Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I went to a party hosted in a remote cabin by the fraternity Sigma Epsilon Chi. Yes, the name spells S*X in Greek letters. Yes, I knew it was a bad idea from the get go.
But from bad ideas come filthy outcomes ...
Because I met handsome twins at the party with penetrating blue eyes, chests like granite slabs, and clubs that hang down to their knees.
Now, the gorgeous twins claim me with their huge size every day ...
... and I love every minute of it!
Cindy’s a sweet and innocent young girl. She was never supposed to be at our filthy frat party because she was just “subbing for a friend” that night.
But the innocent ones always turn out to be the most fun...
And soon, the curvy girl’s moaning our names as she’s stretched by our huge size ... to her limits!
OMG, is this for real? This is a follow-up to Double Mountain Men, where we catch up with Barrett’s hunky twin sons. Who says huge size can’t be inherited? Yes, Brent and Brandon are chips off the old block and even more, they share their dad’s habits because they ALSO bring a young woman to the cabin for filthy, sassy times! But things go off the rails because the gorgeous twins unexpectedly lose their hearts to a beautiful young woman, only to discover that their so-called plaything isn’t just a woman of the night ... she’s also a curvy, intelligent tutor who ends up schooling THEM! My, how the tables have turned! Grab an ice-cold drink because this tale will leave you steamy and panting for more! All of my stories are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA and hot MFM action guaranteed
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1
Cindy
“No, Kiki. Absolutely not. I couldn’t possibly,” I frown.
My best friend and roommate shoots me a pleading look, and to my consternation, there are literally tears in her eyes.
“Please, Cindy,” she begs. “I really need to study and I can’t go out tonight. You know this exam is going to be hard because you’ve taken this class before, and you know what’s on the line if I don’t pass. My entire life!”
I let out a small huff because in fact, I do know what Kiki’s up against. We’re both veterinary science majors at Western University, and I’ve taken the class she’s studying for now – Intro to Bovine Anatomy. And yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s knowing the insides of a cow so well that you could practically butcher the poor animal, tend to one of its wounds, or help them deliver a calf. More likely, it’s all of the above because a successful vet treats animals through all phases of life.
Plus, Intro to Bovine Anatomy is a critical course for our major because as vets, Kiki and I plan on seeing a lot of cows. We’re not planning to be the type of vets that open up a shop in a small town, with the majority of our clients cats, dogs, rabbits, and birds. Instead, we’re planning to become livestock veterinarians, who care for a multitude of animals including cattle, swine, goats and sheep. So yes, Intro to Bovine Anatomy is critical to our careers, and I understand when my roommate says she needs to hit the books with a vengeance.
But still, it’s Friday night, so why can’t Kiki just relax tonight, and then go hard over the weekend? I give her a serious look while planting my fists in my hips.
“Ki, it’s fine. You have more than two days to prepare,” I say in stern tone. “That’s more than enough time.”
To my consternation, Kiki really does begin to cry then, her face going blotchy as big tears roll down her cheeks.
“I know that I have exactly fifty-eight hours until my exam on Monday morning. But I need all fifty-eight hours!” she blubbers, her words coming out between heaving sobs. “I’ve calculated that I need an hour for the chuck, another hour for the ribs, another hour for the brisket, thirty minutes for the shank—”
I cut her off.
“Kiki, you’re losing it,” I say in a gentle tone. “You’re speaking like a barbecue pit specialist and not a veterinarian. You know that we don’t use words like “brisket” and “chuck.” The correct anatomical terms are withers, back, pin, and thigh.”
“See?” Kiki bawls, her face tomato red now as tears course down her cheeks. “I’m losing it, which is why I need you to show up in my place tonight! I need to budget in some sleep in addition to my studying, otherwise, I’m absolutely going to fail on Monday. Please, Cindy, please! I’m begging you.”
Then, to my horror, my beautiful blonde friend slides off her desk chair and collapses on her knees on our dorm room floor. She clasps her hand in front of her chest before addressing me through shaking, violent sobs.