Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NATE
Unlocking the front door, I close it quietly behind me and twist the key to lock it. Placing my keys on the side unit, I look around the dark house. Stepping down the hallway, I move into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I stand for a moment, playing the evening over in my head, but one moment plays on repeat.
James' pussy.
Sipping my water, I close my eyes for a moment and imagine what I would have done to her if I was here and walked in. The way I would take my time, memorising every inch of her body. Memorising every mark, every scar, every imperfection. I would memorise it all. My fingers would slip between her legs, circling over her clit before sinking into her wet pussy. My lips brushing over her warm, sensitive skin before locking around her nipples, licking and sucking them into my mouth as I give her pussy the attention it deserves. I want to be the one to make her back arch, to make her fingers grip the bedsheets. I want to be the reason for her orgasms. All of them.
I was sick.
But I had obsessed over her for years.
Just no one knew about her.
I was careful.
I left no crumbs.
I've watched her more times than I would like to admit, only difference now, she was mine. Legally bound to me.
My cock throbs and I can't ignore it this time.
I storm forward and climb the stairs two at a time and once I am on the landing, I seek her room out. Quietly stepping forward, her door is ajar. I stand for a moment, breaths a little ragged. She is asleep out of the covers, her fluffy blanket kicked off her. Frilly cream shorts, showing her milky skin and her ass creases. She is hugging her pillow on her side, leg lifted, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I push the door a little more open.
My cock is aching between my legs. Throbbing even. I go to step back when she moves, a moan passing her lips and something in me snaps, turning my feral.
I bend, placing my water bottle on the floor before I unbutton my suit pants, pushing them down to my thighs and fisting my hand into the waistband of my boxers. Curling my fingers around my girth, pleasure burns through me in an instant.
Slowly, I pump my hand up and down my cock, tightening my grip as I watch her in bed, my mind replaying when she finger fucked herself into oblivion.
“Fuck,” I whisper, head tipping back before I drop it forward, eyes watching as I jerk off over my wife. My cock bobs in my hand, pre-cum sitting on the tip of my swollen head and I know I am close. Up and down, up and down, brushing my thumb over the head, a shiver dancing up my spine as I shudder, my stomach coiling as pleasure builds deep inside of me. My eyes are back on her, what I would do to climb behind her, skim my fingers under the frill of her shorts and make her cum all over my fingers, and once she had come over my fingers, I would make her cum on my tongue and finally my dick. But I wouldn't stop. I would fuck her until I had nothing else to give, fuck her until she was sore and tired and slumped against my chest begging me to stop. I would bathe her, clean her up and let her sleep knowing full well I would be ready to fuck her again in an hour or two.
A guttural groan vibrates up my throat as I feel the pressure snap and I fist my cock back inside my boxers and spurt my hot cum all over my hand and on the inside of my underwear.
I am panting, heart thrashing and my wife has no idea what I have just done.
I am disgusting.
But I am satisfied.
Sinking back into the shadows, I take myself to my bathroom and wash myself of my sins.
And then I jerk off again before I finally fall into bed and dream of the pretty redhead I tricked into marrying me.
JAMES
I stumble out of bed and feel groggy as hell but I have no idea why. Maybe because I slept heavy? Maybe because I sunk a bottle of wine to myself and have now made myself feel sick to my stomach. I am so grateful to be off until next week. Bonus of my bosses being friends with my husband is that the wedding we're going to, they're also attending. Before Nate, I offered to nanny for them, but they said I wasn't needed. Kind of grateful now.
I splash my face with cool water and then brush my teeth. My mouth is dry as hell. Scraping my hair into a messy bun, I grab an oversized jumper and pull it over my head. It's warm in the house, but I don’t want to waltz around in a skimpy cropped top and shorts. Tugging the hem of the pink jumper down, the frill of my shorts poking out, I debate changing but I am covered. Nothing can be seen. It's no different to me wearing a pair of shorts or a skirt. He wouldn't look at me like that.
Simply business.
Simply platonic.
Sighing, I swipe my phone off the nightstand and catch up with the girls. I walk cautiously down the stairs and Brooke goes on to tell me that her investor has invited her to his club ‘ whiskey kisses’ next week uptown and did we want to go.
Of course, I said yes, so did Heidi.
My smile widened as Brooke sent a few raunchy emoji messages and then I was hit with a hard, toned body.
My eyes lift from my phone, and I blink a couple of times as Nate looks down at me, silly grin on his face, hair all messy as if he has just rolled out of bed.
“Careful where you’re going Little Ember,” and I step back, cheeks burning red.
“Sorry,” I roll my lips as I lock my phone and slip it into the waistband of my shorts. My eyes roam up his body and I am internally squealing at the sight of him. Shirtless. Gray low hung sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination, but I drag my greedy eyes up to his.
“You okay?” he asks as he turns and walks towards the kitchen and I hum in agreement.
“I need coffee,” I place my hand to my head when I feel the sudden thump at my temple and a radiating pain at the base of my neck.
“You feeling unwell?” he looks over his shoulder as he fills the machine with water.
“I drunk too much last night,” I grumble as I lean across the breakfast bar, one foot over the other. I sigh and watch as he grabs two mugs. “How was your night? You're very chipper for someone who went on a stag night.”
Wish I felt that. I feel rotten.
He laughs loudly, and it fills the room, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“I can handle my drink,” he gives a confident nod, and I smile at his back.
“Can you now?”
“Yup,” he replies with confidence as he pops a pod in the coffee machine and clicks the lid down.
“What did you drink?” I ask, shuffling slightly, elbows resting on the work surface.
“Bourbon.”
I scrunch my nose up just as he turns with my coffee in hand and I am desperate to get my hands on it, desperate to taste it on my tongue.
“Not a fan?” his eyes drop before they're back on me and I don't miss the sweep over my face he does, his own cheeks turning a soft crimson.
“Not had it,” I stand slowly and walk around to where he is standing, I take my coffee from him, “but I just don't think I'll like it, smells bitter.”
His lips tug at the corner breaking into a smirk.
“I suppose I understand where you're coming from,” he takes his own cup from under the machine and brings it to his lips, taking a mouthful. I study him for a moment, beautiful eyes tucked behind his glasses, thick hair messy with a slight tuft on top. Slight stubble shadowing his jaw and I roll my lips as I pull my hungry eyes away.
“What are you plans for today?” he asks, stepping a little closer as I step back and hide myself back behind the breakfast bar.
“I was supposed to be working, but Arizona's shift got cancelled so she didn't need me. I suppose I'll pack, might do some reading, watch a bit of television.”
“Sounds perfect,” he nods softly.
“How about you?”
A grumble vibrates through the air and I blink at him a couple of times as I wait for him to speak.
“I've got to pop into the office, have a few bits to tie up before I whisk you away for the weekend,” and his slow wink has my heart flipping.
My tongue darts out as I coat my bottom lip, wetting it.
“What time did you want to head off tomorrow?” I ask, not lifting my eyes from him and trying my hardest to keep my gaze on his and not let my hungry eyes drop to where they want to be.
“I said to Kaleb we would be on the road for nine, is that okay with you?” and I nod as I take a small sip of my coffee just as Jeff rubs up against my leg and I let my face drop, smiling at the pretty cat. Was never really a cat girl but there was something about Jeff.
No idea why he is named Jeff.
Odd name for a cat.
But kind of suits him at the same time too.
“Where is he going?” I ask, still wearing my smile as I lift my chin, eyes back on his.
“Going to put him in the cattery, would rather not use one but needs must and all that.”
“Is there no where else he could go? Or could someone watch over him?” He shakes his head. “I could ask Brooke or Heidi if they would mind...” I trail off for a moment, looking at the feline who is now purring.
“I mean...” he pauses, rounding the breakfast bar and staring at his cat.
“Want me to ask?”
He sighs, running his hand over the short stubble that dusts across his sharp jaw.
“Is it not going to be too much?” he asks and I can tell he feels uncomfortable. “What if something happens to him?”
“It won't.”
“Do they know how to look after a cat?” he fires another question in my direction just as I place my mug on the work surface, bending cautiously and scooping Jeff into my arms, tickling his chest as he nuzzles into the crease of my elbow.
“I'm sure they do,” I don't take my eyes off Jeff.
I hear the heavy sigh that leaves him before I feel his breath on my face, his large, veiny hand reaching forward as he rubs behind his cat's ear.
“Why don't I get them over later, you can sit and talk to them... then make a decision. If you're still not feeling one hundred percent about it then he can go to the cattery like planned... nothing has to change,” and I finally lift my eyes from Jeff and watch Nate. His brows are pinched, furrowed, eyes narrowed on his fur baby and I can see he is fighting with his inner thoughts. After what feels like a lifetime, he meets my gaze and that’s when he flashes a small piece of vulnerability.
He doesn't like change.
“What do you think?” I say softly not wanting to overstep at any point.
“We can see, see how Jeff takes to them...”
“Or we can forget it all and leave him with the cattery,” and I watch as his lips part but he rolls them together. I am worried I have pushed him into something he isn't comfortable with and one thing I have come to notice with Nate after spending a short time with him, he likes to be in control of situations.
“No, let your friends come around... maybe they could stay here...” his eyes are trailing to me, “you know... with Jeff.”
I give a soft smile and a small nod as Jeff continues to purr, my fingers under his chin as Nate's fingertips brush against mine as he reaches for Jeff and I ignore the way my body tingles.
I need to stop letting this affect me.
I need to remember that nothing good is going to come of this.
Just a business transaction.
A contract.
Nothing more.
Anything I feel for this man is fabricated. Just a crush. That's all.
Kind of feels nice to have someone else to occupy my mind instead of Rune.
My heart throbs deep inside my chest.
“You okay?” Nate must catch the way my smile fades.
“Yeah,” I plaster it back on but it's not genuine, it's fake.
I know it, and so does he.
“Okay,” he nods, leaning in and kissing Jeff on the top of his head, the cat's eyes closing, his purr intensifying as he vibrates in my arms.
I watch as Nate walks away and once he does, the smile that I forged onto my lips fades into nothing.
Placing Jeff down, I inhale deeply before I twist and disappear upstairs, closing my door before I text the girls and ask them to come over at five. They both replied telling me they would be here and bring a bottle of wine, if I cook my vodka pasta.
Done deal.
Tossing my phone on the comforter, thoughts of Rune suddenly plague my mind so I lose myself in packing.