Page 17 of Double XL Mountain Men
The twins shrug.
“A little butter isn’t going to kill anyone,” Brandon drawls while crunching into his own slice of garlic bread.
“Besides, we burn so many calories that part of the challenge is getting enough food into our gut,” Brent adds. “As athletes, we’re torching five to ten thousand calories a day, so a little butter could actually help us by providing additional fuel.”
I nod seriously.
“And the draft is soon, right? In the next few weeks?”
The twins nod, their expressions contemplative as they pause.
“It is, and we have something to ask you, sweetheart,” Brent growls while setting his fork down.
My heart pounds as my eyes go wide. Oh my god, what are they going to say? I know the draft is a big event, where players are usually accompanied by friends, family, and significant others. But it would be a huge step for us because we haven’t even gone public with our relationship yet. Is this the time? Is this what they’re getting at? My heart pounds as my two lovers gaze at me with piercing blue eyes.
“We’d love for you to attend the draft as our guest,” Brent says in a serious tone.
“It’s a big day for us, and we want you to be there, Cindy.”
I stare.
“But will people talk?” I whisper, my pulse racing. “I mean, they’re going to realize that you’re dating me, right? And that I’m dating both of you? Are you ready for that?”
The twins merely shrug and grin.
“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. But I think you’re overthinking it, sweetheart, because I don’t think the wider audience really cares about whom we’re dating or how many girls we’re dating either. You know some of the other dudes are Muslim, right, and that per their religion, they’re allowed to take four wives simultaneously?”
I stare.
“Yes, but not in the United States. They don’t do that here.”
The twins shrug.
“You’d be surprised. No one trumpets it, of course, because that would be asking for trouble. But there are absolutely professional athletes who have more than one wife. Maybe it’snot legally recognized by the United States government, but their wives know each other and the men have multiple children by multiple women who seem to get along. It’s just a different culture.”
I stare at my handsome lovers.
“But does the NFL know about these plural marriages?”
Brandon shrugs, unconcerned.
“I’m sure they do, but they don’t really care as long as you don’t wave it in their faces. They’re interested in football, period, and what you can deliver on the field. A championship ring is much more interesting than a man’s private life, especially when he’s living it honorably in accordance with his religious mores.”
I pause, stunned.
“Wow. So you don’t think anyone would be scandalized if they realized I’m dating both of you?”
Brent throws me a lopsided grin, showing off his dimple.
“Who cares what they think?”
His brother nods in agreement.
“Again, coaches and owners are more interested in stats, bidding, contracts, money, and Shedeur Sanders. Trust me, that fucker’s going down.”
I nod.
“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about Shedeur and his dad. It’s kind of a strange situation.”
