Page 23 of Bred By the Wolfman

“You’ve never explained what your job is,” he says after a time. So we both know that I’ve been cagey about it. I’ve tried to avoid the question as long as I can, but now he’s asking me point-blank.

“Well, uh...” Shit. I didn’t want to have to tell him this soon. Maybe the sex wasn’t mind-blowing, but he’s an all right guy. Not the sort of person I see myself settling down with, but maybe that’s because there’s only one creature in the world with whom I could have ever seen that future.

Bill.

Which is insane, now that I think about it. All we did was fuck—twice. I don’t even know what his face looks like. And I have to explain that to this guy I’ve just met?

“Is it something illegal?” Robbie asks at my silence. “Are you a criminal?”

I snort-laugh at this. “No, no. It’s all above-board.”

“‘Above-board’?” he asks, bewildered. “Is there a chance that it could be below-board?”

I shrug helplessly. I guess I have to fess up now if I don’t want him to think I’m a mobster.

“I’m, um...” I want to say, A wolfman with a great dick bred me full of his cub. Instead, the words that come out are: “I’m a surrogate.”

Robbie blinks. “A surrogate? Like you bid for people at auctions?”

Now it’s my turn to stare. “What? No. Like, uh, you know.” I gesture downwards at my abdomen. “Like, babies?”

I can see the moment it clicks because his mouth falls open. He gapes at me as his eyes travel down to my flat stomach, then back up again.

“You’re pregnant?” he asks. I think the best description for his face is flabbergasted. “Seriously? With... some random person’s kid?”

I nod slowly. “Yep. That’s my job. Incubating for the next... eight months now, I guess.”

There’s a quick flash of disgust on his face, but he quickly hides it. I suppose I should’ve expected that—and maybe I should have told him before he slept with me—but I can’t take it back.

“Huh.” He thinks it over for a long moment, and then his lips quirk up. “I didn’t know that was a job.”

I offer him a shrug. “Yep. People who can’t have kids on their own hire me. It’s through an agency, though, so it’s all anonymous.”

I thought that would make it better, but his eyes go wide. “So you don’t even know the parents?”

I’m one of the parents, I want to say. But at the end of the day, I won’t be. I’m more of an egg donor, if I’m being honest with myself.

“Nope,” I finally tell him. “Really, it’s just a job. It definitely pays better than my last one.”

I can already tell Robbie looks at me differently now, which I expected. I guess if he asks me to leave, I know how better to go about the next relationship, if there is one. I’ll just be up-front at the start.

After a few moments of thought, though, Robbie’s eyebrows lower and his mouth curls on one side. “So, basically,” he says, “you can’t get pregnant again.”

It catches me off-guard. “Well, uh, no. Generally that’s how biology works.”

“And you’re going to carry it for the whole nine months?”

I’m about to correct him by saying actually, it’s ten, but stop myself. The last thing I need is to add fuel to the fire and reveal that the father of my baby is a wolfman.

“That’s the plan,” I say cheerfully.

Robbie’s rather wicked smile spreads further. “You know, it’s always been kind of a... hm, fantasy of mine.” He sets down his glass of orange juice and gets out of his chair. “To have sex with a pregnant woman.”

My eyes must get as big as saucers when he says this, because Robbie’s mouth closes and he stops moving towards me.

“Is that weird?” he asks. “I feel like that was weird.”

“Hey, man,” I say, raising both hands. “I’m not going to kink-shame you.”

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