“Yep!” I walk over to him, prepared to lean down and kiss him, but Bennett holds up a hand to stop me. I step back and frown. “What’s up?”
“You need to sit down.”
He brushes past me out into the hall, then to the living room, carrying his laptop under one arm. A prickle runs down my spine at the tone of his voice, but I follow dutifully. Bennett seats himself on the couch, then nods at me to join him.
Now I’m really getting nervous. Does he know somehow? Can he smell me?
Once my ass is seated on the cushion, Bennett turns to me and tucks one hoof under him.
“How do you know Sienna?”
That’s not the question I expected. “Sienna? Who’s that?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know her.” He opens up the computer and sets it on his lap, navigating to a new browser window. He types something in, and all of a sudden…
Bree appears on the screen. It’s a professional, well-lit photograph of her in a revealing leather harness, a collar around her neck as her hair falls in red ringlets down her shoulders.
I gape. “Holy shit. That’s Bree.”
Now it’s Bennett’s turn to look perplexed. “Bree? No. This is Sienna.”
“No, that’s Bree,” I say patiently. “She goes to yoga with me.” Then I look at the computer screen again, where it clearly says SIENNA in a curly-cue font.
Wait. This must be her cam girl persona. Which means…
A million thoughts run through my head at once. Bennett must have seen us tonight. He knows. But how? How did he find her?
“Caught up yet?” Bennett asks. I hate when he’s smarter than I am, which is most of the time. “Great. Now tell me what you were doing fucking her on camera.”
I scramble for something to say, something that won’t piss him off further—and something that will keep him from telling Jack.
Wait. I squint at the screen again.
“How do you know about her?” I ask.
Bennett opens his mouth to speak but seems to be struggling with words, too. That’s when I realize it.
Whenever he’s in the bathroom for what feels like an hour. When he retreats to the office to “play games” at the same time most nights.
He’s been attending Bree’s cam shows.
“At least I wasn’t the one fucking her!” Bennett shoots back, clearly defensive. “I just… watch. A lot.”
“How long?” I keep my voice even. I’m not mad to learn the truth, though maybe I should be. I’m not sure yet.
Bennett’s shoulders curl and his ears flatten in shame. “A little less than a year.”
I don’t have words at first. For almost a year he’s been watching Sienna and keeping it from us. Why?
“Aren’t you… happy with us?”
He glares at me. “What about you? You were the one fucking her.”
I shake my head fervently. “It’s not that at all. I love you. I love Jack. It’s just…” How do I even express it? “I don’t know. DreamTogether opened something in me. Unlocked a vault. When I realized Bree was also our surrogate, I…” I shrug helplessly. “I wanted to do it again. And I still do.”
Bennett’s brows crease as he takes me in, analyzing me in his little computer brain.
“You’re bisexual,” he says suddenly. “But you didn’t know, did you?”
