Their Good Girl: An MFM Fertile First Time Story

She thought she'd find one nice guy in town. Fate doubled the order.

I drove four hundred miles to my late grandmother's lake cabin with no degree, no plan, and one stubborn secret—at twenty-one, I've never been touched and still waiting for my life to start.

Then two trucks pull up at dawn.

Theo is the lean, silver-templed ranger with a smile that undoes me. Mose is the quiet carpenter who looks at me like he already knows I'm his. They were Grandma's Sunday breakfast guests, and apparently, she asked them to look after me—in every way.

One taste of being their good girl, and I'm ready to beg for it.