Page 101 of Our Secret to Keep

Honestly, I have no idea anymore. River has worked some kind of sorcery on me.

I don’t like other men.

When I’m with my teammates, I feel nothing. Not even an ounce of attraction. I wouldn’t let any of those assholes touch my dick if they paid me.

“Nate,” River chokes out, panting. “I’m so close. Right there. Put your finger in my ass.”

“Turn around.”

He does as I instruct, and my mouth closes over the tip of his cock. I bob my head up and down, slow then fast.

“Holy fuck,” he growls, his palm dropping to my head.

River is a good nine inches and thick, so I’m not surprised to have some resistance. Fitting him into my mouth is a struggle, but I find a good rhythm.

He grabs my hand and guides my finger. River moans when I breach the first layer of muscle. His hooded green eyes meet mine. I’ve watched him come plenty of times. But the look of pleasure spreading across his face is unlike anything I have witnessed.

I did this to him.

“Nate,” he moans, threading his fingers through my hair, and the sound is music to my ears. “Mmm. I’m coming.”

He came a lot for me this week.

I could get used to seeing my best friend lose control, and I want to be responsible for his orgasms. Loving how he tastes, I swallow his cum and lick my lips to lap up every drop.

Shit, I just guzzled my best friend’s cum like a sorority girl at a frat party.

Yeah, I’m definitely not straight anymore. Not sure how I would classify what we just did.

River grips my chin and smears his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re so hot. I love watching you on your knees for me. Taking my cock.”

I rise from the floor and slip my fingers between his. “I figured out my sexuality.”

He cocks his head to the side. “And?”

“I’m Riversexual.”

He laughs. “That’s not a thing.”

“I’m making Riversexual a sexual orientation. It’s happening.”

River playfully shoves his palms into my chest. “You’re so stupid.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Pinning him against the tiled wall, I raise his arms above his head. Our dicks touch, and the skin-to-skin contact feels incredible. “Neither of us can go public with this. We can keep it a secret, Riv. Just the two of us. We can still get married and have families. No one will ever know.”

River closes his eyes and groans. “I don’t want to get married and have kids with a woman. It’s also not fair to bring other people into a lie.”

“I’m willing to lie if you are.”

“I can’t do this right now.” He pushes me off him and inches toward the exit. “I’ll see you at home.”

Why does he keep doing this to me?

He bolts from the room.

I follow River to our lockers, towel wrapped around my waist, showing off all the muscles he loves touching.

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