Page 28 of Double Mountain Men

But my friend’s now busy typing on her phone.

“Well, I still have an active account on Sweet Lies, and what did you say Chris’s username was?”

I think for a moment.

“Mountain_Daddy,” I say. “Two words, with an underline between Mountain and Daddy.”

Jenna types furiously and then her eyes seize on something. She scrolls down for a moment and then nods with satisfaction.

“Misty, you’re going to be really happy when I tell you this because not only does the site say that Mountain_Daddy’s profile is inactive, but that it’s been inactive fortwo years. Chris and Brett haven’t sourced girls from Sweet Lies for two years. I think they’re telling you the truth.”

My heart races as my mouth drops.

“Are you serious?” I mumble. “Let me see.” Jenna does a screen share, and sure enough, Chris’s profile photo is the same from years ago, showing off his bronzed torso and sculpted pecs. Even crazier, there’s a gray circle next to his username, which reads, “Inactive for 24 months.”

I swallow hard as my pulse thrums. Could Jenna be right? Have Chris and Brett been celibate for two years because they couldn’t bear to touch another woman after our weekend together? Is that even possible for two dominant, virile alpha males?

“It can’t be,” I murmur, turning my head as I stare blankly at the ground. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Jenna says. “I think these men are telling the truth, Misty. I realize it’s crazy to think they’ve been celibate, but it’spossible. Hell, a lot of people are ‘dating themselves’ or ‘self-partnered’ these days, which means they’re not having sex with other people. Masturbation? Yes. But no fluid exchange with another human being.”

I shake my head because there’s no need to be technical about the details. Besides, maybe Cross and Barrett on other sites. Maybe they source girls from all over the world, using a multitude of platforms. Hell, maybe they travel to Thailand or Vietnam to engage in “sex vacations” like you see on TV. I don’t know. But I can feel my heart softening because maybe, just maybe, these men adore me ... and we have a future together.

15

Barrett

The doorbell rings, and I look over at my friend.

“Ready?”

To be honest, Cross looks a little nervous, which is unusual for the CEO. Then again, this is an unusual situation for both of us because our lives took an unexpected turn after meeting Misty two years ago. After all, my friend wasn’t lying when he told her that she was “the one that got away.” She was a breath of fresh air that made us see just how fucked-up we’d become. I was repulsed by myself, to be honest, and immediately took myself to the doctor to be tested for STDs because I realized I was probably a walking bag of germs.

Fortunately, the tests came back negative, but I didn’t want to pick up where I left off. Instead, Cross and I changed our lifestyles. We didn’t do some male version ofEat, Pray, Love, nor did we become ascetics chanting on a Himalayan clifftop.But wedidswear off women for a bit, just to get clean. It was like going cold turkey for a drug user. Tough at first, but worth it in the end.

To be honest, I’m not sure how I’ve lasted as long as I have because I’ve been addicted to pussy since I was fourteen. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve cheated on multiple women over the years too, breaking hearts and leaving women sobbing in puddles on the floor. It stopped for a while after I met the mother of my sons, but sure enough, my pussy addiction came roaring to the fore after a couple years of good behavior. The old Barrett was back, and after my wife found out, we divorced. It was the right thing to happen, for both Carla and for me. She had enough self-respect to demand a divorce, and I had enough respect for her to make it worth her while. Let’s just say that Carla walked away a very wealthy woman, and is now dating some dude ten years her junior who makes her happy. Good for her.

But after I was legally single once again, I jumped into the dating pool with both feet. Actually, “dating” is a euphemism for how I acted, which is fucking women left and right with little care for their health, emotions, or sanity. Hell, I didn’t even know their names sometimes. I was ordering them off various websites like a man ordering take-out online. God bless the internet.

Even worse, I got into it with my buddy Cross. Sure, we’d shared women before, but that shit happened back when we were in college, and dead drunk. But it happened by chance again a couple years ago, and we realized we were still into it. We enjoy ravishing a young female body, watching as she takes dick on two ends. We like squeezing our rods into her hungry holes, cramming her full as her eyes go wide with shock. We likewatching her creaminess overflow with our spunk because the fucked-up shit is what turns us on.

Even better, Misty was all of those things and more because she’s a woman with her mind in the gutter, but with the personality of an angel. It’s crazy. I never thought we’d meet someone so sweet and innocent, and yet feisty and sassy too. She gives as good as she gets, and as we watched her get into a car that fateful day, Cross and I knew we’d fucked up.

“Oh shit,” he growled, his blue eyes staring at the back of her head as the vehicle started. “Have we fucked up?”

“We definitely have,” I rasped, my eyes literally tearing a bit as the car begins to move. “But there’s another girl coming in fifteen, and we can’t stop this train. Fuck fuck fuck!”

It’s true too. Candace arrived not ten minutes after Misty departed, and the brunette was slutty as hell, but as dumb as a bag of rocks. This time, however, the lack of intelligence was tiresome, and we packed Candace off within the hour. Then, we canceled the rest of the girls we had booked. Yeah, the original plan had been to fuck as much pussy and ass as humanly possible, jetting spunk into dozens of creamy female holes. But somehow, without Misty, it was pointless. We’d lost our desire for nameless, faceless sex, and thus began the change.

The world didn’t see our transformation because there was nothing to give it away. We went to the same restaurants, and frequented the same cigar bars. We never quit our jobs, and continued to lead our respective firms as Masters of the Universe. But on the inside, a sea change was happening. I stopped going to sex clubs, and stopped dialing the numbers in my little black book. Cross even went to therapy, he was so intenton becoming a better version of himself. The steps we took towards self-actualization were fucking mind-blowing.

Moreover, I have to think that there’s karma in the world because now, after two years of intensive internal labor, Misty’s come back into our lives. It’s as if the gods put her in the right place at the right time, and I’m more than grateful. I’m awed at the timing, the coincidence, and most of all, I’m awed by the woman herself. She’s had our child, and has ripened into a sweet, fertile woman with strength, intelligence, and sass. Actually, she always had these attributes – we were just too fucking dumb to put a ring on it while we had the chance.

But now, maybe we’re getting a second chance.

“Don’t fuck this up,” I growl to my buddy. He nods and smooths the expression on his face.

“I won’t.”

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