Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
Bennett
I watch as Jack and Bree whisper to each other.
She’s sitting in his lap while his arms are wrapped around her waist, and the intimacy of it brings a huge, shit-eating grin to my face.
There’s nothing that pleases me more than seeing everyone I care about in one place, all loving each other the way I love them.
Bree’s future in our herd seems clear to me. But I don’t want to hurry Jack, and I certainly don’t want to hurry Bree. We have to wait for her to come to us, to decide we’re what she wants, without Arthur pressuring her with his enthusiasm.
It’s a hard ask, but he clearly sees what I see, since he’s smiling like an idiot, too.
When everyone’s had something to eat and sucked down plenty of water, it’s time. I know I’m old hat for Bree and Jack was the main affair, but I’m also the eldest in this herd. In a match with Jack for experience in pleasing women? I’d probably win.
Not that it’s a competition or anything. And frankly, I couldn’t care less who our fawn comes out looking like. But I’m absolutely positive I can give Bree a high-quality orgasm to round out our night.
She’s fresh-faced and bouncy on the bed, clearly energized by the sports drink powder Jack put in our water.
As much as I long to fuck her ass again, I am here to stuff as much cum into her as possible and try to make a fawn.
And I really, really want to watch her tits bounce, because they are big and beautiful.
Already, just staring at them has me getting hard.
So I prop myself up against the headboard, piling up some pillows behind me, and spread my thighs apart. I pat them, shooting Bree a meaningful look, and she gives me an answering foxy smirk.
“You want me to ride you?” she asks, sultry, just like Sienna. This is every one of my fantasies come true.
“Please.” I feel silly begging her, but I’m not above it, either.
Agreeably she gets into my lap, and my hands are already on her big breasts, fondling her nipples as she positions herself.
“Still full of Arthur and Jack’s cum?” I ask her as she grinds her clit against my cock. That feels incredible, and I’m not even inside her yet.
“Lots of it.” As if to prove it, she pushes me to her slit and lowers her body, just enough to bring in the head. Sure enough, she’s slick and wet, absolutely dripping.
Bree gasps as she takes in more, then lifts herself up again. Her bright green eyes find mine, and I’m stuck on her, mesmerized by how lively they are, how full of light. When she smiles mid-coitus, her round cheeks squeeze, and I groan as she sinks down on me as far as she can take me.
I’m glad for Bree’s muscular thighs as she maintains an even pace, her moans growing in volume as she chases after her pleasure. I buck into her, driving myself deeper, then reach down and rub her clit while she rides me, which makes her tense and shiver.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
The only problem is that I can’t control us in this position, and the way she’s fucking me, I won’t be able to hold off for long. And I need to hold off if I’m going to make her scream.
“Bree,” I say, slowing her movements by grabbing her hips. “I’m going to move you.”
Her brows raise as I pick her up, still speared on my dick, and flip her onto her back. I lift her legs even higher, so I’ll be driving straight into her, and lick my finger as I reach down to stroke her clit. The first time I slide in, Bree wails.
“Oh, that’s so good,” she moans, and I know I picked the right angle.
I change up my speed until I earn a sharp cry from her, then maintain that pace, fucking her ruthlessly.
She squirms and her hips buck and her tits bounce, and all I can think is how ideal she is for us.
She is generous and kind, and confident in herself.
An entrepreneur in her own right, making her own living doing something she loves.
Looking down into her face, her eyes squeezed closed and her hands gripping the blankets, I think I love her. Maybe it’s new, but it feels endlessly deep, the possibilities infinite.
When Bree orgasms, it’s with a magnificent power. She screams, as I had hoped, while her spine goes stiff as a rod. Her pussy milks me, and finally, I let go. I let it all go, and I burst inside her, spilling everything I have to give.
“Damn,” I murmur to her as I flop down on top of her, trying not to squish her. “That was amazing.”
Bree giggles. “We make a good team.”
I pet her hair and she nuzzles into my palm, which is really the sweetest thing I could ask for.
When I’ve softened some, I withdraw, and it’s magnificent how much of our copious spend spills out of her. I’m thrilled about what it could mean for our future.
Not that I’m going to stop trying to impregnate her anytime soon.
Finally, I roll off, and Jack and Arthur appear on either side of us. Arthur gives me a sloppy kiss, which makes me chuckle, and then he spoons me from behind. This allows Jack on Bree’s side, and the two of them laugh and attend to each other while Arthur and I watch.
“It’s good, huh?” he whispers to me.
“Good,” I agree.
Arthur
Never in my life have I slept so well. It’s not a weekend, unfortunately, so we couldn’t lie around in bed the next morning, but that’s all right. I’ll certainly be balls deep in Bree again on Friday.
If she wants it, of course. But I don’t think she’ll object to having us on her stream if I can convince Jack it’s a good idea.
Bennett is the last one up, as always, and I’m already cooking bacon and eggs when he finally comes into the kitchen. Jack and Bree have been sitting at the table holding hands for some time, and I’m sure I’m grinning like an idiot.
“Mornin’,” Bennett grumps as he plops down in a chair. Jack pours him some coffee, and Bennett gratefully drinks it.
I love how normal this is, how perfectly domestic, and I think I could get used to it. When Bree lives with us, though, we might need to get a bigger bed. Which means we should probably get a bigger house, so she has a place to host her stream.
I’m getting ahead of myself, I know, but who’s going to punish me for fantasizing in the privacy of my own brain?
But it gives me something to talk about at breakfast.
“What if we started house shopping?” I ask as I serve bacon, eggs, and toast. “That way we’re all moved in and acclimated to the new place by the time the fawn comes.”
I expect Jack to reject my proposal outright because he hates talking about anything important first thing in the morning. But he doesn’t, his hand still twined with Bree’s as he thinks.
“Sure,” he says after a moment. “Why not? It’ll take a while to find the right thing, and then we have to put this place on the market.”
I’m over the goddamned moon. Bree is exactly what we needed, what Jack needed, and I hope he sees that.
Finally, it’s time to go our separate ways. I bring Bree in for a huge hug, breathing in the scent of her, and I’m loath to say goodbye.
“Can I see you again soon?” I ask, bending my neck so our foreheads touch.
“Sure!” She’s practically glowing. “I’m going to download a tracker app so I know when I’m ovulating. Then we can get together for a session.”
My heart trips and stumbles.
That’s all she wants? Breeding sessions with us?
But I wanted to date. I wanted to sleep with her in our bed every night. I wanted…
I’m shocked enough that I pull away, and Bree gives me a quizzical look.
“Okay!” I say, faking a bright smile that doesn’t convey at all how I’m feeling inside, like a truck just hit me. “Then let us know, and we’ll be right there. Won’t we, guys?”
I glance back at Bennett and Jack, who both plaster on smiles of their own.
“Just call,” Jack says, but even I can detect the note of disappointment in his voice.
Bree gives an uncertain smile back, then waves and heads to her car. After she drives away, though, Jack drops a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’ll have plenty of chances.”
Bree
I just don’t want to get my hopes up. I know what they want out of this, and I know what I want, too. Half up front, half upon delivery. Then I’ll finally have the nest egg I need to buy a place of my own. A place to call home, a place that’s mine.
I’ve never really had things that were mine. Everything I owned was a hand-me-down from my older sister, and we fought over every article of clothing because we had so few that were wearable for school.
Now I have the life for myself that I want, and I’m going after the rest of my independence.
As much as I’ve come to adore Bennett, Jack, and Arthur, they’re still married, and I’m the single woman they’ve brought in to help them achieve their dream of having a baby.
I can’t forget that, as wonderful and welcome in their home as they make me feel.
That’s why Jack offered me the money in addition to the contract.
I’m still separate, and I know that. I’m not a part of their family.
And that’s all right with me—that’s how it should be.
I agreed when I first signed up for DreamTogether to be a surrogate, and that’s what I am.
I never said I’d be anything more than that.
Even though I’m a bit sore from the breeding session last night, tonight I’m going to appear on the stream for the first time in ages.
I’ve been building up to it over the last week, teasing that I’m coming back on the air, and I have more followers now than before I left.
People on social media are raring to go for tonight, and I’m excited to serve it to them.
I’ve even got a new outfit sewed out of some thrift store finds to debut.
When I boot up the chat, people are already there, and they go wild when I log on.
we’ve missed you! says one of my old regulars.
wooooo Sienna!
can’t wait to see your tits, says another viewer. been thinking about them since you went off the air.
I have to admit I missed these goofy horndogs, and not just because they pay the bills. There’s something about being seen that’s always made me feel more like myself, and I love when my audience enjoys my performances.
After positioning myself on the pillows facing the camera, I turn it on.
“Hey babes,” I say in a sultry voice. “Sorry for the long absence. Sometimes a girl’s just got to rest and recuperate.”
we were all worried you got hurt, someone pipes up in the chat.
“All in one piece,” I assure them. “And ready to show you a good time.”
It’s easy to fall back into it, the Sienna persona. While she may not be me, not exactly, I realize now how much I missed being her the last few weeks.
I didn’t broach the subject of Jack potentially joining me on the stream, but I’m going to propose it soon. I think he’d be a big hit with his deep voice and dominant personality—and I’d really like to share this with him.
Can’t wait, types HornyBen. I pause when I see his message. Is Bennett just by himself watching?
He answers my question right away. We’re all here.
I can’t decide if I feel happy or self-conscious, or maybe a bit of both. I’d better put on a good show.
“Then let’s get started,” I say to the camera, palming my tits through my corset and lifting them lasciviously. Then I pick up the dildo I chose for tonight and wobble it. “I’ve got a plan for you tonight.”
The chat goes wild.