of pleasure through the roof. I gripped Bennett tighter as every muscle in my body clenched up. Arching my back upward, I cried out.

  “Yes, Quinn... I'm coming.”

  As if my words were the key that unlocked the center of me, I lost all control of my body. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me hard, and for a brief time, I lost control of my body. Poor Bennett was so close too, I could see his face twisted into a look of pleasure as I jerked him off. He nearly spewed his seed all over us – but my own orgasm caused my hand to pull away and I dug my nails into Quinn's shoulders as I rode out the pleasure.

  My focus, for the moment, was on Quinn. He adjusted so he could watch me climax, and I could see he was trying so hard to keep up the rhythm that had brought me to the edge, but he was barely holding on himself. My spasming pussy wasn't helping much either, tightening around him as I orgasmed not once, but twice in a row, flailing and holding onto his body as I screamed out his name over and over again.

  I hadn't experienced such intense pleasure in I didn't even know how long, and it was absolutely rocking my body from head to toe.

  “Quinn... Oh Quinn.”

  And that was it. Quinn's eyes opened wide and rolled back in his head. A look of ecstasy crossed his face as he buried himself into me deeply, one last time, and I knew he was coming. He groaned as his head fell forward, his body shuddering slightly as the last of his seed filled me up.

  Quinn collapsed on top of me, but then rolled over to my side, kissing me.

  “That was amazing,” he said, nuzzling against my neck.

  My eyes fell on poor Bennett. He was stroking his own cock now, a look of absolute desire and need on his face, and I felt bad for him. Having to watch his brother come inside of me like that. He caught me staring and a wicked grin spread across his face.

  Not wanting to ignore Quinn's lovey state, I kissed him back, stroking his cheek and whispered, “You were amazing, Quinn.”

  I pulled away and went to Bennett, assuming he wouldn't want sloppy seconds now that I dripped with his brother's seed. I lowered myself to take him into my mouth, licking the tip of his cock. Bennett watched as I took him into my mouth, inch by inch. He was much too large to take him all the way in, so I had to use my hand to make up the difference. I tightened my mouth around him, jerking him off a
s I sucked him.

  Bennett groaned and threw his head back, his hands in my hair. He pressed my face down, his dick pushing at the very back of my throat now and I was afraid I might choke. He pulled on my hair, helping me find a rhythm as he fucked my mouth. I couldn't see Quinn, but I hoped he wasn't upset by what he was seeing.

  Still, the feeling of Bennett in my mouth ignited the fires inside of me once more. His cock – much like Quinn's – was perfectly long and hard. He was thick – too thick for my hand and my jaw was aching from having him in my mouth already. Still, I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him come too. So I continued letting him pump himself in and out of my mouth, relishing his salty pre-cum as it hit my taste buds.

  “I need to fuck you,” he muttered through gritted teeth, pulling my head from his crotch. “I need to fuck you, now.”

  “But –” I started to remind him of how his brother had just finished inside of me, but if it bothered Bennett, I couldn't tell.

  Bennett pulled me up the length of his body until I was on top of him, and I felt him pressing into me. His tongue found mine and he kissed me long and hard until I literally melted on top of him. He used his hand to guide himself into my already drenched pussy, and thrusting upward, he entered me with a low growl.

  Bennett held onto my hips as he pounded his thick rod upward and into me, over and over again. When I was able to pull away from his mouth long enough to breathe, I took a moment to look over at Quinn – worried he might be hurt. But he watched me, not his brother, with a look of pure lust on his face. Our eyes met and he smiled, coming over to me and kissing me while I fucked his brother.

  That kiss gave me the confidence I need to let go. I rode Bennett, bouncing up and down on his cock while Quinn kissed me, fondling my nipples until I felt like my body would explode from the tidal wave of sensations.

  “Fuck yes,” growled Bennett as his pace quickened.

  He had hold of my body now, gripping me tightly and holding me still, as he shoved himself inside of me. He fucked me like he'd found the right spot, the right rhythm, and there was no turning back now.