My Husband Traded Me, His Friend Touched Me

Chapter 3

Lucas's lips trailed from my forehead down to the sensitive curve of my neck.

A shiver shot through me like an electric current. My body went limp as my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, breathing in his familiar masculine scent.

I knew it. The door I'd been trying so hard to keep shut had already been opened by Lucas.

Just as I was about to lose myself in the moment, a sharp cramp twisted through my lower abdomen.

I froze.

Doing the math in my head... My period had started.

I frowned and gently pushed him away. "My stomach hurts. I think my period just came. Let's... let's stop here today."

Before he could say anything, I jumped up and hurried into the bathroom. Thank goodness it came when it did. Another minute, and the bed would've been stained.

Lucas leaned against the bathroom door, looking completely disappointed.

"So Harry spent today with my wife, and you seriously think I'm just going to let you off that easy?" he said with a smirk. "One of these days, I'll have you begging me."

After he finally left, my mind slowly cleared. Thank God my period had shown up at the last second. Otherwise I really might've crossed a line I'd regret forever.

At that moment, I made up my mind. If Lucas ever tried to get close to me again, I'd shut him down immediately.

A week later, Sara texted me.

Sara: It's been forever since we've hung out. Come over today.

Honestly, I didn't want to go. But thinking about everything that had happened, I needed answers.

Still carrying all that resentment, I drove to Sara's house.

Only to discover she wasn't home.

The moment I saw Lucas standing there, flashes of that humiliating night rushed back into my mind. Along with the words he'd said before leaving.

"You know what," I said, forcing a smile. "If Sara's not here, I'll just come back another day."

I turned to leave. Lucas grabbed my wrist before I could take another step. His eyes drifted toward the neckline of my blouse.

"What are you in such a hurry for? I'm not gonna eat you." He smiled lazily.

"Sara told me before she left to keep you here. She'll be back soon."

My instincts screamed for me to pull away. Instead, Lucas caught my hand and pressed it firmly against him.

Even through the thin fabric of his pants, I could feel the heat radiating from him.

My cheeks betrayed me, turning bright red. My voice softened despite myself.

"Don't do this... What if Sara sees us? She'll get the wrong idea."

I didn't want to betray my husband. I definitely didn't want Lucas to get what he wanted.

He chuckled. "Why are you acting shy? It's not like nothing's happened between us. We just didn't finish."

He said it with a teasing, seductive look, as if I was already in cahoots with him.

He leaned in close and put his arm around my shoulder. "Don't be scared. You've been married for so many years. Aren't you tired of the same old thing with Harry? Time for a change. Try something exciting with someone new, hmm?"

His rough hand slid smoothly up under my skirt, roaming relentlessly over my inner thighs. I felt my cheeks flush against my will.

But I still didn't want to get any more involved with him. I turned to leave.

Instead, he tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Don't go! Sara will be back any minute."

With that, he pinned me against the wall, pressing our bodies flush together. His pants could no longer conceal his rigid size.

He seemed to relish my nervous expression.

The bulge below rubbed back and forth, grazing my sensitive spot again and again, sending involuntary shivers through me.

My breathing grew ragged. The last shred of reason left in me told me I had to stop this, so I lifted my leg to kick him. "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing much. Just catching up with an old friend—exchanging some feelings."

My strength was like a tickle to him. With one hand, he caught my raised leg and held it up.

His movements didn't stop. The roaming hand between my thighs pressed deeper, and the next moment, his fingers slipped beneath my underwear.

They found the dampness there. His rough fingers traced lightly over the wetness.

A sensation shot straight to my head. My body convulsed uncontrollably, and the last shred of rationality I had left was about to be shattered completely.

He let out a triumphant low chuckle. "Nia, your body has been inviting me all along. Do you want more..."