Chapter 19
Nineteen
Arthur
All it takes is Bree agreeing to be our surrogate once again for all my blood to rush straight to my groin. But I manage to keep it under wraps for the rest of dinner. I need to behave myself until she’s really, truly ready.
Then all bets are off.
When Jack pulls up out front of her apartment building, I throw my arms around her, nearly dragging her into my lap. She laughs as I pepper her cheeks with kisses before saying goodbye. Jack waits until she’s vanished inside her apartment before pulling away from the curb.
“She said yes,” hisses Bennett, glancing at me over his shoulder. “We get to have a fawn after all!”
Jack lets out a huff before I can answer. “Don’t get your hopes up. This is all theoretical until we have a contract in place.”
I deflate at the reminder. Yeah, it stings that Bree wants it all spelled out in legalese. But I don’t blame her, either. She probably wants protection should things go south again.
But I resolve to prove to her that we don’t need it. What we have is real and powerful and enduring. She’ll see soon enough.
On Monday, Jack places the appropriate calls, trying to get a referral to a lawyer who specializes in surrogacy.
It’s not too difficult from there to draw up a standard contract.
The three of us agree on a dollar amount to offer Bree, one that should give her the down payment she’s been looking for on her new condo.
“But I want her to live with us,” I whine as we iron out the details with the lawyer.
Jack bops me on the back of my head. “This is what she wants. She’s not thinking about that.”
“Could we ask her?”
“Arthur,” says Bennett in his usual calm, rational voice, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Give it time. She’ll come to us.”
I hate waiting, but I will wait for Bree.
She says that per the doctor’s instructions, we have to hold off for another few weeks before we can get up to anything involving her vagina—but there’s plenty of fun we can have in the meantime.
The next time we meet up with Bree, it’s my turn to put on a great date night. We start with burgers and shakes, and when Bree spills barbecue sauce on her big boobs, it only serves to draw my attention to them more. All I want to do is lick it off.
“Can’t be trusted with a shirt,” she grumbles as she tries to get the barbecue sauce off. “I need to wear a bib.”
I don’t miss the way Jack watches her, too, his eyes tracking her lips as she talks, observing her face as she eats. It’s fascinating to see in real time as he falls for her, and not at all in the same way I did.
At the movies, I insist on sitting to Bree’s left, and Jack takes her right. Later in the show, I notice their hands linked on the armrest, fingers woven together, and I grin in the darkness.
After the movie, we head back to our house, where I’ve got a cake I baked from a box mix waiting for us to dig in.
I even managed to pipe some frosting around the sides for a little pizzazz.
When Bree gets a crumb stuck at the corner of her mouth, Jack snorts and says, “Look at me.” She obeys, and he wipes it off her with his thumb before eating it himself.
She blushes madly, and I love her even more.
Yeah. I do think I love her. Everything I learn about her makes me fall harder, and now I never want to let her go again.
When we’re finished, it’s getting late, and I can’t wait to get all of us into bed. My cock is fully awake and hungry, and I’m going to have to deal with it tonight.
Bree emerges from the bathroom in her sleep shorts and a loose shirt, which hangs over her big, taut nipples. I can’t help a groan when she appears, and I hop off the bed in just my boxers to meet her.
“Please,” I say to her, pushing my cock down where it tents my boxers. “Can I please play with your tits?”
Bree blinks, then a grin splits her face.
“Sure.”
I pick her up and she squeaks in response, wrapping her legs around my waist. My eyes practically roll back in my head at the sensation of my junk rubbing up against her there, even with three layers of clothes between us.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” I murmur as I carry her over to the bed and lower her to the blankets. “And put a fawn in you. Again.”
Bennett and Jack watch me as I grab her shirt by the hem and tug it up and over her head. Bree raises her arms until it’s off and her bared breasts are exposed to the world.
Fuck yes.
I don’t waste any time leaning down and taking one fat nipple in my mouth. I suck on it like I imagine our fawn doing someday, and I think I’m dripping pre-cum into my boxers. Oh well.
Bree lets out a mousy noise of pleasure as I grab her other breast in my hand and squeeze it.
“These are so great,” I tell her, releasing her nipple. “Hottest tits I’ve ever seen.”
“Only tits you’ve ever seen,” pipes up Bennett.
I throw him the middle finger, and he snort-laughs.
“I want a try,” I hear Jack say over my shoulder. I glance up at him, and his eyes are locked in on Bree’s breasts, too.
I scoot aside for him, and he uneasily takes my place on the edge of the bed. Bree is staring right up into his face, her expression uncertain. I think for a moment that maybe she’s not comfortable with him yet, and we’re moving too fast.
But then, Jack lowers his head toward hers and asks in a voice I can barely hear, “Can I kiss you?”
“You can do more than that,” she says in answer.
Then he leans in and their mouths meet.
Jack
Damn, Bree tastes good. Her lips are so soft that I just want to eat her all up. But I don’t want to get too lost in her, either, because I have things to do.
I’m going to suggest we take things a step further tonight, and I’m eager and anxious to see how she responds.
Once her lips are well-loved, I release them and move my kisses downward, over her cute chin, along her jaw to her throat.
Her back arches under me as I nip her neck, then continue peppering kisses downward until I reach her collarbone.
I palm one of her big breasts, and the weight of it in my hand almost undoes me completely.
We’re waiting. I have to wait until Bree no longer looks at me like she’s unsure of me. I need her trust—I crave it. But it will take time.
I’m as gentle with her as I can be when I tease both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, peering down into her eyes.
Bree doesn’t shy away, returning my gaze and seeing through me.
How would it feel, I wonder, to be inside her as she looks at me this way?
As she peels back my layers with only those green eyes?
Instead of chasing that fantasy, I dip downward, trailing more kisses along her sternum. Then I lock my lips around her breast, tonguing the nipple and gently biting it. Bree moans, and I think she likes it, so I do it again, soothing it with my tongue after each nip.
“Bree,” I ask suddenly, because I want to know what my options are for tonight. I want to make her come, if I can. “You said vaginal rest?”
She gives me a confused look, then nods. “That’s what the doctor called it. Six weeks without vaginal intercourse.”
“Would it be all right if…” I almost swallow my own tongue, not sure how to put it into words. “I would like to touch you there. I won’t put anything inside you.”
Bree blinks a few times, then her mouth curls in a sweet smile.
“Sure, Jack.” The way she says my name makes me want to come right there on the spot.
Relief washes over me, only to be replaced by pure need. Fuck, I do want to put something inside her, but what I have planned will sate me for now.
“Bennett,” I say, gesturing for him to get on the bed. “Up here. Bree—I want you to lie back against him, alright?”
She listens right away, repositioning herself so she’s in Bennett’s lap. He tenderly brushes her hair aside, and I knew he was the right choice for this.
Now I kiss farther down her belly to her sleep shorts, and slip my fingers inside the band to pull them down. She’s wearing underwear covered in panda bear faces.
Those go next, then Bree is fully naked. Seeing her this way reminds me of the breeding bench, but now I get to explore it all.
I admire the reddish-brown curls at the crux of her thighs as I pull them apart. It’s been a long time since I did this, and I hope I remember how.
When I lean down, I inhale the scent of her, and it tickles every nerve ending in my brain. My body remembers her, and my cock leaks inside my boxers as I run my fingers down through the curls to the lips of her pussy below it. These are waxed, with light hairs growing in, exposing her clit to me.
My tongue darts out and laps over it, and Bree twitches.
I can’t put a finger inside her, so I’ll have to really wind her up with just her clit.
Setting to my task, I begin slow, dragging my tongue up and down her labia before teasing her bud again.
Then I swirl it, keeping my pressure light as her gasps turn into moans.
Maybe I do remember how to do this.
Guided by the sweet noises Bree makes, I chase after what she enjoys most and then repeat the motion over and over, switching up my tactics only to return to old favorites.
Now she’s writhing in Bennett’s lap and he’s fondling her tits, plucking her nipples and kissing the top of her head as I draw one moan after another out of her.
Soon, she’s close, her whole body tightening like a bowstring. I lick her faster, harder, applying more pressure as I go wild on her clit and she’s now crying out, her hands tangling in my mane, fingers wrapping around my horns.
“Jack!” she whines when I don’t let her go. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to—”
She interrupts herself with a sharp cry, her hips rising into my face as she crests. I clutch her ass in my hands, not slowing down, as she writhes and wriggles under me.
“Ah!” she moans again, and finally, I release her. Lowering her back to the bed, my mouth is slick with her. All I want is to bury myself in her, but the time will come. Tonight, I want to fall asleep with her in my arms.
“Arthur,” I say in my most commanding voice, and he appears at my side. “I want you to suck Bennett. Now.”
With wide eyes, Arthur nods. I gesture for Bree to come toward me, and I hold out my arms to her as she settles in them. My cock pokes at her ass, but I ignore it as I watch my husbands put on a show for us.
“What do you think?” I ask Bree as I fondle her breasts languidly. Arthur makes a wet noise while he gives Bennett the blowjob of his life. “Do you like watching them?”
“Y-yes,” Bree says, leaning into me while I play with her. “They’re beautiful.”
“They are.”
Now it’s my turn. I set Bree down on the bed and strip off my boxers, my cock aching to fuck. Arthur turns his head and when he sees me approach, he spreads his legs apart.
Very good.