Chapter 13 Evan
EVAN
Ijust fucked my best friend’s wife.
Shit. I fist my hair, almost tearing it from my scalp.
This is messed up.
But it felt so good. So fucking good.
I stare into their bathroom mirror, the door of their en suite still ajar.
The movie long forgotten as Nate helps Nora get comfortable on the bed, her bottom propped up, keeping my cum inside of her, and fuck, as I clean my dick, it’s thickening again.
Bloody typical. I couldn’t get hard before and now it won’t go down.
Nate pushes the door open and slinks into the bathroom with me. “You good?”
I nod, my eyes drifting to a wet patch on his joggers. Despite my high stress level, I can’t stop the smile from unfurling on my lips.
“Don’t say a word,” he grits out, fully aware he’s made a mess of himself.
“That turn you on?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Or were you watching your homemade movie?”
He chuckles as he shoves his joggers and boxers down, then lifts his t-shirt off with one hand. “I forgot that was on the USB.” He shrugs. “Worked though, didn’t it?”
My gaze roams over his broad chest. He’s big all over, like a bear. Much bigger than he was at uni, and hairier.
He steps into the shower cubicle and turns it on. “The Chinese should be here any time, can you listen out for it?”
I tuck myself away. “Sure.”
Are we all just gonna eat Chinese food like it’s a regular fucking day? As if I haven’t just pounded his wife right in front of him? We haven’t just crossed a line—we’ve run over it, tied it in knots, balled it up and tossed it out to sea.
Nora’s legs are in the air, bare feet with pink-painted toes resting against the headboard, a cushion wedged beneath her. Her dress fans over her thick thighs, my cum inside her, cheeks still flushed.
Fucking beautiful.
I shuffle awkwardly on my feet, my dick still hard. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out.
I’m not one for just fucking a woman and leaving, but it’s not like I can go over to the bed and cuddle with my best friend’s wife, though leaving now doesn’t sit right with me.
A knock at the door makes me jolt, and thank fuck I’m saved by the bell. “That’ll be the food.” I dart out of the room, finally able to take a deep breath as I jog down the stairs.
I open the door to the takeaway guy. The cold night air hits me like a shock to the system, bringing me back to reality, but my boxers are still uncomfortably tight. I hand over the cash, mumble a thanks, and shut the door quickly.
The aroma fills the hall, my stomach twisting—not from hunger, but from the mess upstairs.
I set the bags on the kitchen island, pulling cartons out one by one. Chow mein. Egg fried rice. Prawn toast. I’m halfway through stacking prawn crackers in a bowl when footsteps pad down the stairs. My shoulders tense.
Nate strolls in, damp hair pushed back, clean joggers on, looking far too relaxed for someone whose wife is upstairs with my cum inside her. “You serving up already,” he says, grabbing plates from the cupboard.
“Yeah I already served up my balls this evening.” I chuckle. “I worked up an appetite.”
He dishes up the noodles. “Appreciate it, mate.”
I freeze. I’m not sure what he appreciates? Me paying for the Chinese or fucking his wife?
Then he glances at me with a sly grin. “So. You and my wife, eh?”
I let out a low laugh. “You make it sound like we ran off into the sunset together.”
“You know what I mean. You went all… full alpha up there.” He quirks his brow. “Reminded me of old times.”
I grin, unable to resist. “About that wet patch.”
“Am I ever gonna live that down?” He points a chopstick at me.
“And for the record. Seeing her like that—” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuck, you should’ve seen the view I had.
I challenge any man not to come in their pants, with my wife’s bouncing tits in their face and ecstasy painting her features.
We need to figure out the logistics for next time. ”
“Next time?”
Light footsteps sound on the stairs.
Nora pads in barefoot, still in her summer dress. Chest flushed, her thighs rubbing together as if trying to still hold in my cum, like it’s the most sacred thing in the world.
Nate and I go quiet while we admire the woman before us.
She eyes the two of us, then the food. “You could cut the awkward with a knife,” she says, sitting at the table. “We’re all adults. We can talk about it.”
Nate brings over the plates. “That’s exactly what we were about to do.”
She picks up a prawn cracker. “Right. Then I’ll start. Next time—”
I choke on my beer. “Next time? You want there to be a next time?”
She lifts a brow. “Well, I’m ovulating, and if we’re doing this, we need to make the most of it.”
Nate nods. “We’ve got maybe a couple more days, tops. Sperm can hang around a while, but the egg’s only good for a day or so. So yeah—more is better.”
I gulp, gawking between them. “You two are terrifying.”
Nora chews on her nail. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
I lean back in my chair. That’s the problem. I do want to. Maybe too much.
The three of us eat in silence for a beat, the clink of chopsticks and the low hum of the fridge the only sounds.
My mind’s already racing ahead, imagining how the next time might look…
and how much deeper we’re all about to get into this.
But I did this. I fucking bulldozed a line and these two crazy fucks don’t even see it.
I shovel the noodles into my mouth. Every bite tastes like sex and bad decisions, and yet I can’t bring myself to stop eating.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline, maybe it’s the fact I skipped lunch, or maybe it’s the absurdity of sitting here with them like we’ve just finished a board game instead of whatever the hell that was upstairs.
Nate wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “So. Boundaries.”
I cough, nearly inhaling a bit of rice. “Right. Those.”
He sets his chopsticks down, glancing between me and Nora. “I mean, tonight was…” His gaze flickers to her. “…intense. And hot as fuck. But we probably need to figure out what’s on the table. Or… you know, off it.”
“Like a kink list or something?” I gulp.
Nora hides her smile behind her glass of water.
“I’m serious,” Nate says. “Are there… parts you don’t want to touch? Things you don’t want to do?”
I shift in the wooden chair, trying to get comfortable. “You tell me. She’s your wife.”
Nate leans back, casual as ever, but he strokes the stubble on his jaw as if he’s thinking over a math equation. “You’ve known her as long as I have. What do you think?”
“I’m right here. Hello.” She waves her hand, swishing her water.
“I think you’re both out of your minds for going along with this in the first place.”
Nora sets her glass down. “That’s not an answer.”
“Fine.” I blow out a slow breath. “I felt awkward as hell.”
Nate chuckles. “You could’ve fooled me. You didn’t sound awkward when you went all Christian Grey on my wife.”
I screw my face up. “Who the fuck is Christian Grey?”
Nora pipes up. “Fifty Shades. I made Nate read the books to me.”
I flinch my head back. “You kinky fucker. You gonna pull out your flogger next time?”
He chuckles. “So you agree there’s gonna to be a next time?”
I groan and scrub a hand over my face. “Look, if you want the truth, I didn’t know what the rules were. I wasn’t sure if I could touch her face, kiss her, hold her after… It felt like I was trespassing.”
Nate grins. “You can touch her, mate. You just can’t run off with her.”
“What about kissing? I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never fucked a woman without kissing and I certainly didn’t like how I just left her on the bed afterwards. It was so cold.”
Nora tilts her head, eyes locked on mine. “Next time you can kiss me.” She turns to Nate as if for confirmation, with a tremble in her breath. “Right?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with, dimples.”
The air grows thin. “You sure you want there to be a next time?”
She doesn’t look away. “Like I said, I’m ovulating.”
Nate nods. “Couple more days before we miss the window.”
I stab at a piece of chicken just to have something to do with my hands. “You two sound like you’re scheduling a car service.”
“It’s biology,” Nora says.
“Think of it like you’re servicing my wife,” Nate says.
My ears burn. My mind is already replaying the way she felt, the sound of her voice when she came, Nate’s hand holding her steady. I shouldn’t be hard at the dinner table, but here we are.
Nate pushes the mushroom chow mien towards me. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”
I roll my eyes, but take some anyway. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Be thankful I chucked the seeds and vitamins, mate.” The bastard smirks. “No matter how much fun we have, this is about getting her pregnant.”
“Right,” I say. “Just business.” But this is more than boardrooms and meetings—this is dangerous. We’ve opened a door and now it’s shut behind us and there’s no going back.
And I’m not sure any of us wants to.