Page 51 of The Penalty

Needs A Breeding: answer the question.

Ejaculate: I don’t know what you mean.

Needs A Breeding: ye big holiday dinners that take days of prep work

Ejaculate: We don’t really do a big thing.

Needs A Breeding: so is that u or ur mom or do u have other people over 2

Ejaculate: Just us.

The nickname Rhys gave me in our chat reminds me that I want him and I can’t have him. Doesn’t make me stop being curious though. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I make my way to Tobi’s room and knock on the door.

“What?”

I take that as an invitation to enter and close the door. Mom and Dad do not need to hear this.

“So, you’re into dudes, right?”

He glares at me over his phone from his spot on the bed.

“Yes, why?”

“Am I breedable?”

Tobi blinks, then stares at me.

“Because I feel like I am, yet no breeding is happening.”

Tobi’s eyebrows pull together, and he narrows one eye like he’s thinking. I appreciate him taking this seriously. It’s a serious matter. I might not be able to breed with Rhys, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it to happen at all.

Wait.

Is that why Rhys changed my name to needs a breeding? Because he wants to breed me? Was he trying to tell me something?

Oh fuck! Don’t get hard! Don’t get hard!

Ice. Politics. Kittens. England.

No no no no…

With cat like reflexes, I grab his desk chair and spin it around to sit down, hiding my crotch.

Hopefully.

Rhys is definitely breedable. If I could get him pregnant, I would. He would have all my babies.

I groan and rub my face.

No!

I can’t think about him like this.

“Why are you asking me?” Tobi finally speaks.

“The guys were talking about breeding a girl because she was hot or whatever, but then Mom said?—”

“You asked Mom if you were breedable?!” Tobi shouts and jerks upright on his bed. “What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?!”

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