Page 102 of Knot Her Mountain Men

She nestled closer with a heaving sigh. “I am.”

I held her a bit longer before she eventually pulled away, sweeping the dust up to the garage door. I hoisted it up, revealing the sun blazing down outside. “Looks like the clouds cleared out.”

“Want to take slutty pictures of me in the snow?” She was grinning when I turned back to her.

“I definitely do.”

After a quick tidy, we went out as a group. Morgan was bundled up in a robe, the same as the rest of us. Whenever she was exposed, we would be too so we could judge more accurately if she was getting too cold but being stubborn about communicating that.

Bear and Kit set a folded white sheet at the base of a tree so it would blend in with the snow and laid out a fluffy white sheepskin where she would be able to lie down and have her skin protected. Kit carefully maneuvered her into the sunbeam, taking her shoes from her before setting her feet onto the sheet, and then he accepted her robe and stood out of sight behind the tree.

She turned to me, hair lit up like a living flame, golden light hitting all those freckles.

I snapped photos of every delicious angle, getting her to move slowly but freely, getting a few images that knocked the air right out of my lungs. Most of my photography surrounded things that weren’t especially cooperative, so having a subject that wanted to be captured was a unique treat.

The others were spellbound, speechless, staring at our omega as the sunlight danced over her body.

“Fucking beautiful,” I breathed. “Okay, time to warm up.”

She leapt from her spot toward Maverick. He caught her in the air and tucked her feet into an extra pair of my boots that had warmers at the toes. She purred instantly, then even harder when Maverick opened up his robe and wrapped it around her, lending his body heat.

I didn’t have to get every photo today, but I was greedy. She was out here looking like some goddess of the forest and I wanted it caught on camera as well as burned into my memory.

“We should totally do omega forest photo shoots,” Morgan said, peering at me over Maverick’s arm. “Maybe less naked, and I’d probably have to take the pictures, but it would be fun, wouldn’t it?”

“Sounds like a solid business idea to me,” I told her. “I know you’re not a dressy girl, but we could order some and do a portfolio shoot so they know what they’d be getting. Those are the ones I always see getting popular online.”

“I can wear a dress for a photo shoot, just not the rest of the time.” She wriggled out of Maverick’s embrace. “Okay, ready for more.”

She stretched out on the sheepskin and flipped her hair so it stood out like glowing embers against the snow.

“Little fox, you look incredible,” said Kit.

Morgan’s cheeks were flushed pink, her nipples peaked, and every freckle on display. The dappled light created a gorgeous pattern against her skin and I snapped away.

“Bear, you’re up.”

He moved like a shadow, kneeling at Morgan’s feet and drawing one up to his shoulder. Catching that look of pure desire in her eyes made all the difference. I let them play for a few minutes and then traded Bear for Maverick. He had her up against one of the trees, chin lifted with his crooked fingers, lips not quite touching.

The air around us smelled sweetly of maple.

When Maverick and Kit swapped, the slick on her thighs caught the light. She stood exposed, back to Kit’s chest, her hair spilling over one shoulder, and his over the other as their lips met.

I shifted, throat dry and cock trying to escape the confines of my robe. “Kit, move her to the left a little. Perfect.”

I caught the glint as he scooped up her knee. How was I supposed to get photos of her and me after this when all I wanted was to ride her into the snow?

While she went through another warming session, I got the camera set up on my tripod and scoped out the perfect spot for us. I looped the shutter remote around my wrist and finally stole Morgan for myself. Seeing her from all these new angles had me hard as a fucking rock, and if she was amenable, I was going to do something about it when we were done.

“Is the slick cold on your skin?”

“A little,” she confessed. “You could warm it up.”

“I was going to take photos before I suggested fucking you,” I said with a laugh.

“You could do both.” Morgan grinned up at me. “We’re on a time limit, so you should definitely get moving if that’s what your plan is.”

“God, I love when you get sassy.”

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