Melissa’s Reviews > Nine Month Contract > Status Update

“Good morning, Milkshake.” I drop soft kisses on her black-and-white fur. Milkshake seemed like a fitting name for her after I saw how she brought all the boys to the yard on that jobsite last week. She had Calder wrapped around her finger for sure.

Trista named the kitten Milkshake 🐈‍⬛🥤

Trista- How do I still want sex when I’ve literally never had more of it in my entire life? Is it truly just the hormones? Is it the sneaking around? Is it Wyatt?
It’s all of it...all of it is a recipe for feral, uncontrollable lust, and I will mourn the loss of him when this all ends.

Wyatt- I realize that having sex this often creates the opportunity for feelings to come into play. But with Trista...it feels safe because there’s literally a contract between us that guarantees this end date. That concrete fact gives me a sense of freedom I’ve never felt with a woman. For the next few months, I can just be me, and she can just be her, and when this is done, we both go our separate ways.

I was sitting here worried about him falling for me...but if he keeps talking like that, it could very well be the other way around.

Trista is starting to fall for Wyatt

Wyatt- He notices my confused expression and adds, “But if you need to hear it...you’re beautiful pregnant, not pregnant, stretch marks, no stretch marks. If I passed you in a bar somewhere in Denver, I would definitely moo.”
Trista- My smile is wobbly as my stomach flutters at that ridiculous compliment. A mooing mountain man—why is that so cute?

“We need to establish some ground rules for this sexuationship.
“Sexuationship?” He repeats the word I just made up, and I have to laugh.
“Yes, this is officially a sexuationship,” I reply…

Trista and Wyatt
New word

“I was just thinking about how your gargantuan dick should make childbirth a little bit easier.”
He frowns, clearly not understanding my thought process.
I bob my head up at him. “Because you’re stretching me out.”

She said he’s gargantuan. 👀

“God, you’re weird,” I reply with a laugh shattering the moment. He glares at me so I elaborate. “On the outside, you’re this rugged, scary guy offering dirty orgasms, but on the inside you’re total mush aren’t you?”
He leans close as he replies, “Just don’t tell anyone.” His brows lift lasciviously. “How am I supposed to remain the mysterious, grumpy brother if word gets out I’m a softy?”

When I started this surrogacy job, I never imagined seeing him this much. I thought it’d be doctor’s appointments and maybe occasionally in the barn. Now, this man has somehow barreled his way into my shower.

Trista about Wyatt

He tilts his head to the side and eyes me firmly. “I told you if I fucked you, every part of you would belong to me. Did you think I was joking?”
“Do you realize how crazy that sounds?”
“Didn’t seem like you minded last night.”
I scoff and shake my head. “My God, you are like a long-lost caveman who’s never operated in normal society.”

Wyatt and Trista