Page 8 of Double XL Mountain Men (Cold Mountain Nights #11)

Cindy

T his is a complete nightmare. It’s a total clusterfuck, and I blink really slow, as if willing the situation away with a dose of magical thinking. But of course, no such thing happens, and the two handsome men lower their forms into chairs across from me while smirking.

“So tell us how you got into escorting,” Brent drawls, one black brow lifted.

“We’d love to know,” his brother adds, tapping one big finger gently against the tabletop. “This is going to be an interesting story because I had no idea Western co-eds moonlighted as escorts.”

At that, my voice comes back.

“I’m not an escort!” I snap. “I don’t even work for Sweet Lies, at least not really. It’s my roomie. She had a big test to study for, and her scholarship depends on it, so she begged me to sub for her. She’s the one who works for Sweet Lies.”

The handsome men appear thoughtful while exchanging a look.

“Okay,” Brandon drawls in a nonchalant tone. “So the rendezvous at the cabin was your first time?”

“It was,” I say in an indignant tone while sitting up straight. “I didn’t get paid. It was all for my friend Kiki. She’s the one collecting a paycheck.”

The gorgeous twins share another look, and I can’t but help notice how arresting they are.

Both Brandon and Brent are tall, with charcoal-black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Their jaws are square and skin bronzed, revealing flashing white teeth whenever they smile.

Although at the moment, they’re not smiling because they look completely serious.

“Sweetheart, we don’t mean to rain on your parade, but are you certain your friend had an exam that couldn’t be put off? I mean, subbing as an escort is a big thing. That’s not something friends usually ask of one another.”

I stare at the men.

“First of all, I’m not an escort,” I bite stiffly.

“I thought it was just going to be some flirtatious games and a lot of innuendo. And yes, of course I’m sure!

I’ve known Kiki since forever, and she definitely has an important anatomy test today.

In fact, I think she’s taking it right at this moment.

She would never ask me to do something like that for her if she wasn’t desperate. ”

The gorgeous twins exchange another look, although it’s somewhat unreadable.

“Okay,” Brent says in a soothing tone. “You and Kiki are just closer than most friends. We get it.”

“Girls are so self-sacrificing,” Brandon murmurs, more to himself than anyone. “Shit, I wouldn’t do that if you promised me a million bucks, much less for free.”

I stare at the twins.

“I don’t appreciate your commentary,” I grind out between my teeth, my cheeks flushing. “You don’t know Kiki, and you don’t know me either, so I’d appreciate it if you kept your remarks to yourself.”

“Yes, of course,” Brandon apologizes immediately, holding up one hand. “Let’s just say my brother and I are cynical motherfuckers, and we never take anything at face value. Shit happens,” he says with a shrug of those broad shoulders. “We always expect the worst.”

I stare at them.

“Wow, that’s pessimistic. But let me ask you the same question then – why were you at the cabin?”

The two men share another look before turning to smile at me. They’re so handsome that my breath is taken away momentarily, my big bust rising at falling visibly.

“Well, you know we’re members of the Sigma Epsilon Chi fraternity, which spells S-E-X. So what did you think was going to happen?” Brent asks in a reasonable tone.

I pause for a moment.

“Okay, but still. I thought I was going to be whisked away in a limo to a party filled with billionaires. Older men. Dudes who are in their forties or more, with paunches and fake teeth.”

Brandon pretends that I’ve just shot him in the heart, hunching his back while holding his hands to his chest.

“Ooof, that’s rough honey, because we’re all going to be forty someday. Maybe not today, but twenty years from now, certainly.”

“Okay, got it,” I say, my cheeks flushing. “So your fraternity rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere in order to host a sex party. Is that what you guys usually do? Is that Sigma’s M.O.?”

“We do throw a lot of parties...” Brandon drawls, with a knowing grin at his brother.

“But no, we weren’t renting the cabin. The cabin belongs to our father, who’s a rich fuck with a sick mind. Barrett regularly brings girls up there in order to fuck them silly, and he does it with a friend sometimes too. As you can see, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Brent smirks.

I stare at the hulking twins.

“ What ?” I practically whisper-scream. “That cabin is a sex cabin ? Your dad keeps it to fuck women on the sly?”

I shrug.

“Yeah, basically. But Barrett’s in a serious relationship now, so the only girl he’s fucking is his girlfriend. But yeah, he and his friend Cross are both dating Misty. They take turns with her, and the three of them even have a baby together. We love our little half-brother, Sylvester.”

By now, my mind is whirling because I can’t compute.

The handsome twins have just revealed that they learned their dirty ways from their father!

Their dad is some asshole billionaire who fucks young women on the reg, and who lent his sons his cabin to do the same.

Even crazier, it seems all the men in this family enjoy double-teaming women, and I’m merely the latest character in their sordid adventure.

I make a decision and stand up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.

“Okay, obviously this isn’t going to work,” I say in a queenly, yet trembling, tone. “We have too much history for any tutoring to be successful, so I’m going to resign. I’ll let the girl outside know, and they’ll assign you a different tutor shortly. Thanks, it’s been great meeting you.”

“You can’t quit,” Brent drawls, lounging back in his chair.

“We won’t let you,” Brandon smirks with a shrug of his big shoulders.

“Oh yeah?” I demand while slinging my knapsack over one shoulder. “Well, watch this!”

But the men merely shrug again while exchanging a look.

“Don’t go, sweetheart,” Brent says in a silky tone. “Or we’ll tell everyone that it’s you working for Sweet Lies, and not your roommate.”

“You wouldn’t!” I gasp, pausing in midflight. “Oh my god, that’s so wrong!”

“Fucked-up up is our middle name, sweetheart,” Brandon grins. “But why don’t we make a bet, and if you win, you get to leave, and we’ll never mention what happened again. If we win though, you stay.”

I stare at them.

“What bet?” I ask in a slow tone. “Somehow I get the feeling that the field’s not level.”

“The field is never level,” Brent smirks, so confident and yet arrogant that I wish I could slap him and then kiss that mobile mouth. “Take it from two football players. There’s always something going on with the pitch.”

“But do you agree?” his brother adds, one black brow raised.

“Or should we go straight to the student newspaper with the news that co-eds at Western are moonlighting as escorts? I’m sure they’ll appreciate the scoop.

Plus, we’ll make sure that you’re portrayed as an escort, and not something like a paid companion or dinner partner.

We want to be upfront and truthful when tipping off reporters. ”

“It’ll probably be the biggest scoop of their lives,” Brent adds.

“Can’t wait to see that headline. What would it be?

Hmmm, Western Girls like to Ride ‘Em Cowboy. Or: Buck Naked Ladies Under the Influence of Yellowstone . I don’t know.

I’m not a writer, so I’m sure there are catchier phrases out there. I’m just spit-balling.”

I sputter, completely angry and yet horrified too because how would I deny their claims? Oh my god, this has gotten so out of hand.

“Fine,” I grit through clenched teeth. “What’s the bet?”

The twins look at each other and smile. Again, their grins are dazzling and yet they’re so arrogant and sure of themselves that I wish I could tackle them to the ground and bang their heads against the floor before getting on those twin cocks and riding them hard.

Oooh, it would be the perfect stress relief, even if I embarrassed myself in the process.

But Brandon and Brent merely smile again.

“The bet is simple, sweet girl. If you’re wearing panties right now, then you get to quit, no harm no foul.

But if your bare pussy is sweet and wet underneath that skirt, then you belong to us,” Brandon says in a smooth tone, the flare in his blue eyes the only giveaway that he’s excited. “So what’ll it be?”

I pause, trembling like a butterfly because of course, I already know the outcome.

“Fine,” I say in a barely tolerant voice. “But this is blackmail!”

“We never said it wasn’t,” Brent smirks, sitting up as his cock hardens. Oh god, it’s growing before my very eyes, and to my horror, I’m already wet beneath the stiff denim of my skirt. My thighs are slick with need and my breasts grow heavy and tender beneath the soft pink fabric of my cardigan.

“Show us, baby girl,” Brandon hisses, his blue eyes focused on the dark vee between my thighs. “Prove to us that you’re a dirty girl, and your secret will be safe.”

What choice do I have but to agree? Slowly, I drop my knapsack to the ground before gently pulling up the hem to my skirt. Oh my god, is this really happening? But judging from the twins’ aroused gazes, it definitely is ... and even more, I want it.