Chapter 9 Nate
NATE
Evan’s cheeks turn bright red. “I…” He straightens his tie as if getting ready to propose a business deal.
I should hate the idea of Evan fucking Nora, but my cock thickens beneath my zipper. I’d never allow another man to touch her or even look at her that way. Not my Nora. But this is Evan. We’ve shared everything since we were kids.
Nora bites her lip, her cheeks flushed. She’s not opposed to the idea either.
Evan lets out a sigh. “Fuck. No. I meant, Jordan and Lisa, the lesbian couple, used a turkey baster. Her brother offered his sperm so they could have a kid that at least resembled her. I think she was pregnant on the second try.”
My shoulders deflate. Of course that’s what he meant.
I’m the sick fuck with depraved thoughts about sharing my wife.
I’m sure there’s a name for it. Though I’d never share her with just anybody.
Having another man’s sperm inside her sickens me, despite my suggestion of a donor.
I’d do anything to make her happy, even ignore my possessive and jealous nature, but with Evan, there’s no bitterness, just pure desire zipping through my veins like an electrical current travelling straight to my dick.
Nora wipes the streaks of tears from her cheeks. “I’m ovulating soon.” A blush colours her face, but her eyes glimmer with hope. “I always hoped we’d make our baby with love, not a turkey baster. But at this point, I’ll try anything.”
I study Evan, questioning how far he’d go.
One simple look tells me he’s willing to go all the way.
Whatever we need. The three of us gape at each other in silence, the air charged with everything we want to say but are too afraid to admit.
It can’t just be me thinking it. I know my wife.
The way her thighs rub together with anticipation, her teeth gnawing on her plump bottom lip, swollen from crying, and the redness creeping over her chest. She’s as aroused as I am at the idea.
“What if I said you could fuck my wife?” There, I said it. Now I’m the one with heat rising up my neck, burning my cheeks.
Nora’s mouth parts, but nothing comes out.
Evan pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and folds his arms across his chest. “Nate… It’s Nora.” He flashes her a look, a glimmer of heat in his gaze.
My wife may be overweight in medical terms, but she’s filled out in all the right places, with brunette hair falling around the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. I know my wife is stunning, and you’d have to be blind not to notice her.
Evan’s always known she was off-limits from the day we moved into our uni dorms. I was smitten. But I’ve seen the way he is with her. They’re as much best friends as Evan is with me. It isn’t so much sharing my wife with my best friend, but sharing my best friend with my wife.
I lean back against the wooden desk, my hands in my pockets as if we’re casually discussing ideas for a new project. “You said you’d do whatever it takes. Let’s do this the old-fashioned way. Together.”
Nora rises from the seat and slides her palms over my broad chest. “You’ll be there?”
My lips curl up in the corner. “Of course I’m gonna be there when we make our baby. I’ll be the one making you come.”
Evan paces the office. “Nate. You’re not thinking straight. You need to slow down and process this.”
He’s wrong. For the first time since I found out I was incapable of producing viable sperm, everything is crystal clear. I’ve known him my whole life. We’ve had each other’s backs for as long as I can remember, and if things were the other way around, I’d be there for him. Whatever he needed.
He turns to Nora and waves his hand towards me. “Are you gonna talk some sense into him?”
Nora’s speechless. She wants this as much as I do. I can practically hear the cogs turning in her brain. If she were against it, she’d have spoken out already. My wife’s no wallflower, and she’s certainly not afraid to give me a piece of her mind.
“Nora,” Evan shouts, the sound snapping her mouth shut. “Are you seriously considering this?”
“It was your idea.”
“Yeah, with a turkey baster.”
She winces and sits back down, squirming in her seat. “The device sounds painful.”
Evan stops pacing and cocks his head at her with a quirk of his lips. “You haven’t seen the size of my dick.”
“Are we flirting now?” I laugh and pat him on the back.
He observes me warily, then shakes his head. “You two are fucking crazy.” Before we can say anything, he lifts his jacket from the coat hook, then flies out the door.
I peruse Nora with a smile still playing on my lips. “Well, that went well.”
Her shoulders curl inwards as she swivels in the chair and flops onto the desk, her head buried in her arms. “Evan’s right. We can’t cross that line, Nate. Our friendship would never be the same.”
I take two steps towards her and massage her shoulders from behind. “Where can I buy a turkey baster?”