Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
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 desire to 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.”
I don’t hesitate. In a flash, my sweatshirt’s off, revealing a lacy pink bra. Then, I struggle with the waistband of my jeans, but the denim is too tight that I wiggle around uselessly, looking idiotic, I’m sure. I swear, I hate skinny jeans so much!
But the two men merely chuckle, and help me out of the stiff material, their eyes widening as my jeans are pulled off to reveal a tiny pink g-string. Not only that, but my thighs are wide and hefty, and my legs long and muscled. I don’t work out a lot, but I walk everywhere, and there’s plenty of tone and definition.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” Chris rasps, his blue eyes eating up my curves. “More than we deserve.”
“Creamy and totally fuckable,” Brett adds as his blue eyes sear my creamy flesh. “Holy fuck.”
My nipples go tight, and my breasts feel heavy at their compliments.
“Thank you,” I murmur shyly, a flush covering my cheeks. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
“Of course we do because you’re built just like a woman,” Brett croons, his eyes still devouring every inch of my creamy flesh. “But take off your bra, sweetheart, because we want to see everything.”