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)
But first, we have to talk. Misty clears her throat, blushing a little.
“So thanks for meeting me,” she murmurs.
“It’s no problem,” Cross drawls, his big form relaxed on a couch facing her. “Is everything okay?”
She swallows, her slender throat rippling with the movement.
“Oh yes, the baby’s fine. It’s just that ... well, I wanted to apologize,” she says quickly. “I judged you without really knowing you.”
I shoot her a surprised look.
“How so?”
She swallows again, looking a bit uncomfortable.
“I guess I assumed a lot of things about you.”
“Such as?” I growl.
Misty flushes beautifully.
“Well, that you use women, and that you’re ruthless and uncaring—”
“You wouldn’t be wrong, sweetheart,” Cross rasps. “We are all of those things and worse.”
Misty blushes again.
“I know. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I didn’t think change was possible. When you told me that I was the one who got away, I immediately wrote it off as bullshit. It was self-protective, but I also realize that I might have been wrong.”
I frown a bit, crossing my arms over my broad chest.
“And what made you change your mind?”
Misty blushes again.
“Well, I went on Sweet Lies and saw that Mountain_Daddy hasn’t logged in in two years. I figured that was a telling bit of information because if you were still living a hedonic lifestyle, then you’d still be using the site.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Yes, but maybe we’re using another site now. Maybe Mountain_Daddy’s on five other sites, and maybe we’re planning an orgy at the mansion as soon as you leave.”
Misty nods, her expression a bit troubled.
“Yes, I thought of that, but I want to believe in something different. I want to believe in something better, and that means your commitment to being fathers to my child. I want us to be co-parents who work together to make Sylvester’s life comfortable and sweet. I want the best for my son.”
“Of course,” Cross drawls, his big form seemingly relaxed on the couch. But I can tell from the set of his shoulders that he’s listening intently. “We’re absolutely committed to raising Sylvester together. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of our son’s life. But is there more?” he queries, his features bronzed and handsome. “Or were you only concerned with the parenting?”
Misty flushes again, a fetching pink.
“Well, I’d like to see if you’d like to begin a relationship again,” she murmurs, stumbling over the words. “Only if you’re interested, of course. I wouldn’t pressure you into anything, and we can definitely take things slow.”
I exchange a look with Cross before we both get up and sit on either side of the curvy girl, our hulking forms dominating her small one.
“Misty, sweetheart, there would be nothing that makes us happier,” I intone in a deep voice, taking one of her small hands in mine.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” Cross rasps. “We weren’t keeping tabs on you over the years or anything like that. But we’ve been going through a period of intense self-reflection, and I think we’re ready to come out of it now. With you, as the third in our relationship. You are the sun around which we revolve, and Barrett and I absolutely want a relationship with you.”
“A romantic one?” Misty asks in a small voice, tears forming on her lashes. “One that’s real, and not just about sex?”
“No, it won’t just be about sex,” I growl, leaning forward to catch her plush pout with my own. “Don’t get me wrong because there will be plenty of rancid loving, but for the right reasons this time.”
Cross nods his agreement before catching Misty’s mouth in a deep kiss of his own.
“We crave you, Misty Earnshaw,” he rasps. “And it’s time to turn this fling into the real thing. Will you be our girlfriend?” he queries. “The mother to our child, and the center of our worlds? Barrett and I are ready to get on our knees and beg, if that’s what you want.”
“Oh no, that’s not necessary!” Misty cries before embracing us both as tears pour down her cheeks. “This is what I want. Thank you, and yes, we’ll figure it out with love, romance, sex, and everything in between.”
With that, we claim the curvy girl as ours with sweet kisses, hot touches, and tender hearts. After all, Misty’s always been ours, ever since she set foot in the cabin. Once upon a time, she was a poor co-ed serving two men in a desperate bid to make ends meet. But now, we’re the men servicing her ... and gladly, with adoration and love.
EPILOGUE
Misty
Sylvester giggles as he reaches for Cross.
“Dada,” he burbles. “Dada, Dada!”
My huge boyfriend sweeps the baby up in his arms before kissing the child on one chubby cheek.
“Hey Little Silly,” he growls. “Are you being a silly monster today?”
Sylvester drools and babbles again.