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“If this ends badly, I hope you remember that you ruined our friendship. Not me.”

Nate’s lips brush mine. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

His words say one thing, but I know Nate better than he knows himself. One day, he will realize he misses sex with women. And when that day comes, I won’t be enough for him… and all of this will come crashing down on us.

CHAPTER33

NATE

River decidedto stay after practice to help Coach Marten with new plays. He’s our team captain and the best player in Division I hockey. If not for his insistence to get a college degree, the NHL would have drafted him years ago.

My best friend is dedicated. Loyal. So I know he won’t deny me the one thing I want. A few days ago, we made a mess on the bed, his sheets soaked in our cum, a reminder of what we did.

Since then, he’s made excuses to get out of spending time alone. But late at night, when the house is silent, I climb into his bed and make him come.

He doesn’t know I stayed behind after practice, like a fucking stalker waiting in the shadows. The locker room is empty. Coach Marten and the staff are gone for the day. My teammates left an hour ago. So I strip off my clothing and head into the shower.

With his back to me, River leans forward, the water running over his dark brown hair. His palm is on the wall, the other hand around his dick.

Fuck.

Keeping my footsteps slow and quiet, I walk toward him, staring at his ass. I like what I see. He’s tanned and toned in all the right places. Every inch of his body has planes and ridges sculpted to perfection.

I kneel behind him and spread his cheeks. He gasps at the sudden contact and jumps forward.

“It’s just me.”

River glances over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you get off.” I spread him wider. “You said you wanted my tongue in your ass. Keep stroking your dick, Riv.”

“Are you…” He groans, his body angled, but his ass is still in my face, right where I want him. “Fuck, are you serious right now?”

“I’m on my knees offering to lick you until you come. Turn around and keep fucking your hand.”

Etching my fingers into his muscular flesh, I dive between his cheeks and lick his pretty hole. A moan slips past his lips.

“Jerk that big dick for me. Show me how much you love my tongue in your ass.”

“Fuck,” he mutters and faces the wall. “Are we alone?”

“Didn’t seem like you cared a minute ago,” I say with a silly grin he can’t see.

“It’s not the same, and you know it.”

“It’s just us.” I shove my hand between his legs, and he widens his stance, making more room for me. “Bend forward.”

I slap his ass, and with the water raining down on us, he yelps at the sting.

“Did that hurt?”

He moans, so I do it again.

“You better come for me, Riv. I want you to save yourself for me, squeeze the last drop of your cum onto my tongue.”

As I lick him up and down, toying with his hole, he bucks against my mouth, driving me fucking wild. Every time I see him naked, I want to bury my tongue, fingers, and dick inside him.

Does that make me gay?

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