“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.
