Chapter 18
Eighteen
Bree
I wake up boiling hot. Like, so hot I want to crawl out of my skin to escape it. I’m wedged in on my front and back sides by soft fur, but the bodies underneath that fur are incredibly warm.
Not to mention the one behind me, whose arms are wrapped tight around my middle, is getting a not-so-insignificant hard-on. It rubs against my ass as I open my eyes, and the hands around my waist pull me in even closer, grinding that prominent erection against me.
Now my entire body is on fire, down to my pussy. When I blink, I find Mangelli’s tawny fur in front of me, which means the one behind me is… Jack.
Jack’s the one huffing in his sleep while he relentlessly pushes his cock between my butt cheeks. One of his big hands slides up my belly to my breasts, where he rubs my nipple over my sleep shirt. I can’t help making a tiny sound at the sudden stimulation, and abruptly, the hand freezes.
“Fuck,” Jack whispers. “I’m so sorry.” The hands immediately leave me, and he pulls away as he rolls over onto his back.
But I truly didn’t mind. In fact, waking up in his arms was great, besides the part where I’m so hot I feel like I might melt.
So I disengage from Mangelli’s sleepy embrace and turn over to face Jack. He stares up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling quickly with his breaths. His hand is gripped into a fist like he’s trying hard to keep it to himself.
“Hey,” I whisper, placing my hand on top of his. “It’s all right.”
“It’s not. You just went through a serious life event, and I—”
He cuts himself off, gritting his teeth. I snuggle closer, trying to ease the tension and show him I enjoyed our closeness.
“And you what?” I prompt.
“I haven’t had the chance to even kiss you yet.” Jack rubs a hand down his face. “And here I am, rubbing my dick all over you.”
“I liked it.” I especially liked that he did it in his sleep, so I know his subconscious is interested. “We could remedy the kiss thing.”
Jack blinks down at me with wide eyes, and the crease I’m so used to seeing in his brow has smoothed out. I scoot closer in the bed, then boldly, I slide my hand down his fuzzy chest and abdomen. He inhales sharply and his square pupils dilate, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Bree…” he begins, and by the uncertain tone of his voice, I wonder if he’s going to tell me off. But then he puts his hand on mine and curls his fingers around it. “I’ve wanted to talk to you about something for a while, but I didn’t know how to start.”
“What is it?” I’m a tad nervous about where this is going, but it must be important. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry.” He turns his head away, like this is a difficult subject to broach. “I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was reacting out of fear and hurt.”
I draw back. “You had every reason to be hurt.”
But he keeps my hand firmly encased in his as he shakes his head.
“Yes and no. I lashed out at you when you weren’t the enemy.
And I want to explain why. Not so that you’ll forgive me.
It’s just…” He swallows. “I want us to understand each other. I want to tell you, so you know the baggage that comes with me.”
I wonder what kind of baggage he could mean. So I stroke his fur some more and say, “If it’s important to you, then I want to hear it.”
Jack nods. “Many years ago, before I met Bennett and Arthur, I was engaged to a woman. Marilee. She… meant the world to me.”
He closes his eyes as he continues, like this memory is painful.
“I was so excited to start my herd with her, to see where our love could take us. I wanted to have fawns with her and spend the rest of our lives together. She told me she wanted that, too.”
Jack pauses, his eyes still closed, his jaw tense.
“But it was a lie. All of it. I supported her through graduate school, believing we had a limitless future together. The entire time, she was sleeping with one of her professors. Promising him the same thing she promised me. But I was the one who could pay for her school, so…”
I think I have an idea where this is going, and so I grip his hand tighter in mine.
“The day she graduated, Marilee left. She didn’t even tell me to my face, just spelled it out in a note on the dining room table. She had been lying to me for years.”
Jack opens his eyes again, and there are streaks of red through the whites.
“I felt like I would never be the same again after that. But then I met these two”—he nods at the satyrs sleeping beside us—“and found love and trust again. Still, I held what Marilee did to me too close. I let it color my view of the entire world, including you.”
I understand much better now why he reacted the way he did. It was a scabbed-over wound that got violently reopened.
“Thank you,” I whisper to him, leaning down to rest my head on his chest. “Thank you for telling me this, Jack. That must have been painful.”
“It’s no excuse for how I treated you.”
“No, but like you said, I get you now.” His heart beats quickly under my ear, like he’s tensed and waiting for my reply. “And I want that. I want to know you better.”
Abruptly, Jack rolls onto his side so we’re facing one another, and his head lowers until our mouths are only inches apart. His brown eyes are intense, focused only on me.
“I would like…” he begins, hesitant, “to try that kiss now.”
I grin, lean forward, and press my lips to his. Jack’s hand curls around my hip, his body relaxing under my touch as we dive into each other.
Now I’m completely awake. His chest is soft under my hands, but the muscle is hard and distinct, and I bury my fingers in his fur as he kisses me harder.
My thighs rub together as the place between my legs gets the message, and it’s like a sleeping creature has woken up again.
When Jack’s tongue coasts over my lips, my desire emerges from its hibernation and I wrap my arms around his neck, my body now flush with his and my tits squished between us.
His fingers dig into my ass as he deepens the kiss, demanding that I open for him.
I like his quiet dominance, how he doesn’t ask, but commands. And my mouth obeys, parting to let him in as his palms coast up and down my back, over my thighs and butt. His erection is even more noticeable against my abdomen, pressing insistently while we gravitate closer and closer together.
Damn, he’s a good kisser. Our tongues wind around one another, and my leg is suddenly slung over his hip.
His hand slides up and down the inside of my thigh like he’s thinking about touching me but doesn’t want to cross the line.
I know it’s foolish, that whatever we have is new and young and we shouldn’t push it, but I desperately want to be touched.
It’s a good feeling to know I still have this in me, that I’m not a barren wasteland.
“Mmm?” a voice says—Mangelli’s voice. “What’s going on over here?”
Jack and I hastily pull apart.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Mangelli says, and I feel hands slide around my waist. “Please, keep going.”
But Jack is already in motion. He slips away and springs out of the bed, his cock tenting his boxers. “Gotta piss,” he says, and hurries out the door while Bennett groans sleepily.
“Aw.” Mangelli hugs me against him, his big spoon to my little spoon. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare him off.”
Might have been for the better. Now I know Jack isn’t ready for more, and I’m not sure that I am, either.
Mangelli gives me a kiss on the top of my head before hopping out of bed, which leaves me with Bennett, who’s struggling back to consciousness. Bennett grabs me before I can escape and hauls me in, bundling me up with him under the blankets.
“Don’ wanna get up,” he mumbles, holding me like a stuffed animal.
“Bennett’s always like this in the morning,” says Mangelli as he hunts around the closet for his clothes. “Hates waking up more than anything.”
That’s cute. I let Bennett cuddle me a while longer before Jack pads down the hallway, calling out, “Time to get up!”
Bennett groans and releases me, and then we’re all out of bed and getting ready for the day.
“That was wonderful,” Mangelli says as we head out the front door, and Bennett locks up behind us. “I loved sleeping next to you.”
Jack stands nearby, scratching the back of his head. He won’t look directly at me, like he’s embarrassed. So I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, bold as I can, hoping he’ll understand that I’m still interested in him even in the light of day.
“Thank you,” I murmur against his chest, and after a moment’s hesitation, Jack hugs me back.
“Always.”
Bennett
After having Bree over, I feel reborn. New. Fresh. Excited for the future.
I think we really, really needed this.
We all decide to give her some space until she reaches out to us again, but things at home get better immediately. We’re all in brighter moods the following day. Jack remarks that the bed still smells like her, and I catch him sniffing the pillow later.
Arthur told me he caught Jack and Bree making out. That’s a very positive sign.
Even better, all of our sex drives have been triggered at once.
The next night, before we’ve even had dinner, Jack throws Arthur down on his back and spreads his legs apart, expression intent, maybe closer to feral.
I thought I’d be involved, but instead, I sit and watch as Jack fucks Arthur senseless, until our husband is arching his back and crying out, his cock spurting cum as Jack makes him orgasm once, and then again, before letting go.
I wonder if he would fuck Bree like that. I want to get to see it.
She shoots Arthur a text message a few nights later to see if we want to get together, and I’m over the moon to hear from her. We invite her over, and this time, I cook.
No, I don’t mess it up.
Bree falls asleep during the movie, so I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, where Jack pulls aside the blankets so I can scoot her in. But Bree doesn’t want to let go of me, so I manage to slip off my pants before climbing in next to her.