Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
... those are my ovaries exploding!
But is he massive down THERE too?
I want to know!
Grace thinks I’m a local dude, but it’s a ruse. I came here to oversee the construction of my mansion by the lake, and I’m pretending to be a lumberjack while overseeing the build. But hey, if a pretty young thing wants to hop in my bed and tear up the sheets, then who am I to say no? But Gracie better hold on tight because when she gets a taste of my massive axe ...
... she’ll be on her hands and knees ...
... squealing and panting ...
... begging for more as she experiences HUGE SIZE for the first time!
Get out your favorite toys because this one is going to make you squirm! Okay, I promise there’s actually a plot :) because there’s far more to this story than a hunky mountain man and the curvy girl he adores. Braden Rockwell is a billionaire masquerading as a lumberjack, and Gracie loses her heart during her first time with a growly, gruff alpha male packing the kind of heat she craves! Say yes to passionate romance that threads together age gap attraction, a sassy curvy girl, and the fierce exterior of a possessive mountain man who protects what belongs to him. Click “Read” to enjoy this story now! This tale is a follow-up to The Mountain Man’s Secret Baby and Sold On Valentine’s Day, but all of my stories can be read as standalones. HEA guaranteed.
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1
Braden
Thunk! goes my axe on the log. Thunk, thunk, thunk!
The wood splinters into two with a satisfying crack, and I put my tool down before wiping the sweat from my brow. It’s a gorgeous day in the El Dorado Forest, and I blink in the afternoon sunshine. The smell of pine wafts through the air, and birds chirp in the trees. I can hear the skitter of animal feet in the underbrush, but yes, the underbrush is lacking, as are the trees. These aren’t old-growth monsters that have been here for decades with thick trunks and branches reaching up to the sky. Instead, the area south of Lake Tahoe was ravaged by a fire a couple years ago, and the re-growth is new. The trees are actually saplings with puny branches that resemble twigs. The bushes are still somewhat sparse, and the shrubs that used to form a thicket are bare and spindly.
But at least there is re-growth. After the fire, this place looked like the fucking apocalypse. Everything was incinerated by the fire, and the land was charred and smoldering, smoke drifting in grey wisps through the air. Hell, the air itself was toxic and it was weeks before you could walk this area without goggles and protective covering. But in the years since, the greenery and wildlife have recovered. What can I say? Mother Nature is powerful and resilient, and the forest is starting to look the way it once did.
Of course, I took advantage of the situation. My ability to manipulate bad set-ups to my benefit has made me into a billionaire, and this was no exception because I started buying land like there was no tomorrow. I got shit at the rock-bottom prices because no one wanted to be here after the catastrophe. There was no water, no gas, no heat, and no sewage for ages as city government tried to sort itself out. Hell, even bare land was going for next to nothing because there was simply no infrastructure, not to mention the lack of community.
But things worked out because they had to. The Lake Tahoe area is too beautiful for the nation to ignore, and has a storied history as a wealthy recreation area for summer and winter guests. It’s gorgeous and the El Dorado is a part of a protected reserve, worthy of investment and intention. As a result, the government eventually got its shit together, and reconstruction began.
So yeah, I swooped in like a fucking vulture and purchased multiple tracts of land. The crown jewel of my new portfolio is an expansive piece of property on the south shore of the lake. I didn’t even bother to visit, to be honest, because the photos were enough. There were acres of charred, smoking rubble, with one small shack that had curiously been left untouched at the edge of the property. I put in an offer, and surprise, surprise, it was the only one the sellers received given the recent catastrophe. After the deed changed hands, I immediately began to formulate my plan.
My new house is going to be big, and by ‘big’ I mean fucking huge. I’m building a ten thousand square foot mansion complete with an indoor gym, a pool in the basement, a sauna, a billiards room, and even a small movie theater with layback seats. There will be six bedrooms and seven baths, and a palatial living room with floor to ceiling views of the lake outside. Of course, the lake is surrounded by a forest that’s still puny at the moment, but it’ll re-grow. It just takes time and patience.
But constructing a house from scratch is a bitch, and the only way to do it is to stay on top of the project. I have a great guy in charge, but I find that being here myself makes a difference. So I try to find the time to come out from Vegas to keep an eye on things. It’s fucking sad, but sometimes the boss has to be present. Hell, I don’t even supervise. I just show up, and my mere presence seems to make the workers move a little faster. They’re more energetic, and shit actually gets done. Human nature fucking sucks sometimes, but there you go.
Fortunately, I’m able to live in the small cabin when I’m on premises. It’s fine. It’s not luxury, but then again, I enjoy the rustic life on occasion. The one bedroom is secluded away from the main house, with just one bath and a utility kitchen, but again, it’s fine for a single dude. I don’t need much, and I certainly don’t need glitter and glamor 24/7.
After all, I’m rich as fuck. Not the “m-word” as in “millionaire” or even “multi-millionaire,” but the “b-word” as in “billionaire.” My brother Mason and I started a business back when the tech industry was in its infancy. Duality Technologies is a platform where users can share short text messages, images, and videos in short posts limited to about two hundred and eighty characters. The platform also includes direct messaging, video and audio calling, bookmarks, lists, communities, a chatbot, job search, and a social audio feature. About ten percent of our users account for ninety percent of our activity, but that’s the reality of social media. Riches and reward accrue to the few, and in my case, it’s certainly been true. Duality has made Mason and I wealthy men, and when you get to my level of success, money frankly loses its meaning.