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  Table of Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE - KYRA

  CHAPTER TWO - OWEN

  CHAPTER THREE – ETHAN

  CHAPTER FOUR – CHANCE

  CHAPTER FIVE – ROWAN

  CHAPTER SIX - KYRA

  CHAPTER SEVEN - HARPER

  CHAPTER EIGHT - BLAKE

  CHAPTER NINE - KYRA

  CHAPTER TEN - OWEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN - ETHAN

  CHAPTER TWELVE - CHANCE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - HARPER

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - BLAKE

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - KYRA

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - OWEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - ETHAN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - CHANCE

  CHAPTER NINETEEN - ROWAN

  CHAPTER TWENTY - BLAKE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - KYRA

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - OWEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - HARPER

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - CHANCE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – ROWAN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - ETHAN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - KYRA

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - OWEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE - ROWAN

  CHAPTER THIRTY - ETHAN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE - CHANCE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - HARPER

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - BLAKE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - KYRA

  EPILOGUE - KYRAONE YEAR LATER

  6 Mountain Brothers for Christmas

  A Reverse Harem Romance

  CONTENTS

  TITLE PAGE

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  EPILOGUE

  CHRISTMAS WITH THE MCCORMICK BROTHERS

  BEST SELLER: DAMAGED GOODS

  DADDY’S GIRL

  FOREPLAY

  RYE HART SNEAK PEAKS

  COPYRIGHT

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  PROLOGUE

  Standing there, in the living room, we passed around the bottles until they were drained of their contents. I looked down at the green bottle in my hands and smiled, placing it on the ground before I spun it.

  It spun, and it spun, and I could feel the brothers’ eyes on me. Their curious glances slowly growing devilish while my nipples puckered painfully behind my bra. They knew what I was thinking, and I knew what was rolling through their heads. As the bottle slowed to a stop in front of Chance, I lifted my gaze to him and grinned.

  “Chance,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”

  In an instant, the entire atmosphere in the room changed. Chance’s gaze held mine steadily as I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, and I heard Ethan let out a groan as Chance drew in a long breath through his nose.

  “Dare,” he said.

  “I dare you, Chance Trent, to undress me and make me come.”

  “Oh…,” he said as he approached me. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

  In an instant, Chance’s lips were on mine as his hands rounded around to my ass. I could feel his strength pressing into me, pinning me between him and the cool glass of the sliding back doors.

  “I’ll give it to you just the way you want,” he said into my lips.

  He stripped me of my clothes before he picked me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him carry me up the steps. He opened up one of the bedrooms and laid me down onto the bed. I could hear the footsteps of the other Trent brothers behind us, and I was thrilled for the show we were about to give them.

  Chance’s lips kissing down my cheek and suckling at the skin on my neck.

  “Oh Chance,” I said, whispering.

  “Say it again,” he said.

  “Chance,” I said. “Please don’t make me wait.”

  “I love it when you say my name.”

  His lips traveled down my breasts, bypassing my nipples that were angry and screaming for attention. His hands parted my legs, and I felt my juices dripping out onto the bed. He kissed the insides of my legs, sniffing my scent deeply before his tongue slid up my slit. My hands wound into the sheets underneath my body, and my heels dug into Chance’s back while his tongue worked my clit.

  I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace. And the most erotic part of the experience was my acute awareness of the other brothers in the room – patiently waiting.

  Had someone told me I’d be in this position (pun intended) one month ago, I would have laughed in disbelief.

  Yet, in this very moment I knew one thing for certain: I was the luckiest girl in this enchanted mountain town.

  CHAPTER ONE - KYRA

  Standing there, in the living room, we passed around the bottles until they were drained of their contents. I looked down at the green bottle in my hands and smiled, placing it on the ground before I spun it.

  It spun, and it spun, and I could feel the brothers’ eyes on me. Their curious glances slowly growing devilish while my nipples puckered painfully behind my bra. They knew what I was thinking, and I knew what was rolling through their heads. As the bottle slowed to a stop in front of Chance, I lifted my gaze to him and grinned.

  “Chance,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”

  In an instant, the entire atmosphere in the room changed. Chance’s gaze held mine steadily as I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, and I heard Ethan let out a groan as Chance drew in a long breath through his nose.

  “Dare,” he said.

  “I dare you, Chance Trent, to undress me and make me come.”

  “Oh…,” he said as he approached me. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

  In an instant, Chance’s lips were on mine as his hands rounded around to my ass. I could feel his strength pressing into me, pinning me between him and the cool glass of the sliding back doors.

  “I’ll give it to you just the way you want,” he said into my lips.

  He stripped me of my clothes before he picked me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him carry me up the steps. He opened up one of the bedrooms and laid me down onto the bed. I could hear the footsteps of the other Trent brothers behind us, and I was thrilled for the show we were about to give them.

  Chance’s lips kissing down my cheek and suckling at the skin on my neck.

  “Oh Chance,” I said, whispering.

  “Say it again,” he said.

  “Chance,” I said. “Please don’t make me wait.”

  “I love it when you say my name.”

  His lips traveled down my breasts, bypassing my nipples that were angry and screaming for attention. His hands parted my legs, and I felt my juices dripping out onto the bed.
He kissed the insides of my legs, sniffing my scent deeply before his tongue slid up my slit. My hands wound into the sheets underneath my body, and my heels dug into Chance’s back while his tongue worked my clit.

  I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace. And the most erotic part of the experience was my acute awareness of the other brothers in the room – patiently waiting.

  Had someone told me I’d be in this position (pun intended) one month ago, I would have laughed in disbelief.

  Yet, in this very moment I knew one thing for certain: I was the luckiest girl in this enchanted mountain town.

  ***

  It felt so good to be home.

  “Kyra!”

  I looked up and saw my father, with his broad chest and his long beard. I rushed toward him, throwing my arms out and wrapping myself around his body. I didn’t get home as much as I had while I was in college, and the smell of firewood and forest permeated his clothing as I clung tightly to him.

  His grip instantly tightened on me, sensing that something was wrong as he set me down onto my feet.

  His eyes fell to my left hand, now bare compared to the last time he saw it. He flicked his gaze up to my face, his dark brown eyes studying me closely. That was the thing about my father. He never had to say a word in order to make you feel both loved and petrified at the same time.

  I pitied Landon if my father ever saw him again.

  “Good riddance,” my father said before he took my bag, and we made our way towards his truck.

  The car ride brought back so many blissful memories. The mountains rose to their precipices in the distance. Their snow-capped tops blended into the crisp, white clouds that hunkered down over their tops. The winding roads became steeper and heftier, and I could hear my father’s truck working just to get up and down the inclines.

  The trees were lined with snow and ice, twinkling with radiance in their new outfits, while winter blues and Christmas whites permeated my vision. My small hometown was draped in its winter wonderland costume, and all I could think about was cozying up next to a warm fire by the window and watching the snow fall along the tree line on the horizon.

  “You remember that time your mother tried to surprise you, that year she had to travel?” my father asked.

  “The year she left for that convention or whatever she was doing?”

  “Yeah. Remember how she tried to climb through your window and ended up breaking her leg?”

  “My gosh, I do remember that. She broke her leg and got pneumonia from falling face-first in the snow.”

  “That woman was wild,” he said.

  “Remember the year Mom tried to make all of our Christmas treats instead of buying them like she always did?”

  “That was the year she charred half the kitchen. We had to remodel that year. I told her it was her Christmas gift. You wanna know what my favorite Christmas memory of her is, though?”

  “What’s that, Dad?”

  “Remember that year you introduced us to your first boyfriend? What was his name… Dan?”

  “Jacob?” I asked.

  “Whatever. I didn’t have to say one damn word to that boy. Your mother ended up reading him his rights on how we expected him to treat you, and he shivered in his boots whenever she came around. And if she was still here, that Larry fella would be doing the same.”

  “You mean Landon?” I asked.

  “Whatever.”

  “It doesn’t really matter now. I think it’s over for good between the two of us.”

  “How so?” he asked.

  “I got tired of him laughing at my ambitions, and he wouldn’t open up to me about certain things that made me uncomfortable.”

  “I say that’s about as done as it gets.”

  Just as we pulled up into the driveway of my home, my father took my hand. My father wasn’t one for physical gestures with other people, so when I felt the warmth of his calloused hand against mine, I whipped my gaze over to him. He was studying me closely, like I could always remember him doing to Mom, and in an instant, I knew what he was going to say.

  “You deserve someone who believes in you, and that person isn’t Logan.”

  “Landon.”

  “Whatever,” he said.

  I smiled and giggled before I leaned over and kissed his cheek. The two of us stepped out of the truck, my eyes sweeping over the vast view of the mountains from our porch. The Trents and my family were the only people settled on this mountain. I drew in a deep breath as I panned my gaze over to their house. I knew they were here. I could tell by all the pictures they had been sending me over the course of my plane ride.

  But something inside me was disappointed they weren’t out here to truly welcome me home.

  I had missed all of them when I moved to the city. We were very close growing up. Partially because we were neighbors, partially because of the death of my mother and the toll that took on all of us, and partially because we were thirty minutes outside of town and no one ever wanted to trek up the mountain to visit us. The heavenly peaks reached for the skies, displaying their light gray cascades and their dripping white snow havens, but these picturesque hills were no match for the beauty that was the Trent’s home.

  If only because I knew who was already there.

  In high school, I had a crush on all of them. Not one of them, and not some of them, but all of them. They were gorgeous, but I had to admit that Carol was right about that picture they sent me. Their muscles had bloomed, and their strength had grown. The beards on their faces accented their eyes and lips in ways I didn’t really know were possible. I missed their closeness and their unique personalities. Each one of them always had a way of making me smile and laugh in the best ways possible. It’s what made all of them so important to me.

  It was the bond I realized I was missing with Landon.

  “You coming?” my father asked.

  I let out a sigh, watching the steam rise from my lips before dissipating into the cold, winter dusk that was settling over the mountains.

  “Yeah. I’m coming.”

  I knew my old bedroom was waiting for me to unpack my things, and as my eyes lingered on their house outside my window, I couldn’t help the tears that rose to my eyes as a thought crossed my mind.

  I don’t want to go back.

  CHAPTER TWO - OWEN

  I’d been watching the windows for the last fucking hour. The moment I heard Mark’s battered fucking truck echoing down the crevices of the mountain, I’d settled onto the couch and silently waited for them to pull up.

  All I could think about was Kyra coming home.

  I’d had a crush on that fucking woman for years, ever since puberty did her body some good. She was petite in areas that were delicate, and filled out in areas that called to my fingertips, and there were nights where all I could do was have wet dreams of the things I wanted to do to her.

  When I figured out she was getting married, I was depressed for days. I automatically didn’t like the guy. Not one fucking bit. He was tall and lanky. A typical city boy with no strength or smarts about him. His worth to a woman was dependent upon how much money he could make in an hour, which didn’t mean shit when it came to a woman like Kyra.

  She didn’t care about money or gifts or expensive shit. What she needed was someone who gave a shit and supported her. Someone who could take care of things around the house when she broke them and kept apologizing. She needed a man who wasn’t afraid to slide his hand along her ass in the middle of a store just to make her feel beautiful, and she sure as hell needed someone who had no issues running his lips along every other crevice of her body when they weren’t in public.

  I watched Mark pull up into the driveway, and the moment Kyra got out, my heart started to race.

  “Guys! Tinkerbell’s home!”

  I went running through the house, knocking on the doors as the guys slowly rolled out of bed. We all told ourselves we would take a nap so we could stay up and chat with Kyra
into the early morning hours. That was the thing she loved to do the most. The window of her bedroom faced our home, and it was easy to climb up onto the second-story wrap-around porch that led into her bedroom. As kids, all of us would use a ladder to get up there, throwing ourselves over the balcony before knocking on her door to wake her up. We’d all gather around and sit down, talking for hours until the morning sun started piercing through the trees.

  We didn’t have to pull that shit now, but we still wanted to stay up and talk with her.

  I made sure all of them were up before I strode across the lawn. I’d traversed these lawns on countless occasions, walking these same steps during our childhoods. Back and forth, we would all go between the two houses, always up to something and always getting into trouble. We called ourselves the Lost Boys, too wild to be tamed and too loud to be silenced. And Kyra had been our fairy princess.

  Our gorgeous guide.

  Our strong, unwavering Tinkerbell.

  The nickname was cheesy as fuck, but the best one to describe her.

  Small in stature, but she was powerful as hell beyond her size. She grew into a strong woman, bypassing that ‘girly-girl’ stage altogether. Makeup was never her thing, and she didn’t give a fuck about what her hair looked like. She’d rather lounge around in sweatpants and a t-shirt without a bra on than wake up an hour early just to piece herself together.

  And trust me, I didn’t mind the times where she was braless – not one damn bit.

  The moment I discovered girls didn’t have cooties, I was all over Kyra. Not physically, but in my mind. I kept my crush a secret because I didn’t want to be teased about it, but I also kept it close to my chest because I didn’t want to be rejected by Kyra.

  I strode right up to the front door of Kyra’s home and knocked on the door with my knuckles.

  Mark answered the door immediately as my brothers ran up behind me. I could hear them panting and heaving, the cold air causing them to wheeze as Mark shook his head. He stepped off to the side and invited us into his home, silently ushering us in from the cold before he shut the door behind us.

  “Honestly, I’m shocked you boys weren’t already waiting outside like a pack of dogs,” Mark said.