Chapter 11 Nate
NATE
Nora can’t stop chewing her fingernails. “Evan’s been an awfully long time.”
The clock on the wall ticks by another minute. Thirty-one minutes to be precise.
She nibbles on the skin around her nails. “You should check on him?”
I glance up from my phone. “He’ll be down soon.”
She rises from the sofa and grips her floaty dress at her sides. “What if he’s having second thoughts?”
“Nah, he’ll be done soon.” Surely he can’t be up there much longer.
“How long does it usually take?”
I shrug. “Anything from a few minutes to half an hour, depends.”
She worries her lower lip between her teeth. “Will you check on him? What if something happened?”
I can’t stop the chuckle that rumbles out of me. “You worried he’s had a heart attack while jacking off?”
She widens her eyes. “Could he?”
I shake my head with another laugh. “Maybe his sixty million sperm exploded all over the bathroom and he’s spent the last thirty minutes cleaning.”
Her face pales. “Oh gosh, do you think I need to do a deep clean?”
I let out a huff. “I’ll go check on him.”
After taking the stairs two at a time, I hold my breath outside the bathroom door. “You good in there, mate?”
The bolt slides against the door, and Evan swings it open, his head bowed. “I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”
“What do you mean you can’t do it?” A void opens in my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. I should’ve known this was too much to ask. Too good to be true. And too hard for Evan, though as I let my gaze drift to his crotch, he doesn’t appear hard at all beneath his joggers.
Evan’s face turns red. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and grits his teeth. “I can’t get it up.”
I quirk my lips. “Mate, you've got stage fright.” I place a hand on his biceps and tug him into the bedroom. “Get yourself comfortable. I’ll find you some porn.”
The huge TV on our bedroom wall comes alive as I tap the remote control to find something on the USB stick.
Evan sits on the edge of the bed in front of the TV. “Does Nora know you have porn?”
“I don’t have much. I downloaded some for her when she was doing those ‘not suitable for work’ illustrations for that author client.
She needed some references.” I use the remote to scroll through the files on the USB stick and open a folder called NSFW.
“Here, knock yourself out.” I toss the remote to Evan as a porno plays.
This one was a particular favourite of Nora’s.
She’d always jump my bones whenever the three guys were worshipping the woman.
“You gonna stay and watch?” Evan huffs.
I snap my gaze from the screen. “I’ll help you if I need to.” My lips quirk into another grin. “If I have to stick my finger in your ass to locate your prostate, I will.”
Evan raises an eyebrow.
Moans from the TV fill the room, but I can’t take my eyes off him. My cock twitches in my jeans.
Acid burns my throat. Nora. I shouldn’t be thinking about anyone else like this. Definitely not another man. Especially not my best friend.
“I left the cup in the bathroom,” Evan says.
“I’ll get it.” Striding out of the room, I pass Nora sitting at the top of the stairs, chewing on her fingernails. I give her a reassuring smile before entering the bathroom and retrieving the glass.
More moans sound from the TV, only this time they’re different. I freeze in the bathroom doorway. My eyes flick to Nora’s wide ones.
Her skin pales. “Is that…?”
“What the fuck?” Evan shouts from the bedroom.
I burst inside.
Evan’s eyes are fixed on the screen, his cock rock-hard, watching me pound into my wife from behind.
I snatch the remote from him, but the damn thing won’t work.
“You made your own porno?” Evan says as he flicks his gaze to mine, his fist wrapped around his erection.
I nod to his hand with a smirk. “It got you hard, didn’t it?”
His cheeks turn crimson, and I fucking love it when he gets all flustered.
“Nate, I thought you deleted this?” Nora says from the bedroom doorway, her hands covering her cheeks, which are probably as red as Evan’s right now.
I hand Evan the cup before he blows his load. With the look on his face, it won’t be long.
He swats it out of my hand. “Fuck it.” He rises to his feet, his six-foot frame almost as tall as me, where I’m more stocky, he’s more toned from the gym.
Marriage has made me comfortable. But right now I’m out of my fucking comfort zone as Evan stands in front of me, his fist still wrapped around his length.
“On the bed.” He nods, gesturing for me to lie down.
My heart thumps beneath my ribs, heat rising in my cheeks, but I mask it all with my usual humour. “You gonna get me pregnant?”
His lips curve into a sinister grin. “Oh sweetheart, with my sixty million sperm, I probably could if I wanted to.” He turns his head to Nora in the doorway, his blue eyes now as dark as night, almost feral, like a wild animal has broken free of his restraints.
“Nora, get your sweet pussy over here. You won’t be needing the syringe. ”
I lift on my elbows to check my wife’s good, but when our eyes meet, she’s more than good. She’s practically vibrating.
“Take off your knickers,” Evan says in the domineering tone he only ever uses in the bedroom and the boardroom. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”