Page 91 of Red River

My gaze dropped to his still-hard cock, and I reached for him. "I wanna return the favor…"

"By all means."

I didn’t have to feel bad about how fast I’d finished. Archer wasn’t far behind. The moment I wrapped my hand around hisridiculously thick, engorged dick, I knew he was close. When he came, his eyes were locked onto mine, intense, unwavering.

"Red River…" he murmured, breathless. "Soon, I will dive into you."

"I wait for this day, alpha."

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We had planned a trip to a nearby waterfall for the weekend—a beautiful spot and a popular destination for hikers and tourists. A bridge stretched over the river right where the water broke over the rocks, creating an impressive cascade. People leaned over the railing, snapping selfies with the colorful rainbows forming in the mist.

You could drive almost right up to the bridge, where a parking lot was set up with a few small food stands selling fast food to visitors.

As usual, Lake insisted on riding on Archer’s shoulders. The rest of us just jumped out of the car and rushed toward the waterfall, which was only about fifty yards from the parking lot. It wasn’t too crowded today, probably because of the gloomy weather.

Soon, we were all standing on the bridge, watching the spectacular rainbows rise above the water. The atmosphere was nice—we talked and laughed. Igor leaned over the railing, recording the foamy cascades crashing down into the river below.

Even Lake got off Archer’s back for once, peeking shyly over the banister and giggling whenever the mist sprayed his face.

Eventually, though, he’d had enough. He turned to me and said, "I’m hungry. Can we get some fries from one ofthose stands over there?" He pointed to the small booth selling burgers and fries near the parking lot.

"All right," I replied. "Let’s all go grab a snack, and then maybe we can take a walk to the other side of the bridge. There are some cool scenic rocks over there."

"What? We’re leaving already? I wanted to record more shots of the waterfall," Igor grumbled. "I was hoping Van could help me take some good pictures…"

Van raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "What? Why me?"

Igor opened and closed his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Is this the beta-helper thing again? Alphas are for winning, betas are for helping?" Van narrowed his eyes.

"That’s not it! Just… I need help." Igor grimaced slightly, sending him a glare. "From a brother."

Van’s face seemed a bit puzzled, but he shrugged. "Anyway. Sure, I can do that. But bring me some fries, okay?"

I sighed. "Fine, you can stay a little longer. Just don’t do anything stupid, like leaning too far over the railing or something."

Igor rolled his eyes and looked away. "Don’t worry about me. We’ll just take a few pictures and catch up with you guys."

With that, Archer, Aiden, Lake, and I walked off toward the food stands, where a small crowd had gathered.

Lake immediately started demanding to be carried again, but I shut that down quickly, telling him he could handle walking fifty yards on his own.

He started grumbling about how he was tired and hadn’t slept well because Igor had stayed up late making weird videos in his room and talking with Milo on the computer microphone. But when Archer saw my irritation over Lake’s whining, he just replied in a light tone, "It’s only thirty more yards. We’re almost there."

That seemed to do the trick—Lake huffed but kept walking.

Just as I was about to step into line at one of the stands, I noticed something strange. A few people at the back of the crowd were staring toward the bridge, some even pointing.

I turned around—

And what I saw made my heart stop.

Igor was walking along the bridge railing. Arms outstretched for balance. Van was filming him.

My chest tightened with sheer terror.

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