Page 1 of Our Secret to Keep

CHAPTER1

NATE

I don’t knowwhere I am. And sadly, this is not the first time. Looking up at the ceiling, I blink the sleep from my eyes. Everything blurs into a sea of whites until I focus on the crown molding. It has a Corinthian pattern that distorts slightly the more I stare.

Where the fuck am I?

Turning my head to the side, I see decorative pillows on the carpet beside a large bed. Like most of the open space, the walls are cream and adorned with expensive but tacky artwork.

It reminds me of home.

Clinical. Cold. No emotion.

Yet, this is not my house.

I hate that fucking place.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. It feels like a rock band has taken up residence in my head. Groggy from all the beer and drugs, I roll onto my side, and something rubbery is glued to my cheek.

A used condom.

Fuck.

I peel the cum-coated evidence of another wild night from my skin with a groan, tossing it behind me. At least a dozen foil packets litter the floor. Various shades of panties, skirts, dresses, and shirts are strewn across the carpet, along with heels and sandals.

I outdid myself this time.

Through the open bedroom doors, I see several naked women sleeping on the plush couches in the living room. Blondes, brunettes, raven-haired girls, and a redhead. Some are skinny, some average, and a few are thicker with fat asses and big tits.

I don’t have a preference.

I just love women.

And sex.

I sit up, taking in the scene before me, searching for the only person who matters to me.

River.

Three more women sleep on the king-size bed, one of which has her arm draped over River’s bare chest. Naked and hard, he sleeps soundly beside the blonde on his left. I wonder what he’s dreaming about to get that impressive boner.

I’m also hard… and ready for more.

It’s never enough.

I get onto the bed and move the girls away from my best friend. They whimper and try to fight me, but no one gets between River and me.

I lean against the headboard and settle his massive body between my legs. Feeling his chest rise and fall beneath my palm, I let out a relieved breath.

At least he’s alive.

If anything were to happen to him because of me…

No, don’t go there.

I slap his cheek. “Riv, wake up.”

He doesn’t rouse. Not even a flutter of his lashes. Although shallow, he’s breathing.

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