“Hey, Saxon is always inviting you to the club with them.”
“Seriously?” I give him a pointed look. “Saxon stopped inviting us anywhere as soon as we tied the knot, and you know it.”
Nate groans. “Not this again. Brooke, I spend every day with him at the office. He’s my best friend, and I love the guy, but I don’t need to catch up with him on the weekends as well. The weekend is our time. My time to worship you.” He eyes turn soft as his hands caress my body.
Nate and Saxon have been like brothers since childhood. They grew up in the same affluent suburb and attended the same private schools and college. While I don’t know the exact details, Saxon had a hard upbringing and spent most of his childhood at Nate’s house with his family, including holidays and special occasions too. Their close bond continued after college, with Saxon deciding to put his own career on hold to help Nate start and build his business, Argo Investments.
I’m pulled from my musing when Nate’s face takes on his nervous look, his eyes thinking and debating as he continues to move his hands all over the front of my body, across my tummy, and up my sides to once again cup my breasts. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
“What is it?” I ask.
After being with Nate for nearly ten years I can read him like a book. That as well as the fact he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve and his thoughts on his face.
Nate turns me to face him and wraps his arms around me, resting his hands on my lower back. My stomach drops as I narrow my eyes at him, searching his face for any indication of what bomb he is about to drop.
“While I was trying to scrap those images out of my mind of Jeremy sucking Claire’s tits and getting milk, I started to think about sucking your tits,” Nate says thoughtfully.
“Excuse me?” I screech, my face scrunched up in confusion.
“Sorry, that didn’t come out right.” He shakes his head. “I was thinking of me sucking your tits, after you’ve had our baby.”
Like that made more sense. “What the hell, Nate? I have no idea what you’re talking about, and now I can’t get the vision of Jeremy sucking Claire’s breasts out of my mind.”
Nate laughs and shakes his head as he puts the words together properly. “I started thinking about you having a baby, about you having our baby.”
I’m taken aback. We had always mentioned kids, and knew it was a firm decision that we were definitely having them, but had never really discussed when. We were together in college, and following graduation we were busy trying to build our careers, Nate at Argo and me at the art gallery. We’re enjoying life, travelling, going out for fancy dinners, and drinking with friends.
“What are you saying?” I hear the scepticism in my voice. I don’t want to get excited if I’m misunderstanding. Maybe he’s just mentioning it in a hey, maybe, one day soon way.
“I’m saying, when I think of you having my baby I get excited, and when I think of you carrying my child, I feel ready.” He places both hands on the side of my face and pulls me in so our noses are almost touching. “What I’m saying is, I want to start our family … now.”
“Right now?”
“Brooke, the thought of you pregnant, carrying my kid, it growing inside of you makes me want to throw you down and get started … right now!” His face is serious and his tone demanding.
“Nate …” I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. There’s no pattern to the kiss, no beautiful matching rhythm. It’s all hands, mouths, and tongues anywhere and everywhere.
I finally pull away from Nate, both of us breathing hard. “I can’t wait to start our family.”
Nate moves quick as he grabs my thighs and pulls me up against him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he turns, walking into our bedroom. He throws me down onto our king-size bed, and before I know it, he’s pushed down his pyjama pants.
The look of awe on his face melts me. In his eyes, I feel perfect. He looks at me like he is the lucky one, like the depth of love he feels for me is unfathomable. It’s the same look I know is mirrored in my own eyes. I will never get tired of him looking at me like that, and hope a day will never come when he doesn’t.
Nate crawls over me, trailing his lips from the tips of my toes, up the sides of my calves and along my inner thighs, sending goose bumps crawling along my skin. Taking his time, he places soft, sweet kisses in the crease where my thigh and core meet. He continues up all over my stomach and gives a long, slow lick inside my belly button.
He moves on to place small, tiny pecks all up my sternum and across my collarbone. Of course he can’t ignore my breasts and comes back down with soft bites and nibbles to the top of them.