“Really?” Bree says, looking directly at Jack. “You still… want this? With me?”
He reaches across the table toward her, and she takes his offered hand hesitantly.
“I think you are the perfect mother for our fawn,” he says, his voice softer. “If you’re willing to give us another shot.”
Bree glances at each of us, then nods her head. “Get a contract together, and it’s a deal.”
Arthur pumps his fist in the air, and I wrap an arm around Bree’s shoulder to give her a sideways hug. She giggles, and I love the sound of her happy.
Our fancy dinner is exceptionally good, and by the end we’re all a bit tipsy except for Jack, who only had one glass before switching to water. His eyes have been trained on Bree for most of the night, though he doesn’t speak much.
I wonder if he’s imagining what I’m imagining. I wonder if he sees a future here, and this is just one step toward it. Because I do, and I’m ready to take the leap.
Nineteen
Arthur
All it takes is Bree agreeing to be our surrogate once again for all my blood to rush straight to my groin. But I manage to keep it under wraps for the rest of dinner. I need to behave myself until she’s really, truly ready.
Then all bets are off.
When Jack pulls up out front of her apartment building, I throw my arms around her, nearly dragging her into my lap. She laughs as I pepper her cheeks with kisses before saying goodbye. Jack waits until she’s vanished inside her apartment before pulling away from the curb.
“She said yes,” hisses Bennett, glancing at me over his shoulder. “We get to have a fawn after all!”
Jack lets out a huff before I can answer. “Don’t get your hopes up. This is all theoretical until we have a contract in place.”
I deflate at the reminder. Yeah, it stings that Bree wants it all spelled out in legalese. But I don’t blame her, either. She probably wants protection should things go south again.
But I resolve to prove to her that we don’t need it. What we have is real and powerful and enduring. She’ll see soon enough.
On Monday, Jack places the appropriate calls, trying to get a referral to a lawyer who specializes in surrogacy. It’s not too difficult from there to draw up a standard contract. The three of us agree on a dollar amount to offer Bree, one that should give her the down payment she’s been looking for on her new condo.
“But I want her to live with us,” I whine as we iron out the details with the lawyer.
Jack bops me on the back of my head. “This is what she wants. She’s not thinking about that.”
“Could we ask her?”
“Arthur,” says Bennett in his usual calm, rational voice, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Give it time. She’ll come to us.”
I hate waiting, but I will wait for Bree.
She says that per the doctor’s instructions, we have to hold off for another few weeks before we can get up to anything involving her vagina—but there’s plenty of fun we can have in the meantime.
The next time we meet up with Bree, it’s my turn to put on a great date night. We start with burgers and shakes, and when Bree spills barbecue sauce on her big boobs, it only serves to draw my attention to them more. All I want to do is lick it off.
“Can’t be trusted with a shirt,” she grumbles as she tries to get the barbecue sauce off. “I need to wear a bib.”
I don’t miss the way Jack watches her, too, his eyes tracking her lips as she talks, observing her face as she eats. It’s fascinating to see in real time as he falls for her, and not at all in the same way I did.
At the movies, I insist on sitting to Bree’s left, and Jack takes her right. Later in the show, I notice their hands linked on the armrest, fingers woven together, and I grin in the darkness.
After the movie, we head back to our house, where I’ve got a cake I baked from a box mix waiting for us to dig in. I even managed to pipe some frosting around the sides for a little pizzazz. When Bree gets a crumb stuck at the corner of her mouth, Jack snorts and says, “Look at me.” She obeys, and he wipes it off her with his thumb before eating it himself. She blushes madly, and I love her even more.
Yeah. I do think I love her. Everything I learn about her makes me fall harder, and now I never want to let her go again.
When we’re finished, it’s getting late, and I can’t wait to get all of us into bed. My cock is fully awake and hungry, and I’m going to have to deal with it tonight.
