Page 43 of Mountain Wood

Sounds like heaven to me.

Not to mention said big, lumberjack has a dick that altered my brain chemistry last night. And rearranged my organs.

I love that for me.

But Mason and Jackson aren’t going to approve. They can’t seem to get it through their heads that I’m a grown woman and not a baby anymore. Mason dotes on me all the time. Jackson isn’t much better, but he bullies me more than spoils me. If they find out I’m up here, they’ll have a helicopter lift me out.

Which… isn’t a bad option if things go wrong with me and Dean and I need leave earlier than spring.

Huh. That’s a great plan, actually.

Fuck a lumberjack all winter and if it goes south… fly out and never return.

Easy peasy.

You know you don’t need an escape plan, Grace. Dean’s perfect.

“Yeah, I know,” I say to myself. “It’s good to be prepared though, right?”

Right.

Time to get to work. I didn’t post anything new last night, which means I’ve got to make up for it today. I usually schedule posts in advance, but I’ve been making them on the fly since I arrived. My drive and creativity are already petering out though. I’d much rather relax and enjoy myself for a few days before diving back into the next paid partnership I have scheduled.

When I log into the first app, I’m still in my dump account instead of my verified one. Hitting thefindfeature, I immediately click onMountainWoodin the search history.

Wow, Grace, obsessed much?

My pussy pouts when there isn’t anything new from Dean.

Logging out of my dump account, I go into my main one and upload a new video I’d made yesterday. There’s over three hundred thousand notifications and my eyes cross while I sift through them.

I used to try to reply to as many as possible, but it got overwhelming quickly, so now I just pick about ten random ones to answer and have a link to my email for inquiries. It should have streamlined things for me, but many companies still use these other platforms to reach out first. It’s annoying to filter through my DMs all the time.

A new text suddenly pops up, derailing me.

Nicole: Hey girl. How are you?

Guilt gnaws at me because yesterday my bestie called while I was having lunch with Dean and Nick, and I pushed her to voicemail. She knows I haven’t been in a great headspace lately. We’ve both stepped back a little, only checking in when we think it’s necessary.

I love that about Nicole. She’s the perfect best friend. Not too clingy, not too distant. Respectful, fun, and has a heart of gold. She doesn’t get offended when I ghost her for weeks at a time, and I appreciate her patience with me.

Grace: Doing okay. You?

Nicole: Living the dream.

Yes, she is. Nicole’s with two men who dote on her every second of every day and I love that for all three of them.

Nicole: What are you up to?

Grace: Chilling in the mountains.

Nicole: Without me? The audacity.

Grace: Just needed space between me and the Finch life.

Nicole: You mean your horrid mother?

Grace: Yup.

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