An Heir for the Billionaire Werebears(6)

"Sounds great," I said. "Thank you for breakfast. It was absolutely delicious."

She smiled at me. "Anytime."

I drifted upstairs and took out my computer. I had always been a big researcher, and now I needed to find out the best way to get pregnant.

There were forums upon forums filled with women who had fertility problems. I found so many horror stories. One woman talked about the expensive injections that she took over a long period of time in order to freeze her eggs. Facebook famously covered egg freezing for its employees, and it sounded like a great step forward. But as I read the accounts of these women, I realized that egg freezing wasn't as simple as people made it out to be. It was very expensive and took a lot of time. And you had no guarantees at the end that your egg would make a baby.

It looked like artificial insemination was a lot easier on a woman. You just had to check the time that you ovulated.

I started looking at when people ovulated. It was generally in the middle of their cycle. If you had a 4-week cycle, then it would be two weeks between periods.

I pulled up my period tracker on my iPhone and looked. That was today.

The fertile period was sort of up in the air. Some people said it was 12 hours. Others said that it was 36. I made a mental note to talk to the boys about it when they got home.

I closed my laptop and wandered around my new home. Besides the kitchen and my bedroom, I had not seen very much. I found a set of stairs going down, and I walked into Wonderland.





Wonderland





There are a lot of guys who turn their basements into Man Caves, with a big TV and a fridge full of beer. This Man Cave was on steroids.

They had a bowling alley down here. There was a pool table, a ping-pong table, and an air hockey table. I could see through a pair of French doors that they had an indoor swimming pool, which seemed smart with the Los Angeles sun. Mosaics covered the wall in there, telling the story of The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway, one of my favorites.

Another room had a movie theater. I guessed that this was the closest that they got to a prototypical Man Cave. It had surround sound speakers, and the screen wasn't a mere white place where you could project your movie. Instead, it was a multi-panel 4k LED screen that showed everything in ultra-sharp definition. It was amazing.

Instead of having a rack of DVDs, they had an automated rack of Blu-ray discs. It looked like a jukebox. You could flip, and then when you chose one of the discs, it would play that movie. It was absolutely awesome. I knew I would be back.

In the next room, they had a gym. It wasn't huge, but it had everything you needed. They had an elliptical, a treadmill, and a Stairmaster. They had racks of free weights and a complicated machine that had a set of instructions on the side for how to do a gazillion different workouts using it.


I went up to my room and put on a sports bra and running shorts. I laced up my sneakers. I grabbed my sports headphones and plugged them into my iPhone. I went downstairs to the basement, and I let the music take me away as I ran on the treadmill. I let go of all of the sorrow, all of the shock, all of the negative emotions from yesterday. My life was here, and now, in this gorgeous mansion with everything I would ever want and two handsome men who wanted me. Could life get any better than this?

I smiled as I thought about telling them tonight that I was fertile, that I was ripe for conception. Asher might be a gentleman about what it meant, but Xavier wouldn't be.

When I was done, my legs felt invincible, like they could go on forever. They were also sore. As I walked up the stairs, I was hobbling, using the stair rail for support. I went very slowly.

The housekeeper was already gone, and I walked upstairs to my room. She had cleaned up everything, and it sat in neat rows. My bathroom was far cleaner than I had ever made it.

I showered, getting the sweat off of my back. The water pressure felt great on my face, and I relaxed as the warm water flowed over me and my sore muscles.

I was just rinsing out my conditioner when my bathroom door opened. The shower door slid open. It was Xavier.





Fertile





"You're ready," Xavier said. He turned off the shower and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me thoroughly and fiercely.

"How did you know? I was going to tell you guys tonight."

"Honey, I'd have to be human-stupid to not smell you." I stiffened. "I'm sorry. I can smell. I have a nose." He tapped it.

Xavier picked me up off of my feet and threw me on my bed.

"There aren't time for niceties. Those will come later. Right now, I have to f*ck you hard and fast."

He took off his clothes in record time. He discarded everything on the floor like it was trash, even though I could clearly see that his belt was Versace.

His body was magnificent, but not in the Mr. Olympia way. He was toned and broad-shouldered. It reminded me how Scotsmen threw trees. It was called tossing the caber. He looked like he tossed the caber every morning. I shivered in delight.

“Wait for me,” came a voice over my shoulder.

Asher stood there, and he stripped just as fast as Xavier had. He had washboard abs and the same build as Xavier: huge, sturdy, and burly.

I was naked and wet in more ways than one. I readied myself as Xavier positioned his body between my open legs. He pushed them apart, far enough apart that my thighs protested.