Chapter 15
Barrett
T he doorbell rings, and I look over at my friend.
“Ready?”
To be honest, Cross looks a little nervous, which is unusual for the CEO.
Then again, this is an unusual situation for both of us because our lives took an unexpected turn after meeting Misty two years ago.
After all, my friend wasn’t lying when he told her that she was “the one that got away.” She was a breath of fresh air that made us see just how fucked-up we’d become.
I was repulsed by myself, to be honest, and immediately took myself to the doctor to be tested for STDs because I realized I was probably a walking bag of germs.
Fortunately, the tests came back negative, but I didn’t want to pick up where I left off.
Instead, Cross and I changed our lifestyles.
We didn’t do some male version of Eat, Pray, Love , nor did we become ascetics chanting on a Himalayan clifftop.
But we did swear off women for a bit, just to get clean.
It was like going cold turkey for a drug user.
Tough at first, but worth it in the end.
To be honest, I’m not sure how I’ve lasted as long as I have because I’ve been addicted to pussy since I was fourteen.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve cheated on multiple women over the years too, breaking hearts and leaving women sobbing in puddles on the floor.
It stopped for a while after I met the mother of my sons, but sure enough, my pussy addiction came roaring to the fore after a couple years of good behavior.
The old Barrett was back, and after my wife found out, we divorced.
It was the right thing to happen, for both Carla and for me.
She had enough self-respect to demand a divorce, and I had enough respect for her to make it worth her while.
Let’s just say that Carla walked away a very wealthy woman, and is now dating some dude ten years her junior who makes her happy. Good for her.
But after I was legally single once again, I jumped into the dating pool with both feet.
Actually, “dating” is a euphemism for how I acted, which is fucking women left and right with little care for their health, emotions, or sanity.
Hell, I didn’t even know their names sometimes.
I was ordering them off various websites like a man ordering take-out online. God bless the internet.
Even worse, I got into it with my buddy Cross.
Sure, we’d shared women before, but that shit happened back when we were in college, and dead drunk.
But it happened by chance again a couple years ago, and we realized we were still into it.
We enjoy ravishing a young female body, watching as she takes dick on two ends.
We like squeezing our rods into her hungry holes, cramming her full as her eyes go wide with shock.
We like watching her creaminess overflow with our spunk because the fucked-up shit is what turns us on.
Even better, Misty was all of those things and more because she’s a woman with her mind in the gutter, but with the personality of an angel.
It’s crazy. I never thought we’d meet someone so sweet and innocent, and yet feisty and sassy too.
She gives as good as she gets, and as we watched her get into a car that fateful day, Cross and I knew we’d fucked up.
“Oh shit,” he growled, his blue eyes staring at the back of her head as the vehicle started. “Have we fucked up?”
“We definitely have,” I rasped, my eyes literally tearing a bit as the car begins to move. “But there’s another girl coming in fifteen, and we can’t stop this train. Fuck fuck fuck!”
It’s true too. Candace arrived not ten minutes after Misty departed, and the brunette was slutty as hell, but as dumb as a bag of rocks.
This time, however, the lack of intelligence was tiresome, and we packed Candace off within the hour.
Then, we canceled the rest of the girls we had booked.
Yeah, the original plan had been to fuck as much pussy and ass as humanly possible, jetting spunk into dozens of creamy female holes.
But somehow, without Misty, it was pointless.
We’d lost our desire for nameless, faceless sex, and thus began the change.
The world didn’t see our transformation because there was nothing to give it away.
We went to the same restaurants, and frequented the same cigar bars.
We never quit our jobs, and continued to lead our respective firms as Masters of the Universe.
But on the inside, a sea change was happening.
I stopped going to sex clubs, and stopped dialing the numbers in my little black book.
Cross even went to therapy, he was so intent on becoming a better version of himself.
The steps we took towards self-actualization were fucking mind-blowing.
Moreover, I have to think that there’s karma in the world because now, after two years of intensive internal labor, Misty’s come back into our lives.
It’s as if the gods put her in the right place at the right time, and I’m more than grateful.
I’m awed at the timing, the coincidence, and most of all, I’m awed by the woman herself.
She’s had our child, and has ripened into a sweet, fertile woman with strength, intelligence, and sass.
Actually, she always had these attributes – we were just too fucking dumb to put a ring on it while we had the chance.
But now, maybe we’re getting a second chance.
“Don’t fuck this up,” I growl to my buddy. He nods and smooths the expression on his face.
“I won’t.”
Then, I open the door to my mansion and the curvy girl stands before us.
She’s gorgeous, of course, with her blonde hair lying in waves over her shoulders, and wearing a sundress that highlights that big bust, narrow waist, and wide hips.
Her long legs end in cute sandals, and she looks at us a bit nervously.
“Hi,” Misty says. “Am I early?”
I shake my head.
“No, you’re right on time, sweetheart. Welcome to mi casa .”
She steps inside and gasps because I live in a ten thousand square foot mansion on the edge of Minneapolis.
We’re in a double-height foyer that leads to a triple-height living room decked out with a giant chandelier, priceless artwork on the walls, as well as luxe furniture in soothing shades of grey.
“Hey Misty,” Cross greets in a low voice, his blue eyes taking in every inch of our delectable girl. “How are you?”
“Good,” she murmurs with a sweet smile. “But this place is amazing, Barrett. It’s quite the set-up.”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, it was big when my sons were still at home, but now they’re gone, and I’m rattling around like bones in an empty shoebox. It’s ridiculous. I should downsize.”
“No, don’t!” Misty breathes, her eyes still wide as she takes in the view of the massive lawn and pool outside. “It’s beautiful.”
I grin.
“Thanks, honey. Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?”
She shakes her head before lowering herself to a couch and sitting primly with her knees crossed. Damn, this woman is beautiful. The vee of her dress highlights that generous bust, and I’d do anything to push the fabric aside before latching on to one of her pink teats.
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.