Page 17 of Meet the Surrogate


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Remy scoffed. “I don’t trust it. Any second, she’s going to bless our hearts.”

Memphis twisted around to face my brothers and tried to stay decent while sitting on my lap in a short dress. “Only if you deserve it.”

I placed my hand over the gap at the front of her dress, my fingers dipping to brush against her inner knees. I did it under the pretense of helping her stay covered, but I was just desperate to touch her soft skin. “This is a much nicer way to spend our time than listening to someone tell us how and when to jerk off.”

Leaning into my chest, Memphis rested her hand on top of mine, keeping it in place as her legs naturally spread open with the angle we were sitting. “I’m going to be honest. I never thought about the process of this. I guess I just shut my mind to all the awkward parts. I just knew I’d get pregnant and give you babies.”

That sentence shouldn’t have sent a pleasurable shiver down my spine, but it did. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to come back down to earth.

“I feel like an idiot now. Of course, you need our…” Wells paused. “Well, there’s no nice way of saying that. You need our sperm to get pregnant. I don’t know why I didn’t think about how you’d get it. We decided we wanted kids and jumped in with both feet, I guess. The agency and Remy’s secretary handled everything else. I wasn’t prepared to be told to jackoff when I walked into that appointment today. Even if I should’ve been.”

“And what? You’re just going to do it into a cup and then the doctor is just going to put it inside me?” Memphis’s voice was quieter, a little breathier. “Talk about an awkward middle man. The old-fashioned way seems a lot easier.”

Remy leveled an intense stare at Memphis. “The old-fashioned way. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

14.

**Remington***

Memphislickedherlipsfrom her position on top of my brother. She held my gaze and I could almost feel the wheels in her brain turning. I started to worry that I’d overstepped when she nodded. It was the slightest of movements, so minimal that I asked her again to make sure. She nodded with more force the second time. “Yes. That’s something I’m interested in.”

I sat forward in my seat, cursing the seatbelt I’d put on for her, despite the hatred I felt for the things. “I’m not talking in general terms here, Memphis. I’m not talking about you getting knocked up with your future husband’s kid the old fashioned way. I’m talking about you spreading your legs and letting the three of us fuck a baby into you. Three babies, to be exact.”

Her chest rose and fell faster. “I understood the first time.”

“The contract is still the same. The only thing changing is the method of impregnation. Understood?” When she nodded I reached out and gripped her ankle. “Words, Memphis. I want to hear you say you understand what I’m saying.”

Her pulse throbbed under my thumb. “Yes, Remington, I understand. I’m going to spread my legs and let each of you fuck a baby into me. I also understand that it changes nothing in the contract. Don’t worry. I’m not under the impression that sex means love.”

My own pulse raced at the hint of fire in her voice. It triggered my need to conquer and I tightened my grip on her ankle. “I clarified for your understanding, Memphis. We’re breaching the original contract and I didn’t want you to think that we’d back out of our agreement. If you want to go and fall in love with me, that’s your own problem.”

To my surprise, a smile stretched her mouth. “As hard as it’ll probably be, Remington Hawke, I think I’ll manage.”

I’d never admit that her saying that edged under my skin and stayed there. I let her go and sat back in my seat. “Wells? Boone?”

Boone gripped her hips tighter. “Yeah, I’m a thousand percent behind the change.”

“Even if I didn’t want this, I think I’d do it simply to not have to show my face at that fertility clinic ever again.” Wells winked at Memphis. “Lucky for me, I do want it. Just a small problem. At the risk of sounding like a complete dick…who goes first?”

I tilted my head at my brother and glared at him. “Really?”

Memphis shocked the hell out of me again when she opened her mouth. “I think we should wing it.”

Wells laughed. “I fucking knew we chose the right woman.”

“What does that mean?” I sat forward again, itching to pull her over my lap and see how she’d respond to having her ass spanked raw.

“I guess we just see if the baby comes out holding a checkbook, a paintbrush, or a scalpel. After we know who touched base first, we move on.” She pressed her thighs together, but with Boone under her, she could only do so much. “Or…I sleep with one of you until I get pregnant and then another of you after that baby is born.”

“The alternative being we all fuck you at the same time.” Boone grunted. “Not at the same time, I mean. You know what I mean. I think.”

Wells handed me his phone and showed me the picture he’d taken of my hand over Memphis’s throat while she arched into my touch. I stared down at it and fought to get control over myself. Handing it back to him, I blew out a rough breath. Sex for procreation wasn’t the same as fucking for the fun of it. Memphis was volunteering for the first, not the second. I wouldn’t put my darker desires on her.

“Do you really want this, Memphis?” Wells shoved his phone back into his pocket and patted the other pockets, looking for the pack of smokes he’d given up over five years before. When stressed, he still looked for a cigarette without realizing it.

“I’m only saying this part because I’m drunk and if you bring it up again, I’ll throat punch you.” Memphis took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “I’ve only had sex with one person and he didn’t toast before taking a shot, if you know what I mean. Am I right in assuming y’all do?”

I was going to embarrass myself with a wet spot on the front of my pants if she didn’t stop talking soon. My dick was leaking precum like an open faucet. “I toast before each shot, Memphis. Fucking longwinded at times, too.”

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