“It’s Bree! She’s asking if we want to come over tonight.” He scans the message. “And… she’s streaming. So I think it’s an invitation.”
When Arthur looks up at me, his shoulders curl like he’s afraid of my answer.
“Absolutely,” I say without hesitating. “Does she want me there?”
“I think so? She didn’t say ‘leave Jack at home’ or anything like that.”
I exhale a relieved breath. “Good. Then let’s finish up here and take her some dinner.”
“Roger that.” He types in his answer, then tosses his phone away like it isn’t the most expensive thing he owns and heads back to finish the painting.
The rest of the day, though, I’m anticipating tonight. I’m going to show myself on camera. Doing that. With her.
I imagine those perfect red ringlets bouncing, her eyes crinkling as she smiles, and I can’t wait.
Bennett has been working outside all day on the landscaping, and he’s sweaty when he comes in, so I usher him into the shower first. Then I’m next, and I make a point of soaping down and then conditioning absolutely everything, until my fur is as soft as a kitten’s.
At last, it’s time to go. We grab something light on the way over and show up at Bree’s doorstep with bags full of dinner. Her face when she sees me—when she smiles and shows all her teeth—nearly takes me out.
I can’t wait to breed this woman again. Trying to play it cool, I come in with the food and set it on the table, only to turn and find Bree and Arthur kissing. He’s all over her like the pathetic satyr that he is, and then Bennett is next.
I didn’t get a kiss for a greeting.
But then Bree comes over to me and pulls the bag of food out of my hand, setting it on the table. She wraps her arms around my neck and drags me down to kiss her.
There. That’s what I needed.
Bennett
When we’re done eating, we take a moment to talk strategy. Bree suggests positions for good camera angles.
“You should come up with your own stage name,” I suggest to Jack. “So you don’t get an unfortunate one.”
Bree moans. “I’m sorry, okay? I came up with Todd on the fly.”
“Rick, too,” I remind her. “Rick is your creation.”
Jack snorts. “Can’t I just be ‘Jack’?”
“That’s such a Jack thing to say,” pipes up Arthur.
“Well, Jack’s not a special name. Not like Arthur.” Jack pulls on one of Arthur’s ears, making him squawk, and I chuckle. Bree smiles fondly at them as she dresses, slipping into another new outfit I haven’t seen before. She’s been busy.
I walk up behind her and casually slide my hands over her big boobs. “These are so… juicy,” I say, which makes her laugh. “One of my favorite parts of you.”
“Oh yeah?” She wiggles her butt. “What are the other parts?”
“Your cute butt.” I lean down closer. “Not to mention your big heart.”
She stiffens, and I run my hands along her arms.
“Thank you.” Bree tilts her head up to kiss my cheek. With her face so close, I turn and whisper in her ear.
“I also think I love you.”
She stiffens under me at first, then leans back into my embrace.
“I feel the same way,” she whispers back. Then she gently pulls away to nod down at my bare chest. “And you have a great bod, too.”
