“Your brother might see us.” My voice was weak. I didn’t want to say no to him, and I didn’t want Nate to see what we were doing.
“No, he won't.” He spun my hips so my back faced him. My gaze locked with Nate and I gripped the console table. Nate’s eyebrows pinched together, and I shook my head silently, letting him know everything was okay. “And everyone should know how good I fuck my wife.”
My eyes were glued to Nate’s as wet fingers circled my core.
Nate held the chair, and his jaw tightened. Could he see Julian behind me? Did he know what we were doing? Julian pressed his dick to my core, and I whimpered from the pain. Most of the time I let my mind wander, reciting the constitution or painting a city in my head. But I couldn’t do that this time. Not when Nate was looking at me.
It was wrong for him to see this. But worse was that I grew aroused from his gaze. I imagined it was him behind me, and that he was the one driving into me.
Julian continued to grunt. He sped up the thrusts and for the first time in a few years, I enjoyed it. It was only because I knew the arousal was for Nate.
I scanned his face. I imagined his body on mine. His lips caressing my skin. My hands dug into the table as an orgasm began taking over. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed to Nate and closed my eyes. The wood was cool against the skin of my forehead and I moaned in pleasure.
When I looked up, Nate was gone. Instantly, I felt empty.
Julian’s limp body fell over mine, and I knew he had finished. He pulled out and walked to the bathroom. My knees buckled, and I sat on the floor, my mind and heart conflicted.
Why did it feel as though I cheated on Nate with Julian?
Nate avoided me. I felt his anger radiating off his body. He was short with Delaney, and wouldn’t even look at Julian, who of course was oblivious to it all because he was busy schmoozing up to his boss. But I felt his coldness. When he smiled at his guests, it was fake. He kept his head lowered, and any time I tried to approach him, he found an excuse to walk away.
I wanted to hug him. I needed to apologize to the man I was having an affair with that I slept with my husband. That fact made me sick to my stomach.
Later that night, Julian left with his boss to test drive his new Maserati, Caleb had departed for a sleepover, and Delaney had enjoyed one cocktail too many and was passed out on the hammock.
Nate was saying his farewells to a couple while I cleaned up the plates and cups off the tables. I felt him come up behind me before I heard him. I turned and looked at him. He wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“You’re not talking to me now?” I kept my voice low.
“What is there to say?”
My tensed shoulders relaxed when he finally spoke to me. “Are you mad at me?”
“Why should I be?” He brushed past me. “He’s your husband. You can fuck him anytime you want.” He threw a casserole dish with force onto the table, and I jumped. “You can fuck him right on this table if you want.”
“Asshole,” I muttered and turned to walk away.
“Brie, wait.” His voice softened.
Hesitantly, I turned to face him. “I’m sorry.” He closed the gap between us. “I have no right to be mad.” Nate’s hand brushed my cheek. “I hate that he has you, and I don’t.”
“Nate.” I closed my eyes.
“I shouldn’t be jealous, but I am.” He lifted my chin, and I opened my eyes. “Give me some time and I’ll get over what I saw.”
I nodded and swallowed thickly. “I’d feel the same way if you slept with her.”
Nate brushed his lips against mine, and I sighed. “She’ll never be you.”
I whispered back, “He’ll never be you.”
Nate deepened our kiss. My mouth opened for him, and my tongue twirled around his. “Wait.” I pressed my hands on his chest. “Julian will be back any second, and Delaney is right there.” He took a step back. “You’re right. But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out without having you in my arms.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Not having you is driving me crazy.”
“I know.” I inhaled and placed a hand over his heart.
“Leave him and I’ll leave her.” He took my hand in his. His eyes scanned mine.
“Nate . . . ”
“You don’t have to answer me right now, but think about it.”
Before I could answer him, bright LED headlights turned up the driveway, indicating that Julian was home. Nate released my hand and walked over toward Delaney.
His request wasn’t that simple.
Living right on top of Delaney and Nate caused us to know what happened in each other's marriages. Things most married people hoped stayed hidden behind closed doors.