Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
But when I saw Cason and Colt Madewell, the breath in my lungs caught because the cowboys are massive and gorgeous.
The twins have dark hair, gleaming blue eyes, along with broad shoulders, muscular thighs from gripping a horse’s flanks, and lassoes made of stiff, hard fiber that wrap around their waists!
But when they show me their mechanical bull, all I can say is … buck me, cowboy!
Kiki’s going to have a good time at the ranch because my twin and I aren’t your average cowboys. We’re rich as f@ck alpha males who do whatever we want … and that includes getting the curvy girl pregnant with our child!
Hey, what’s this about a dirty mechanical bull? Seriously?!?! Yes, indeed! There’s an unusual machine in this story with a “special attachment” for the ladies, and Kiki is the lucky woman who goes for a Wet and Wild ride that other girls can only fantasize about 😊 I promise you’ll adore this tale because the curvy girl explores her inner desires before finding love with two ruthless yet irresistible alpha males. What’s not to like? This book is a follow-up to Double XL Mountain Men, but all of my tales are standalones and can be read in any order. Be sure to have a frosty drink on hand because there’s a double serving of hot, gorgeous cowboy in the pages ahead! HEA guaranteed
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1
Kiki
Istare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I’m making a big mistake. After all, I’m here in Montana to leave the past behind, and yet by dancing at the Starlight Saloon, I’m doing the exact opposite. I’m going back to the old Kiki Thornton who supported herself through school by shimmying for rich men.
Okay, it got to be a little more than strictly “shimmying” sometimes, but that’s fine! The money I made was plentiful, and tuition is expensive these days. By moonlighting as a dancer, I was able to get my degree without taking on crushing student loans. Graduating debt-free is a miracle these days, and now I’m ready to apply to veterinary school on my way to becoming Kiki Thornton, D.V.M.
Except that the old Kiki’s still looking at me in the mirror. Did I really think I’d be able to leave her in Minnesota? I sigh, taking in my big breasts covered in nothing but sparkly purple pasties, the sides, uppers, and bottoms ivory and lush. When I turn, a narrow strip of purple fabric disappears between my rounded cheeks, highlighting the juicy globes of my bottom. The front of my panties aren’t much better either. There’s a tiny triangular scrap about the size of a post-in note that covers my femininity, and it’s what the girls in my industry lovingly refer to as a “clit patch.” Yes, they really exist, and yes, women actually put them on. It’s better than nothing, even if it reveals the outline of my sensitive nub quite clearly in the low lights.
Sighing, I stare at myself some more in the mirror, my deep inhales causing my big bust to rise. Glittery high heels make me look taller than my actual five five, and of course, the steep arch forces my breasts forward while pulling my hips back. In short, I’m sexy, enticing, and mysterious, with long blonde hair flowing like a river over one shoulder and a wry smile on my plush lips.
But you’re not supposed to be doing this, the voice in my head scolds. You’re on your way to joining the professional class, Kiki. You can still pull out.
My shoulders slump. My subconscious is right and I should try and lead an above-board and honest life, instead of dancing in a den of sin.
But dancing is above-board, the other voice in my head whispers. It’s an honest way to make a living, and there’s no shame in that.
Except that it’s not honest, at least not what’s going to happen on stage tonight. Nerves getting the best of me, I literally begin to text the manager to tell him that I’m dropping out, except that my phone begins to shake in my hand. I see that it’s my friend Cindy before pressing the green “Accept” button.
“Hey Cin,” I say. “How are you?”
“Kiki,” a burbling laugh greets me. “How’s my best girl? Stormy misses you.”
I giggle because Cindy’s a close pal. Actually, Cindy’s more than a good friend. She’s a goddess delivered straight from heaven because when we were seniors together in school, Cindy bailed me out big time. I was already dancing for Sweet Lies back then, except I had a huge exam that I had to study for. So Cindy took my place one Friday night, and was driven up to an isolated cabin in the woods with a bunch of other sassy, curvy Sweet Lies ladies.
But that’s when things took a left turn. Evidently, a frat from Western University called Sigma Epsilon Chi (yes, it spells S-E-X) had the cabin for the weekend, and paid for a bunch of scantily-clad ladies to party with them. You can guess what happened next. Or maybe not, because it wasn’t your usual tete-a-tete. Instead, Cindy met Brent and Brandon Coleman at the cabin and hooked up with both men. Yes, it’s true. My nerdy, innocent buddy ended up pleasuring the handsome brothers in a closet, of all things, and took both of their massive members simultaneously while wailing with joy.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing. It was supposed to be a scandalous encounter that would be forgotten as soon as she left the cabin. But the thing is that Cindy works part-time as a tutor, and lo and behold, Brent and Brandon were her new students! What were the chances? Clearly, the three of them started hooking up again, and she confessed they even did it in one of the sound-proofed study rooms at the Student Learning Center.
But this is where things get wild because Cindy, Brandon and Brent started dating each other for real after they reconnected on campus. They didn’t give a shit what other people thought, and evidently were also into really dirty, kinky sex involving leashes and filthy anal penetration. Unfortunately, they were caught in one such wild position by some kind of dean, and the twins were expelled for sexual harassment, despite Cindy’s protests that she was in love with the twins and that it was all consensual.