“Pizza’s on the way,” Jack says, scratching behind his horn. “The movies are queued up and ready to go.”
We sit at the table and chat about our days, and Jack asks Bree many questions about her photo shoot and what she uses the photos for. I’m happy to bring out the laptop so we can show him her website and various social media platforms. Jack nods as Bree explains her marketing pipeline.
“You’re very industrious,” he says, and there’s an interesting lilt to his voice. “And smart. Look at what you’ve created.”
“Thanks.” Bree grins shyly. “It’s been building for a long time.”
“You created an empire!” I pat her on the back. “Brilliant businesswoman here.”
Her cute face turns fire-red, and I’m pleased to have done it.
Then the pizza shows up, and Jack hands out beers before we all stuff our faces.
“Pizza and beer,” Bree says with a happy sigh. “Just what the doctor ordered.”
When the pizza’s all been demolished, I lead Bree by the hand into the living room to our big fluffy sectional. She sits in the middle, and I plop down next to her while Arthur shoots me a dirty look. I shrug as Jack takes her other side.
“Lap,” Arthur demands of me, and so I spread my legs as he sits between them. Then he leans back against my shoulder so I can see the screen, and the movie starts.
“Do you have a blanket?” Bree whispers as the action picks up. I grab one from the back of the couch and drape it over her, then put an arm around her shoulders. I notice Jack’s hand sits rather close to her knee, like he wants to touch it but isn’t willing to cross the line yet.
Once the first movie ends, we all get up to hit the bathroom and retrieve the ice cream, then return to the couch. This time, though, we end up in a cuddle puddle, with Bree in Arthur’s lap, her head against Jack’s shoulder and her feet over my knees. As the second movie starts, I take her cute little human toes in my hands and rub them.
“Ohhh.” Bree closes her eyes with pleasure. “That’s great.”
It probably shouldn’t turn me on, just touching her feet, but it does. I have to adjust my jeans partway through the movie, though luckily, only Arthur notices my rather large bulge. He smirks at me like we’re sharing a secret.
This feels so right, so wonderfully normal, that I hope it can last.
Arthur
Having Bree here in my arms while Bennett and Jack cuddle up to me… it’s the best. The most I could have asked for. I never want to let her go. As the movie plays—and I totally ignore it—all I want is to lean forward and kiss Bree’s long, pale neck. I want to touch her big tits again, and grab a fistful of her belly, and feel her creamy thighs under my palms. But I content myself with holding her around the middle and leaning my chin on her shoulder, breathing in her delectable scent.
Maybe the rut is long over, but my body still wants nothing more than to love on her and breed her silly.
Partway through, I notice that Jack’s hand has fully migrated onto Bree’s knee. A little while later, she puts her hand on top of his, and their fingers twine together. I have to restrain myself from jumping for joy.
When the movie ends, I’m reluctant to let go, but I do. If Bree wants to go home now, of course I’ll let her. But I hope we can convince her to stay.
She stands up and yawns. “Wow, it’s late,” she says when she glances at the clock. “Thanks for having me over, guys.”
Bennett grins widely. “It’s been a blast.”
“It’s fun to let go a bit.” She sighs. “Things have been so… serious. It’s nice to have fun with you. Like this.”
I notice that Jack still hasn’t released her hand. I shoot him a knowing grin.
“Time for bed soon, huh?” I say,
Bree tilts her head up at me. “I guess it is.”
Nobody moves, though, so with an annoyed sigh, I grab Bree’s other hand in mine.
“Can I show you around?” I ask, which I know sounds ridiculous when she’s already been over twice.
She blinks. “Oh. Sure.”
After a quick, perfunctory tour of the rest of the house, I show her our bedroom, where the massive bed we had built custom sits in the middle. Her hand flies to her mouth.
