Dr. Stud

by Jess Bentley

  She stares at me meaningfully, and I shift on the chair, aware my body is barely held together right now. That five-times wifely duty stuff just about tore me apart yesterday, honestly.

  “I can see what you’re saying,” I agree timidly. “But… Sophia?”

  “Well, let me tell you a story,” she begins wistfully.

  She sits up straighter, rearranging her features into a new expression, sighing charmingly. It sounds like she’s reciting a part in a play.

  “I grew up on a farm,” she explains, her voice somehow disconnected from the expression on her face. “We raised goats and pigs, chickens. Breeding animals tells you a little bit about people, if you’re paying attention. Like, chickens are terrible mothers. The chick that pops out of an egg doesn’t even make sense to the chicken. A hen has almost no idea what to do with the chick. Do you know what I’m saying?”

  I don’t even answer her. Did she just call herself a chicken?

  “But cows are different. Calves will stick by their mother as long as you let them. And pigs and goats are practically people. Some people think pigs are, but I think it’s goats. There’s a reason people use the word nanny for an old lady goat. Did you ever think about that? How you’re a nanny now?”

  Okay, and I’m a goat? I wonder. We have definitely entered choppy waters here.

  “Anyhow,” she continues with a heavy sigh, “I thought I was a nanny, but I’m a chicken. It’s a joke. You can laugh.”

  She looks up at me again, shaking her head slightly. I’m not sure that I believe she’s all chicken.

  “The brothers are here,” I tell her. “We’re leaving in the morning. Why don’t you come and have dinner or something?”

  “They have been more than fair to me,” she continues like she didn’t hear me. “I feel like you should know that. And I’m really happy to meet you, because I can see that Sophia is in really good hands. There’s just something about you… you’re a natural. What’s your name?”

  “Bunny,” I smile.

  She smiles back at me, and it’s dazzling, like she popped out of the pages of a magazine. Her teeth are so perfect they look like they’re made out of porcelain. Actually, I’ve heard people really do that.

  “So you haven’t been mistreated? But don’t you miss her?”

  My voice cracks at the end, and I’m not sure why. Sitting here, I don’t know who I’m supposed to sympathize with. The moment I saw her, my allegiance flew to her, but now… I don’t know? She would just give Sophia up? And mean it? Forever?

  “Who do you think she looks like?” Nina muses. “I kind of think Spencer, mostly, with a little bit of Brock. Maybe she’ll have light brown hair, that would be perfect. Right in the middle. And I hope she keeps these blue eyes. They’re gorgeous.”

  Sophia arches her back, making an irritated grunt. She kicks Nina right in the abdomen and Nina takes both her feet in one hand to protect herself. I watch the gesture closely, on alert for any inappropriate action. Even though I know that’s ridiculous, since Nina is her real mother.

  “Is she okay? Is she hungry?” Nina asks.

  “I bet she is hungry,” I answer, irritated that I know this and she doesn’t. “We should get back. The driver is waiting for us around the corner.”

  Nina picks Sophia up, looking her in the eyes one last time, then kissing her on the forehead. She hands her back to me and brushes her fingertips together as if to clean them. As if Sophia were dusty or something.

  Fumbling with the straps, I get the baby all buckled in and down the last of the coffee without looking back at this woman. I don’t understand her. She doesn’t make sense, like a comic book character with no allegiances. Like, I don’t know she’s a good guy or a bad guy.

  “Think about dinner,” I suggest again, hopefully. “Tonight? Seven o’clock? I mean, if everyone is on good terms, maybe this could be something new for us. Maybe we could all be… you know…” My voice trails off. She shakes her head and shrugs.

  “I really can’t,” she sighs. “I’m a chicken.”

  Chapter 14

  Spencer

  It is with great pleasure that I finally finish the edits on the employment contract. It’s a complicated thing, coming in at around two hundred pages. After Nina, it was obvious that the original contract wasn’t exactly watertight. Royce made no bones about pointing some of those vagaries out to me.

  But, technically, I wasn’t wrong. I just didn’t expect her to… you know. Run off.

  This new contract has lots of new safeguards in it, for both of us. Some of this I did not run past Sully or Royce. They’re just going to have to live with it, if we ever need to access the provisions for Bunny’s postnatal depression. I’m not sure how I would even outline that with Sully, so I simply had to come up with something on my own.

  Though she would never admit it, I wonder how much of Nina’s flaming exit had to do with depression. It was so sudden. It almost didn’t seem real.

  As the last pages are coming out of the printer, I hear the car in the drive. My chest gets tight again, knowing that they’re home. I wonder if this is going to be the new normal for me: excitement whenever I know they’re near. My girls.

  Oh, wow. That is a wonderful feeling.

  Sophia must be hungry, because I can hear her fussing in the kitchen. I gather the papers and cross the house, eager to join them. When I enter the room, Bunny smiles at me and picks up the bottle.

  “Did you want to feed her?” she asks, holding the bottle as it drips water from the automatic warming unit. “She’s ready now, if you like.”

  “Actually, I would love to feed her. And you can have all of this.”

  I hold out the papers, trying to conceal my pride. I did, after all, just make this for her. And she seems to understand, her eyes going wide.

  “Oh! Are those my new papers? The whole kit and caboodle?”

  “Hopefully, more caboodle than you ever dreamed of,” I quip.

  She raises her eyebrows. “Wow, Spencer. I’m not sure I ever heard you made a lawyer joke before! I like it!”

  Sophia kicks her heels out, smacking her lips and fussing as Bunny arranges her on my lap. She gazes up at me expectantly until I draw the rubber nipple across her lips. Then she latches on instantly, gobbling it down like a pro.

  “We can start baby food any time,” Bunny murmurs. She strokes Sophia’s cheek fondly then sits down.

  “Already? She’s not that grown-up yet.”

  Shrugging, Bunny draws her finger across the top of the stack of papers.

  “The book says we can. I’ve been researching. I have a lot to learn. For instance… did you know that she knows her name now? Try it. Just say it to her.”

  She’s looking up at the ceiling, at the whirling fan as she sucks her bottle and I do try it.

  “Sophia,” I whisper to her.

  Immediately she turns to me, blinking and alert. My heart leaps.

  “Is that for real? She did that because she knows her name?”

  Bunny grins triumphantly. “Yes! I only tested it like four thousand times!”

  “That is so cool, Sophia. Sophia. Sophia, you’re a baby genius!”

  We sit in silence for a few moments. The only sound is Sophia’s satisfied suckling, and the breath that comes out of her nose. I know in a few minutes, she’s going to be happy and sleepy, going down for her morning nap. I love it that I know this.

  “You’re such a good daddy,” Bunny sighs. “All of you, I mean. You’re all wonderful with her.”

  “You’re wonderful with her too,” I smile, catching her eye.

  She’s beautiful, relaxing in a pale green chemise with bright pink Chucks on her feet. Kind of an interesting sense of style.

  “Can you tell me what’s in the papers?”

  “Oh, yes,” I begin again, automatically sitting up straight in my chair and assuming my formal lawyer position. “It is essentially the same document as before, with some substantial additions regarding r
elations—”

  “Wait,” she interrupts, her expression dark.

  “But I thought we were all on the same page.”

  Shifting uncomfortably, she takes a deep breath. “Actually, can you tell me about Nina first? So I know?”

  I don’t want to say anything. I feel like I’m suddenly confronted with the door that I hate opening. I don’t want to look at what is behind that door.

  “Perhaps another time? Perhaps you could ask Royce?”

  “No. I’m asking you. I know you’ll tell me everything you can, Spencer.”

  Sophia finishes her bottle and slumps, instantly dropping off to sleep. She doesn’t just fade into sleep, she plunges into it, as though off a cliff.

  Bunny slides from her chair and reaches for the baby, gathering her up and putting her back in her stroller, which doubles as a bassinet.

  “Um. Well. We found Nina in Chicago. She was there acting on a soap opera. A lot of celebrities come to the hotel, as you know,” I begin. “After Brock and Trey had a few… unsavory relationships… Royce got the idea that our dynasty was at risk. He could just see Brock or Trey with a few out-of-wedlock children, creating hard feelings everywhere they went. Which I don’t mean to be judgmental about in any way. You know what I mean?”

  “I understand what you mean,” Bunny assures me, nodding sagely. “People be cray.”

  “Cray. Exactly. So Royce floated the idea of us finding someone who could satisfy all of us, to protect all of us and more importantly, to protect our child. Or our children. It seemed like a great idea. Well… it seemed like a tolerable idea.”

  “Tolerable. Yes.”

  I cringe slightly. “I don’t mean that as an insult. Not that you personally are being tolerated… I mean, ideally we want to adore you. We do adore you, Bunny. Actually… There’s something about you that makes you—”

  “Can we just talk about Nina? And then maybe get back to how fabulous I am?”

  “Certainly. Ahem. So, where was I… right. Nina caught our eye. Royce was completely up front with her. She was perfectly amenable. Enthusiastic, even. And she was particularly intrigued by our lifestyle, by the celebrity that it brought her, by the travel.

  “So we began with the idea that there might be an heir, at some point, but she was pregnant within a very short period of time. She lost her job with the soap opera and often complained that pregnancy interfered with her ability to find a replacement. That was the real issue, I think. She enjoyed our company, and she enjoyed our lifestyle, but she did not appreciate that it would… take over.”

  “So she lost her dream,” Bunny adds.

  “I suppose that’s basically it. It became a battle between her acting career and the family that we thought we had already agreed to.”

  “I guess if that’s her priority… she was probably very sad.”

  I shrug. I want to dredge up a respectable amount of sympathy for her, but I still feel betrayed. It’s hard for me to say it out loud, but I still feel like she abandoned us before she tried.

  Bunny reads my features and reaches out to touch my hand. She slips her warm, nimble fingers between mine and squeezes. A feeling of relief rushes through me.

  “Well, in our disappointment, we were probably too insistent. I mean, it was all settled in our minds. And she dropped us… and Sophia… a week after Sophia was born. A week. Without even saying anything, lawyers appeared. Lawyers. Good ones.”

  “Plus, she broke your hearts,” Bunny whispers.

  Bowing my head, I just look at our intertwined hands. She did break our hearts, but somehow that feeling seems more remote today. Like it’s receding in the rearview mirror, finally.

  “She did.”

  Tipping her head to the side, Bunny considers the large stack of papers.

  “So what’s in here? What’s new?”

  Again, I snap into lawyer mode. “The nanny sections are unchanged, as we discussed. The relationship sections outline international travel, support for maternity if that should occur, postnatal support, if needed, and of course a schedule which will have to be ad hoc because —”

  “A schedule?” she interrupts.

  I flip through the papers to the blank grid.

  “This is just a starting point, you understand. We can arrange this how you like, even arrange days off. This way every brother—”

  “Not all at once? Like yesterday?”

  I check her face to see if she is serious, and she does not seem to be laughing. She blinks those big brown eyes at me as innocently as she can, considering she had five dicks inside her yesterday.

  “Certainly, if you want to. Otherwise will we take turns? To be fair?”

  Smacking her lips, she giggles deeply. “I probably can’t do it every night. But it is a bit of a dream come true for me, you understand?”

  “You did seem pretty enthused yesterday,” I smile.

  “Mmmmmmmm, yeah,” she groans, pressing her knees together. “That was amazing. So where’s the pen?”

  I hand her the pen and she flips to the back page.

  “Are you sure? The offer to find an independent attorney to read this over for you still stands, you know.”

  She signs her name with a flourish, stabbing the paper to dot the I in her last name. Then she flips back to the chart and hovers over the square for Saturday. With a wink, she writes the name Spencer in the middle of it.

  “Does that mean we can get started today?”

  Something tightens in my chest. Instantly I’m hard for her, and the proper lawyer part of me melts into the background. I reach out for the legs of her chair and drag it across the kitchen floor until she’s close to me.

  Giggling, she climbs onto my lap, straddling my thighs with hers. She wiggles against my crotch, circling her pussy over my hard-on.

  “Is there anything in that document about what you guys have to do? Your responsibilities?”

  Her lips hover over mine, sweet and inviting. Slowly she lowers her mouth to kiss mine and I realize this is our first kiss. This is the first time, and it’s glorious. Her taste satisfies a thirst I didn’t know I had. I was so used to it, I thought that’s just how I was.

  Before I know it, my hands are in her hair, pulling her onto me, reveling in the sweet taste from her mouth. Her fingers fumble at my trousers to free my cock and then guide it inside of her. She moans loudly, filling my mouth with the vibrations.

  I want to come so badly, to drive to that bliss immediately, but I want her to come first. I move my mouth down to her nipple, biting it through the dress. Seems she’s not wearing a bra, which makes me almost nut right there. Circling my thumb over her clit, I rub faster and faster, hoping she can meet me at the same time.

  “Yeah, baby,” she moans. “You know exactly what I need. Fuck me!”

  I feel she’s close, feel her channel clasping at me, trembling on the edge of coming. She rides me mercilessly, pounding against my balls until finally I can’t stand it anymore and grab her shoulders, jamming her all the way onto my cock, tipping her back so she can take every last inch, down to my nut sack.

  Her eyes roll back in her head as she yelps, clenching her whole body in the overwhelming, electrifying orgasm. Then she slumps forward, sweating and moaning as she drapes herself over my shoulders and kisses my neck.

  Finally I can breathe, and finally my vision clears again. She is still on top of me and I feel my cum dribbling between my sticky thighs, pooling under my ass.

  “The document says we have to give you everything,” I tell her when I catch my breath, continuing where I left off. “Twenty million dollars if you should ever need to leave us. Billions if you decide to stay. And all the cock you can handle. On command. Day or night and in any combination.”

  “It really says that? Like, literally?” she yawns against my shoulder.

  “It may be the very first legal document to ever say that,” I tell her. “Anything you want, Bunny. Forever.”

  Chapter 15

 
Sully

  Bunny’s eyes are wide with amazement when she realizes that this jet actually has a nursery on it.

  It wasn’t really that difficult to get a carpenter to put up a partition and paint the curved walls pink, but Bunny is positively delighted. She carries Sophia through the decorated pocket door to the nursery, cooing in her ear.

  “All your favorite toys are here, baby girl! Look at how nice all of this is! And this mural…”

  She drags her fingers along the trailing vines and elephants entangled trunk to tail. She looks at me and rolls her eyes, comically.

  “You guys are too much!” she exclaims. “And look, Sophia, it’s your favorite kind of crib too! Just bolted to the floor for safety!”

  “Of course,” I shrug. “Couldn’t have her just rolling around at altitude, could we?”

  “Oh, of course not," Bunny pouts dramatically as she straps Sophia into her bouncy chair. It seems like in the past few days, she’s gotten better at holding her head up and now all she wants to do is be mostly upright. She’s growing up so fast.

  “Well this is all pretty amazing, I have to admit. I knew private jets were something else but… This is really something else!"

  “I’d love to show you the rest of it,” I say, remembering our abbreviated but wonderful tour of the yacht in the harbor.

  “Oh… I would love for you to show me the rest of it too,” she winks. “It’s just about Sophia’s naptime anyway. I believe we will have some time to ourselves. But it’s not your day on the schedule, Sully. Did you get the shared calendar?”

  “The shared—”

  There’s a commotion behind me and I turn around to see my brothers all clambering into the cabin, jostling in an undignified way. It’s always Brock and Trey, bringing the roughhousing back in. Royce is almost forty. He wouldn’t have Trey in a headlock right now if Trey hadn’t started it. Trey brings this stuff on himself.

  “Hey!” I raise my voice. “We have a calendar? Already?"