I shake my head. “Maybe? Bree’s special. She smelled so good, and I just wanted to try again, you know. I wanted to get all my cum inside her. Wanted to make her scream. Wanted to kiss her?—”
I cut myself off too late. Bennett’s eyes go even wider.
“You like her?” he asks, as if this is the most surprising part of everything I’ve said. “Like like her?”
“I guess!” I throw up my hands. “Bree’s been my friend for a while, and this just felt like friend plus.”
“Friend plus,” Bennett says to himself quizzically.
“What about you, though?” I pin my gaze on him. “Do you like her?”
“I don’t know her!”
“Well, you do now. You had sex with her at DreamTogether, too.” For a second, I wonder what a mindfuck that was, to have watched her on a cam only to see her in real life on the breeding bench.
“So what?” Bennett says. “It was a coincidence. She’s just someone I watch perform. It’s not like I have a crush on her.”
“Are you sure?” I slip closer into his space, bumping my knee against his. “If you got the chance to breed her again, would you take it?”
The question seems to startle him. Good.
“I mean, if I had to—” he begins.
“If you could. If you could fuck her again, no consequences, would you do it?”
He gnashes his teeth together, then drops his head.
“Yeah. Yeah, I would.”
Out of respect, I don’t crow with victory.
“So, you get it? I got another chance and I took it. I want to know myself better. I want to understand why I’m attracted to her.”
“And what did you find out?” Bennett asks, sounding defeated.
I reach up and brush my hand over his cheek. “I found out that I don’t love you any less. That I still adore you and want you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be interested in her, too. She’s going to be the mother of our fawn. I want to have a relationship with her.”
His brow creases. “Really?”
“Somehow. I don’t know in what capacity, but come on. Why not? Now that we know who she is?”
A pair of headlights shines through the window, and tires squeak on the driveway. Bennett narrows his eyes at me.
“No word of this to Jack,” he warns.
Well, at least I don’t have to be the one to say it.
I nod. “Of course. After Marilee…”
Bennett puts a finger to his lips so I don’t say the cursed thing.
“It would hurt him,” he says. “You know what he would think.”
We both get up as the front door opens and Jack comes in. Only a few lights are on, and he quirks an eyebrow at us where we sit on the couch.
“You guys are being so weird lately,” he says as he sets down his briefcase. “The rut really getting in your heads?”
I sit up straight and grin. “That’s it.”
