Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Jack
When I get home that night, I’m there before Bennett again. Ha. I’ve been enforcing my work-life boundaries better at the office lately, even though it annoys my boss. I’m going to be the best father ever at this rate.
But then a moment later, Bennett’s car pulls into the driveway. He grins when he spots me, and we meet in the middle of the driveway to butt foreheads.
“Hope you had a good day at work,” he says, kissing me on the cheek.
“Eh. Reports.”
We step inside together, both wiping our feet on the mat. Arthur’s cooking, and Bree is on her laptop at the dining room table.
“What did you do today?” Bennett asks them as he walks up behind Bree and kisses the top of her head.
“Looked at an apartment,” she says.
I try not to let my disappointment show. We’re all doing our best not to put pressure on her to become a part of our herd, to raise our fawns with us, but I had hoped her short time living here would tilt the chances in our direction.
I guess not.
“How was it?” I ask, trying to sound upbeat.
“It was… fine.” Bree sounds weary despite the words. “It’s a gated community, so it’s much safer. Someone would have to know the code to get in, and there’s security.”
That does sound good. It would bring her much more peace of mind.
“But,” chimes in Arthur. “There’s a but.”
Bree sighs. “Yeah. The place is small. Like, really small. And expensive, and way outside of the city. Which doesn’t really bother me, but I don’t want to be so far away from you and the twins.”
That gives me hope, at least, that she’ll want to be a part of the twins’ lives. I worry every day that she’s going to leave us once she gives birth, and then I worry even more about how much that would tear me apart inside.
I know for certain that I want to raise them with her. I want to watch them grow together, to celebrate every milestone as a family.
“Then why bother?” asks Bennett in a surprisingly salty tone.
Everyone turns to look at him.
“If you don’t like the place, don’t move there.” He shrugs like this is the easiest decision in the world.
Bree frowns. “But it’s the only thing I can afford!”
“Then buy a condo instead,” I say. “We can give you the second half of the surrogacy payment to help out.”
“What?” She looks utterly baffled. “But you’re only supposed to give me that after the babies are born.”
I cross my arms. “It’s our money. We can do what we want with it.”
“Unless it’s because you don’t want to move,” Bennett says, a little more softly. “In which case, you should just stay here.”
Bree’s mouth bobs open as if she’s going to speak. Then she looks at all three of us around the table, searching our faces for something.
“Don’t go if you don’t want to go.” I reach out and put a hand over hers. “We want you here, Bree. I want you here, because… I love you.”
Her shock fades into affection. “Oh, Jack. I love you, too.”
Gripping her tighter, I continue, my gaze locked on her big green eyes. “I want to be with you while you carry the fawns. And after…”
“After?” she asks, hope blooming on her face.
“Be their mother!” says Arthur brightly. “Be a part of our herd. Be our wife.”
Now Bree looks truly thunderstruck. That wasn’t really how I intended to propose, but now is as good a time as any.
“Yeah!” chimes in Bennett, reaching over to put an arm around her shoulders. “I mean, we don’t have a ring or anything yet, but we want to marry you. So, so much.”
I still can’t read the expression on her face, so I get out of my chair, push it out of the way, and kneel in front of her. Bree inhales sharply as I take her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles.
“Please. Stay with us. Be our wife. Raise our fawns with us. Make me the happiest satyr that ever lived.”
She gazes down at me with moisture in her eyes. Sniffling, she finally nods.
“Okay. Yes. I will. I’ll marry you.”
Arthur squeals and throws himself at her, while Bennett rubs her shoulders. I rise to my feet and kiss her on the mouth, over the moon that I can, at last, have everything I want.
Bennett
It couldn’t have worked out better if we had planned it. Sure, it was a spur-of-the-moment proposal, but Bree accepted. Which means now we have to go find her a nice ring, and I can’t wait to see it on her.
After dinner, I make sure to show Bree exactly what a life with her means to me. I hold her close and kiss her lips over and over, taking my time to nurse her pleasure bigger and brighter. With my ass in the air, though, I should have expected when Arthur runs a hand down under my tail.
“Can I join?” he says in a sultry voice.
“Of course.”
I pause inside Bree, and she grins mischievously as Arthur snaps the lid of the lube and applies it liberally around my asshole. What I didn’t anticipate when I agreed to this is exactly how intense it would be, my cock swallowed inside of Bree’s pussy while Arthur slowly makes his way inside me.
“Gotta relax,” Arthur whispers to me. I try, but it’s so hard with Bree squeezing my dick. “There we go.”
And then he’s there, pushing deeper, which results in me sinking farther into Bree.
She moans, and then I do the same as Arthur’s big cock slides in and out of me.
I have no idea how I’m going to hold out for even a second longer when his tip brushes over my prostate, but I’m going to do my damnedest.
“It’s all right, Bennett,” Jack calls out, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “I can fuck her next.”
It turns out that as Arthur pumps inside me, forcing me in and out of Bree, I’m absolutely helpless.
Not only do I climax hard, but with Arthur slamming in over and over, and Bree crying out her pleasure underneath me, I find myself somehow doing it again.
It’s so intense that my balls hurt. I end up lying there, utterly boneless and ravaged in Arthur’s arms, while Jack takes Bree doggie style.
He even pulls on her hair, and she squeals as she orgasms.
I can’t wait for every night of my life to be like this one.
Over the weekend, we reorganize the office so we can bring over all of Bree’s streaming equipment. Then Jack hires movers to move her out of her apartment, ignoring her as she insists we could do it ourselves.
“No. I’m not going to throw out my back taking that couch to storage.”
I do love our buck who knows how to put his foot down. Bree pouts, but eventually agrees.
One by one, every item in her apartment finds a new home either in our house or the storage unit, awaiting our future house. The movers take all the furniture and boxes, leaving the apartment mostly empty. Bree stands in the middle of the living room, dumbfounded.
“Wow. It’s a lot bigger without all my stuff in it.” She chuckles to herself. She’s been in a much better mood ever since she made her decision.
With the contents of her refrigerator packed up in a paper bag, we load the car and leave her complex for the last time.
Bree sighs as we pull out of the lot. “Lot of memories at that place.”
“But lots of new memories to make,” I say, holding her hand.
I notice a car pull out of the lot behind us and follow for a few blocks, but I’m too enamored with my fiancee to care.
When we get home, it’s time to celebrate. We unpack Bree’s belongings, then I bring out the sparkling apple cider and concoct a bright and fruity mocktail. It feels like everything in the world is finally right.
Once we’ve gone through two bottles, I load up the recycling and head out back to drop it into the bin. It’s dark out here, reminding me how I kept meaning to install a motion sensing light but never got around to it.
Oh well. I’ll make sure there’s one on the next house.
While I’m opening the lid of the bin, I detect movement in the alley a few feet away. I jump out of my skin, and the tub of recycling falls out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the ground.
Arms encircle my neck.
“Don’t move.” Something cold and hard presses against my throat, and I fall completely still. “Move, speak, do anything, and I cut you open.”
I can’t see who’s gotten hold of me, but I’m certain now that there’s a knife at my neck.
He found us—GingerWatchman finally found us. This is a fact that really, really pisses me off.
Bree was supposed to feel safe here in our home. But this guy’s obsessed, and he needs to be stopped.
I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s dangerous. But I’m so angry at the fear this man has instilled in our lives that I can’t stop myself.
First, I jam my elbow backward. Yeah, that knife could slit my throat.
Or the guy could drop it like he does now as he groans in pain.
Then I spring for one of the cut two-by-fours laying by the trash, which Arthur, of course, didn’t put in the bin.
By the time I’ve gotten my hand around it and turned, though, I find a surprisingly big human man standing there, the glinting silver knife back in his hand.
He lunges before I can move, and it’s hard to track him in the dark. But I swing the two-by-four anyway, and he shouts as it collides with some part of his body. Unfortunately, he’s still moving, and I gasp when the knife slices through my right arm.
“Fuck!” I stumble on something in the alley—probably more wood Arthur left out here—and lose my balance, which sends me careening down to the gravel. Pain shoots through me from where the man stabbed me in the arm, and now my face and knees are torn up, too.
But I have to get up. I flip over on the ground so I can look at my attacker, and he’s headed straight for me. I hold my hands up over my face to block, and…
SLAM! From out of nowhere, a dark shape rams into him, bowling him over. It’s a mass of brown fur, horns and hooves that I’m sure is Jack. He lands atop his opponent, the knife flashing in the light.
“You piece of shit!” Jack roars.
“Watch out!” I can’t let this guy hurt Jack, too. “He has a knife!”
But I shouldn’t have worried. The man is stunned, and in the meantime, Jack grabs his knife hand and twists it at the wrist. A scream of pain follows.
“How dare you!” Jack hisses, twisting the man’s arm even farther. Bree and Arthur aren’t far behind, calling out Jack’s name. “How dare you attack us, at our own home!”
He releases the arm and slams a fist into the man’s face with a crunch. But I don’t have the wherewithal to move as he whales on GingerWatchman. And maybe I like it a little bit.
Then Bree and Arthur are there, and Arthur runs to my side.
“Fuck, Bennett!” he cries. “Your arm!”
I shake my head. “Go make sure Jack doesn’t kill that guy. I’m fine.”
The last thing we need is a lawsuit on our hands.