Second Chance(44)

She had a point. Nate had complained about her texting earlier on because they were supposed to be watching the show as a family. “Sorry.” He put his phone back in his pocket and ignored it when it buzzed again.

“You should put it on silent so you won’t be tempted to look.”

“Shh. It’s nearly finished now anyway.”

As soon as the credits started to roll, both Nate and Cass got their phones out immediately.

Jack’s next message read: Are we going to be noisy?

Nate typed: I hope so :)

“I’m feeling quite left out,” his mum said. “Nobody ever texts me.”

“Aw, Gran. That’s because all your friends are old. But they still love you,” Cass said without looking up, fingers tapping her screen.

“Thank you. I think.” Nate’s mum stood, stretching. “Gosh, my back’s stiff. Right, I’m going to put the kettle on. Anyone want anything?”

“No thanks,” they said in unison.

Jack replied again: How about you bring a dick to fuck me with this time. That will make me loud.

A rush of arousal flooded Nate at the thought. Cheeks heating, he glanced at Cass, but she was totally focused on her own text conversation—presumably with Adam. She’d come home from school looking incredibly cheerful and had only stopped texting for dinner and the documentary, and that was under duress.

Nate wrote: I can do that. Sounds like fun.

I want you to make me beg this time, like you did the other day.

Frowning, Nate replied: Did I beg? I don’t remember.

Yes you did and it was hot as fuck.

Nate replied with a smile, and then added: I definitely want to hear you beg for my cock. What time are your parents going out?

Seven.

Cool. I’ll get over as soon as I can.



Over dinner on Friday, Cass asked, “Can you give me a lift this evening, Dad?”

“Probably. Where to?”

“Adam’s house.” She glanced up, expression hopeful. “He lives in Marlham so it’s not far.”

“That should be fine. Will either of his parents be in?”

Cass rolled her eyes. “I didn’t ask. Does it matter?”

“Not really. I was just wondering.” Nate was realistic. At sixteen kids were going to do what they wanted regardless of parents being around. They’d find a way. He knew Cass had been sexually active with her previous boyfriend because she’d asked for the contraceptive implant. Nate would rather she was being sensible than secretive. “Will it just be you and Adam or are other people going?”

“Just us.”

“Who’s this Adam?” Nate’s mum asked. “I haven’t heard you mention him before.”

Cass flushed, but smiled too. “He’s my boyfriend.”

“That’s fine, Cass. But I’d like you to introduce me when I drop you off.”

Rolling her eyes, Cass said, “Ugh. Protective Dad. Okay, I’ll warn him.”



Nate took Cass into Marlham for seven-thirty. He could sense her nervous excitement as they drove. It matched his own at the prospect of another evening with Jack.

“What time do you want to be picked up later?” he asked.

“By midnight. That’s the time his mum says friends have to be out by.”

“Have you met his mum yet?”

“No.”

They parked outside a small semi-detached house on one of the estates around the edge of Marlham. Nate got out and accompanied Cass to the front door.

“God this is so embarrassing,” she grumbled as she rang the bell.

The door was opened by a fresh-faced boy with messy red curls and a sweet smile. His pink cheeks clashed with his hair. “Hi, Cass.” Then he held out his hand to Nate. “Hi, Mr Harris. I’m Adam.”

“Hi, Adam.” Nate appreciated his manners. That was a good sign. “It’s good to meet you.”

“Would you like to come in?” Adam glanced nervously at Cass.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll leave you to it.” Turning to Cass, Nate said, “Have a nice evening. See you later.”

“Thanks for the lift, Dad.”

As Nate pulled away, his excitement rose as he finally let himself imagine the evening ahead with Jack. It was going to be amazing to have complete privacy again, and the idea of topping Jack had Nate turned on just thinking about it.

Keyed up by the time he pulled up on Jack’s driveway, Nate parked and got the small bag he’d packed out of the boot, slung it on his shoulder, and then hurried to knock on the door.

Jack took a couple of minutes to answer, and when he did the reason was obvious. With damp hair and a towel around his hips his nipples were tight from the cold as he let Nate in. “Sorry, I was just out of the shower.” His smile was wide.

“So I see.” Nate cupped Jack’s face and kissed him, putting his other hand on Jack’s waist above his towel.

“Shit, your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” Nate chuckled, letting go of him to rub his hands together.

“Come upstairs while I get some clothes on.” Jack turned and led the way.

“What do you need clothes for?”

Jack glanced over his shoulder and grinned. “Oh yeah. Good point.”