Page 12 of Double Mountain Men

“Of course,” she nods. “I signed so much paperwork before coming here that I’m surprised there isn’t more.”

“No, it’s fine,” I rasp. “I’ll get Sweet Lies to adjust the agreements, and it’ll be done in a flash. No big deal. But tell me about yourself,” I invite. “How did you come to Sweet Lies?”

Misty lets out another peal of laughter, so melodious that Brett and I share another look. Shit, she really is an angel.

“Well, this isn’t very sexy, but I’m a student and I need money for school. Education is expensive these days.”

I frown.

“Do they not offer student loans anymore? Or grants?”

“Oh no, I’m getting plenty of help,” Misty says in a slow tone. “I have a scholarship that covers my tuition, and I’m on work-study too, with a job at the science center. But it’s not quite enough, so I turned to Sweet Lies to make ends meet.”

Brett frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Do you have family that could help though? School is hard enough without a job, much less two jobs.”

Misty bites her lip again, worrying it a bit. But then she takes a deep breath and meets our eyes directly.

“Yes, it is a lot,” she acknowledges in a low tone. “But I’m a foster child, or at least I used to be one. I grew up in a group home, and only exited the foster care system when I turned eighteen. Fortunately, Evergreen gave me a full scholarship, so that helped a lot. But for the most part, I’m on my own. I need to take care of myself now that I’m no longer a ward of the state.”

I stare at the beautiful young woman.

“You’re on your own?”

“Yes,” Misty states in a steady tone, although I detect a bit of a quaver beneath that firmness. “I’ve been on my own for almost a year now, and it’s okay. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time, and I’m used to it. It’s fine. Besides, I have friends and we look out for each other.”

Barrett and I share a look because there’s so much more to this woman than meets the eye. We were operating off the assumption that she was just another slutty, fancy-free nymph with big breasts and open legs who wants money. Hell, it’s what we’d expect. But now that we know Misty’s backstory, her desireto get paid is understandable, and even justified. She’s a smart cookie who’s going to drive a hard bargain, and I respect her for that.

“A hundred thousand,” I say in a low tone. “We’ll make it a full six figures for your weekend here.”

Misty gasps, looking at us with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “You don’t have to.”

Barrett takes her small hand in his big one, our food forgotten.

“No, we want to, sweetheart. We can make it happen, and we appreciate you coming all this way to meet us. It’s not a problem.”

Misty’s lower lip trembles again, and am I seeing things, or are there tears in those big blue eyes? My heart breaks a little because this is not what I expected. Hell, we thought we were going to play with a lush, nubile young girl, and we’re still going to do that, to be sure. But there’s something special about Misty and before I realize it, I’ve bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to her pink pout.

“We’ll take care of you,” I growl in a low voice, staring into those innocent blue eyes. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Let go of your cares,” Brett rasps on Misty’s other side, bending his head to kiss her too. “You belong to us now, sweetheart, so there’s nothing to fear. Just let go and enjoy.”

Then, with that, a wild weekend of lovemaking begins. It’s dirty, filthy sex, to be sure but it’s also more because Misty Earnshaw is more than we deserve ... and we’ve already been ensnared by her innocent air and sweet ways.

8

Misty

We go from soft kisses to hard, filthy sex almost immediately. I don’t know how it happens, but one moment we were sitting at the table enjoying dinner, and then the next, I’d been transported into one of the bedrooms and was face to face with a wall of hard, male flesh.

I gasp as Brett and Chris take off their shirts because they’re all bulging muscle and bronzed skin, without an ounce of fat to spare. Their pecs are slab-like and defined, with a full complement of abs resembling the proverbial washboards.

“Ohhhh,” I moan, unable to tear my eyes away from the expanse of male beauty.

“Cat got your tongue?” Brett rumbles in an amused tone. “Now you too, sweetheart. Get naked for us.”

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