Nate looked at Krissa, who frowned at Derek. She wiped another tear from under her eye with a fingertip.
Derek sat up straight. “Why not? Why not just do it?”
“Do what?”
“Have sex. You and Krissa.”
Nate froze. His tongue expanded in his mouth and his vision blurred. He forced out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right.”
Krissa’s eyes flicked from Derek to Nate to Derek again. She blinked rapidly. Nate released her hand and pushed away from the table.
“I’m serious.” Derek met his eyes.
“Derek!”
“What?” Derek turned his gaze to his wife. “It sounds shocking, but think about it, Krissa. You could do it next week. And it would cost us nothing.”
Her eyes went so huge Nate could see the whites all around her irises. Her lower lip trembled. She looked back at Nate. “It’s not the money.”
He couldn’t believe this. Derek was telling him to have sex with his wife?
Not that he didn’t want to.
Oh, Jesus. Where did that come from? He could not lust after his friend’s wife. Could. Not.
He stood, almost knocking the chair over behind him. “This is crazy.”
But, fuck, his dick had hardened at the thought. He turned away from them, shoved a hand through his hair.
“I’m not that repulsive,” Krissa said in a soft voice.
He spun around to stare at her. Could they both actually be serious?
She stood too, held out a hand to him. He didn’t take it. Wanted to, but didn’t. Her eyes met his and implored him.
He shook his head. “Derek. Think about what you’re saying.”
“He’s doing it for me.” Krissa moved closer. “Aren’t you, Derek?”
“Yes.”
Nate turned his gaze to Derek. Their eyes met and held. Nate was sure Derek was remembering, like him, another time, another woman…they’d shared her, first separately then together. But this was hiswife.
“We’ve done it before,” Derek murmured. Krissa’s head snapped around.
“What?”
“In college, there was a girl I was dating. Nate liked her too. She liked us both.” He shrugged. “So she dated us both.”
“Oh.” Krissa didn’t look upset. Just…curious. She sucked in her bottom lip. “Did you…you said something the other night. About…watching.”
Still holding Nate’s gaze, Derek nodded. “Yeah. We did.”
“Oh.”
Nate turned his head slowly from side to side. “This is different.”
“Why?” Krissa asked. “Because you don’t like me enough to sleep with me?”
