“It’s just for the next two weeks,” Bennett says patiently.
I bite my lip. It’s very tempting.
“Fine,” I say. “But keeping your faces off-screen will be difficult.”
Bennett shrugs. “Jack doesn’t watch this kind of thing. No one we know in real life will see it.”
I glance up at the clock. Since we skipped yoga, the stream doesn’t start for a while, but that will give me some time to advertise that I’ll have “guests.”
A tingle of anticipation spreads through me. This is going to be fun.
Bennett
Arthur wasn’t wrong—Sienna’s scent is almost overwhelming.
Bree, I remind myself. She is a real person, not simply a beautiful woman on a screen. And I get to touch her, in real life, for the second time.
I’ve been trying to keep a lid on myself, but when she agrees to my idea, I’m more than ready to rip all her clothes off.
Yeah, I don’t feel great going behind Jack’s back, but he simply wouldn’t understand. He’s been hurt too much, and surely isn’t experiencing the same need, the same magnetism to Bree that we are. He swore off women years ago, anyway.
This is just a craving to be sated until rutting season is over. Then, Bree will be pregnant, and time will pass as she grows our fawn. Soon it will be in our arms, and we can leave this all behind us without Jack ever being the wiser.
Bree shows us to her recording room, where she sits at the desk in front of her computer to post her announcement. Arthur is simply vibrating with excitement as he sits down on the bed, then starts unbuttoning his pants.
“What are we telling Jack?” he asks me as he slips them off.
“I said we’re going to see a movie. I looked up the synopsis.” Lying to our husband feels unnatural, but this is how we protect him. He would assume the worst if he knew.
Arthur sighs. “Alright. Read it to me.”
I explain the plot while Bree finishes her work. Then she flips on all the lights and dresses in an outfit I recognize. I probably know her entire wardrobe by now.
“You guys ready?” she asks, crawling onto the bed in front of the camera. “I have some ideas.”
“Ideas?” Arthur asks eagerly, his cock already standing at attention.
“One of you goes first,” she says, rubbing her chin. “Then the other one. And then, if you’re amenable to it, both of you at the same time.”
Even I am surprised by this suggestion.
“Same time?” My whole body heats up ten degrees. “How?”
“How do you think?” She wiggles her butt.
Oh, I get it. She wants one of us in her ass. I can’t imagine how tight she is, and immediately I know I want to be the one who gets to fuck her there. She will be prepared for my size, as I’ve seen the toys she uses on herself already.
My hunger must show on my face, because Bree flashes me a bright smile. She gets up off the bed and saunters toward me, stopping a mere six inches away. Her fingers find their way to my belly.
“We should take this off,” she murmurs, hooking her fingers under the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms as she lifts it off me and tosses it aside. I’m already rock-solid hard as she tangles her fingers in my chest fur, petting it in a way that’s supremely erotic and yet comforting.
Her hands travel down to my hips, where she unbuttons my pants and lowers the zipper. I push them off eagerly, then my briefs so I can relieve the pressure on my dick. Her smile grows as it’s revealed.
“That will feel good,” she says thoughtfully, palming me in her small human hand. “I can’t wait.”
Neither can I.
Eight
