Page 10 of Double XL Mountain Men (Cold Mountain Nights #11)

Cindy

B randon and Brent have turned me into a sensual nympho and yet I don’t mind because I adore the huge football players. They’re handsome, charming, and take good care of me. What more can a girl ask for? I daresay that we’re in a relationship, although we haven’t had “the talk” yet.

But it definitely feels like a relationship because we do everything together now.

We attend different classes, of course, but I tutor the two men regularly, and we spend our free time together, whether working out in the gym or just chilling on the couch and watching a movie.

And don’t even get me started on the sex because it’s utterly unreal .

I had no idea that making love to two men could be so thrilling and passionate, and I don’t think there’s any way I could go back to traditional dating now that I’ve been with Brandon and Brent.

One man could would never be enough because my body craves two.

But tonight, we’re doing date night, and it’s very normal and traditional if you ask me.

I’m standing before the stove in the kitchenette in the twins’ suite, cooking up a delicious meal of spaghetti Bolognese, with a side of tossed salad and crusty garlic bread.

The aromatic red sauce simmers on the pan as I wait for the pasta to boil, a red and white checkered apron tied about my luscious curves.

Of course, this isn’t your average date night by a long shot.

I’m with Brandon and Brent Coleman, virile alpha males, and as a result, my long blonde hair is up in a loose chignon with a few sexy wisps trailing around my ears.

I’m wearing red stilettos while standing before the stove, and yes, you guessed it – my curves are fully nude beneath the frilly apron.

The sides of my big breasts peek out from the fabric, and the checkered material leaves my behind bare and accessible to the men, should they choose to grab a luscious handful.

At that moment, Brandon and Brent open the door and step inside, dropping their football equipment by the entryway. Brandon lets out a low wolf whistle, immediately shutting the door behind them, while Brent adjusts himself and lets out a throaty moan.

“Shit baby, this is exactly what we need after practice. A hearty meal and a sassy dose of our favorite girl.”

I giggle while turning to look coquettishly at the twins over one slim shoulder.

“Dinner will be ready in a sec, boys. Why don’t you guys shower, and by the time you’re done, the pasta will be on the table.”

“Mmm, pasta,” Brandon growls before coming up behind me and dropping a kiss on my bare shoulder. “I love carbs.” Brent’s not far behind, and he palms my ass with a big hand before giving the luscious flesh a hard squeeze.

“Ooof!” I cry out in mock pain. “That hurt!”

“It did, but you love it,” he grins before seizing my mouth in a passionate kiss. “Fuck, you taste like honey, baby girl.”

I melt into his arms helplessly because these men always make me so needy. But then, a splatter of bubbling sauce lands on my arm and I pull back before swatting them away.

“You guys are so sweaty and gross!” I tease. “Get in the shower and let me finish my cooking, otherwise you’re not getting any food. It’ll be straight to bed without supper if you guys don’t get clean.”

The twins waggle their brows at me.

“Yeah, but maybe that’s what we want,” Brent growls.

“I wouldn’t mind taking you to bed right now,” Brandon adds, his big hand lifting the skirt of my apron to get a look at my gleaming puss. “Shit, she’s wet already.”

I merely waggle my hips before pushing the twins away again.

“Git!” I say with a smile. “And leave me alone to finish my cooking.”

The twins grin, as handsome as movie stars, before their broad forms disappear into their respective bathrooms. Yes, there are two bathrooms because the suite is built for two people to share, complete with individual beds, baths, and a communal common space.

But the truth is that there are king-size mattresses in each bedroom, and usually the three of us sleep together each night, our limbs entwined, and their seed seeping from my body after multiple rounds of hard, penetrative sex.

Yes, I’m a come receptacle for Brandon and Brent at this point, and I adore every second of being manhandled by the powerful athletes.

But Brandon and Brent are hungry and within minutes, my men are back in the kitchen, sitting while I serve the steaming pasta, green salad, and crusty garlic bread.

“This looks delicious, sweetheart,” Brent growls while breaking off a huge chunk of bread and swallowing it in one bite. “Holy fuck, that’s good.”

“The trick is extra butter,” I giggle while sitting at the table across from them. “Butter is my secret ingredient for making anything taste delicious. But are you supposed to be eating butter for peak athletic performance? Or does it affect your abilities?”

The twins shrug.

“A little butter isn’t going to kill anyone,” Brandon drawls while crunching into his own slice of garlic bread.

“Besides, we burn so many calories that part of the challenge is getting enough food into our gut,” Brent adds. “As athletes, we’re torching five to ten thousand calories a day, so a little butter could actually help us by providing additional fuel.”

I nod seriously.

“And the draft is soon, right? In the next few weeks?”

The twins nod, their expressions contemplative as they pause.

“It is, and we have something to ask you, sweetheart,” Brent growls while setting his fork down.

My heart pounds as my eyes go wide. Oh my god, what are they going to say?

I know the draft is a big event, where players are usually accompanied by friends, family, and significant others.

But it would be a huge step for us because we haven’t even gone public with our relationship yet.

Is this the time? Is this what they’re getting at?

My heart pounds as my two lovers gaze at me with piercing blue eyes.

“We’d love for you to attend the draft as our guest,” Brent says in a serious tone.

“It’s a big day for us, and we want you to be there, Cindy.”

I stare.

“But will people talk?” I whisper, my pulse racing. “I mean, they’re going to realize that you’re dating me, right? And that I’m dating both of you? Are you ready for that?”

The twins merely shrug and grin.

“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. But I think you’re overthinking it, sweetheart, because I don’t think the wider audience really cares about whom we’re dating or how many girls we’re dating either.

You know some of the other dudes are Muslim, right, and that per their religion, they’re allowed to take four wives simultaneously? ”

I stare.

“Yes, but not in the United States. They don’t do that here.”

The twins shrug.

“You’d be surprised. No one trumpets it, of course, because that would be asking for trouble.

But there are absolutely professional athletes who have more than one wife.

Maybe it’s not legally recognized by the United States government, but their wives know each other and the men have multiple children by multiple women who seem to get along. It’s just a different culture.”

I stare at my handsome lovers.

“But does the NFL know about these plural marriages?”

Brandon shrugs, unconcerned.

“I’m sure they do, but they don’t really care as long as you don’t wave it in their faces.

They’re interested in football, period, and what you can deliver on the field.

A championship ring is much more interesting than a man’s private life, especially when he’s living it honorably in accordance with his religious mores. ”

I pause, stunned.

“Wow. So you don’t think anyone would be scandalized if they realized I’m dating both of you?”

Brent throws me a lopsided grin, showing off his dimple.

“Who cares what they think?”

His brother nods in agreement.

“Again, coaches and owners are more interested in stats, bidding, contracts, money, and Shedeur Sanders. Trust me, that fucker’s going down.”

I nod.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about Shedeur and his dad. It’s kind of a strange situation.”

The twins nod and turn to me again, their blue eyes piercing.

“But it’s a good example of why I don’t think anyone cares about our personal lives.

Shedeur and Coach Prime are the ones who will be in the spotlight, and the cameras aren’t going to be on us more than a second.

So yeah, we’d love to have you at the draft, Cindy,” Brent says. “It’d mean a lot to us.”

“Besides, it’s time you met our dad,” his brother adds in a serious tone.

“And there’s no need to panic because Barrett would never judge us for being in a threesome.

He’s in his own menage, remember? I think we’ve mentioned it before.

It’s some serious shit with a baby too, so he knows how these relationships work. ”

I nod, my mind whirling as I consider the possibilities. Oh my god, the twins want us to go public, and not only that, but on draft day! Am I ready for prime time?

But then, Brandon smiles at me, so handsome that my heart melts.

“You don’t have to answer now, sweetheart.

Take some time to think about it if you like, but just know that it would mean the world to us for you to be there.

But okay, that’s enough talk about us. We always blab on about our football careers, but what about you, sweetheart?

What are you looking to do? I know you want to be a livestock vet, but tell us more about that. ”

I laugh while tucking a wisp of blonde hair behind my ear.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

Brent grins while popping a juicy slice of tomato into his mouth.

“How did you get into it?” he asks. “What drew you to veterinary science?”

“Well,” I say in a slow tone. “You know I’m a first generation college attendee, right? No one else in my family’s ever progressed beyond high school.”

The handsome twins nod, their bronzed features serious.

“Yes, and we’re very proud of you for that, sweetheart,” Brandon says in a low voice. “You’re succeeding just by being here.”

I nod.

“And I’m lucky too because I’ve had a lot of support along the way.

When I was little, there was a 4-H club in our neighborhood, but my family couldn’t afford the fees, much less the expense associated with raising animals.

But I had a neighbor take an interest in me, and together, me and Mrs. Lovelace raised goats, sheep and rabbits to show at different 4-H fairs.

It was an amazing experience, and piqued my interest in animals and becoming a livestock veterinarian. ”

Brent nods, his blue eyes gleaming.

“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” he says. “Do you still have any of the animals?”

“No, of course not!” I laugh helplessly.

“They’re long gone because livestock don’t generally have very long lifespans.

Most goats and sheep only live ten to twelve years, and the ewes and does generally begin declining at six or seven.

Sadly, there are often soundness issues relating to their teeth and udders, so they’re often slaughtered early because of the expense required to maintain them. ”

The twins stare at me.

“So your 4-H animals were slaughtered?”

I tilt my head to the side before nodding.

“Sometimes, yes. It’s just the way things are.

I mean, I get it – the slaughter can be tough for kids because we treat some of the livestock like they’re pets, like a dog or a cat that lives at home and sleeps under your bed.

But the slaughter is part of the experience, if not the most important part, because these animals are not pets.

They’re bred to serve people, and the processing of their meat is crucial to the experience. ”

The twins shake their heads, their expressions amazed.

“Holy fuck. That sounds ten times harder than football,” Brent marvels.

“And a hundred times more fucked up,” Brandon adds. “I can’t even imagine killing my dog. What the fuck?”

“No, that’s not the right comparison,” I say in a mild tone.

“Again, sheep and goats aren’t pets, and the slaughter is part of the learning process.

The experience teaches participants about animal husbandry, the cycle of life, and the market value of livestock.

It’s an important lesson, and while emotionally difficult, this is what real life is about.

It’s not about dating apps, influencers, and cost per clicks.

It’s about death and renewal, and being responsible and respectful to an animal that gives up its life for you. ”

The men are silent, their forks down as they stare at me with wonder and awe in their eyes.

“Fuck baby, you’re amazing,” Brent finally says.

“We don’t deserve you,” Brandon adds. “The other women we’ve dated were all about filters, Facetune, and the number of likes they get on their posts. You’re a thousand times more ... I don’t know, deep, sweetheart. You’re real. Impressive. And downright amazing, Cindy.”

I blush, my heart expanding in my chest.

“Thank you,” I murmur. “You guys are amazing too.”

But then, there’s an abrupt switch in the mood at the table as Brent winks at me, a sly expression on his handsome features.

“Speaking of livestock...” he drawls. “Would you be interested in some livestock play?”

I look doubtful before giggling.

“Livestock play? And what would that be?” I ask. “No slaughtering. OMG, I’m not into blood!”

The men let out rough chuckles.

“No, neither are we, although no disrespect to the folks who indulge in that kink. Different strokes for different folks,” Brent shrugs, before looking at me with gleaming blue eyes. “But we do have some props we could use ...”

“We bought them with you in mind, Cindy,” Brandon adds in a rough voice. “It could be fun.”

I stare at the men because what do the twins have up their sleeves? What are they hinting at? What I do know is that Brandon and Brent Coleman are incredibly handsome and sexy ... and I’ll do anything in bed that they want.