Chapter 7
Cross
S hit, I almost thought she was going to say no.
I almost believed that Misty was going to turn and run the moment Barrett showed his ugly mug, although I’m not sure how she’d get off the mountain.
Sure, she has cute sneakers on her feet, as well as a comfortable sweatshirt and tight jeans that hug those wide hips.
But the problem is that there’s nowhere to go for miles around.
Now that Misty’s here, she’s stuck until we say so . .. whether she realizes it or not.
Still, we’re taking things slow. There’s no sense in spooking the young woman because she just got here.
In fact, Brett acts like everything’s fine.
My buddy strolls over to the kitchen before bending to open the oven.
Delicious smells waft towards us, and both Misty and I inhale with appreciation as he pulls green beans, baked sweet potatoes, and Cornish game hens from the oven.
“You made this?” Misty breathes, her eyes astonished as she sits at the table.
Brett nods, satisfaction on his roughhewn features.
“Sure did. All mountain men can cook,” he winks. “We don’t have someone here to do it for us, so we have to fend for ourselves.”
The pretty girl giggles.
“Otherwise, you’d be eating cereal morning, noon, and night.”
“Not even cereal because that requires milk,” I say in a low rasp, seating myself next to her. “We’d probably survive on just granola bars and trail mix. You know, one less ingredient to worry about.”
Misty lets out another melodious laugh, the tone so sweet and appealing that Barrett and I share a look.
Fuck, she’s a thousand times better than what we imagined.
On screen, she was utterly ravishing with her long blonde hair and lush curves.
But now in person, we can see that the camera didn’t do Misty justice.
Big breasts push against her loose sweatshirt, and her bottom is round and curvy, just the way we like.
Plus, her blue eyes are wide and innocent, paired with a small, ski-slope nose and a plush pink pout that begs to be kissed.
Oh fuck, we’ve hit the jackpot, and my cock’s already punching at the fly of my jeans.
But we have to keep things on an even keel before going in for the kill, so I act nonchalant while serving the food.
“So as you can see, Barr—, I mean Brett, is visiting,” I say, correcting myself swiftly. Fuck! I have to keep our fake names in place.
“Visiting,” Misty hums with a secret smile at us. “What does that mean?”
Brett shoots the young woman a serious look.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart, and when Chris told me about you, I had to see for myself. So here I am.”
Misty throws him an arch look.
“Is it really that simple though?”
He’s about to reply, but then he shakes his dark head slowly.
“No. I was on the call that night. I saw you, sweetheart, and I couldn’t resist. You were so beautiful that I twisted this fucker’s arm until he agreed to let me join for the weekend.”
Somehow, Misty doesn’t seem surprised.
“Oh? And what did you see that you liked?”
Brett looks a bit stupefied, his handsome features puzzled.
“Everything, sweetheart. I loved everything you did, and the way you applied lipstick was utterly sexy. I ... I mean, we want to get to know you better.”
Misty smiles mysteriously, very Mona Lisa-like.
“Yes, but what’s in it for me?” she purrs. “After all, I thought this would be a private weekend with Chris, but now there are two of you! This is all very sudden, and I don’t know how it’s going to turn out.”
My internal alarm goes off because I can sense what Misty’s hinting at. Fortunately, we have more than enough, and I nod.
“Let’s make it fifty thousand for the weekend,” I say in a smooth tone. “Would that satisfy you?”
Misty purses her lips for a moment to think, and my heart drops.
Not because we don’t have the money, but because I’m disappointed that payment is an issue for her.
I wish that she wanted to sleep with us because she’s attracted to us, and doesn’t want to fuck for money.
But then, that’s me talking out of the side of my mouth because that’s why we’re here too.
We’re going to pay Misty a shit ton of cash so that she leaves the cabin without complaint after we’re done, and then we’ll never see the young woman again.
So should I feel disappointed? Obviously not, because I’m here for the same reasons. I scold myself internally as Misty bites her lip and then nods.
“Fifty thousand it is,” she murmurs in a soft voice.
“And we’ll add my name to the NDA,” Barrett says in a smooth tone.
“Of course,” she nods. “I signed so much paperwork before coming here that I’m surprised there isn’t more.”
“No, it’s fine,” I rasp. “I’ll get Sweet Lies to adjust the agreements, and it’ll be done in a flash. No big deal. But tell me about yourself,” I invite. “How did you come to Sweet Lies?”
Misty lets out another peal of laughter, so melodious that Brett and I share another look. Shit, she really is an angel.
“Well, this isn’t very sexy, but I’m a student and I need money for school. Education is expensive these days.”
I frown.
“Do they not offer student loans anymore? Or grants?”
“Oh no, I’m getting plenty of help,” Misty says in a slow tone. “I have a scholarship that covers my tuition, and I’m on work-study too, with a job at the science center. But it’s not quite enough, so I turned to Sweet Lies to make ends meet.”
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.