Page 11 of Our Secret to Keep

So, yeah… we’re doing this.

She licks her lips. “What’s your name?”

“Nate.” He points at me. “That’s River.”

“Samantha,” she says, eyes drifting over our bare chests.

I wonder if she recognizes me.

Most women do.

Yet, even after Nate told her my name, she didn’t seem to make the connection. Maybe it’s my lucky night. For once, I would like to fuck a woman who doesn’t want my fame, money, or my dad.

Is that too much to ask?

Nate doesn’t miss a beat and scoops Samantha into his arms. “You can’t walk without getting sand in the cut. We’ll take good care of you.”

He winks at me.

She doesn’t argue and lets him stalk through the sand and onto my property. We pass by the outdoor shower, then the pool house, and eventually cut through the pool area.

In the kitchen, Nate sets Samantha on the granite island. I reach under the sink and hand Nate the First Aid kit since he wants to play doctor tonight, then focus on Samantha.

“Do you live here? Or just visiting?”

Most people can’t afford homes on the beach. At least ninety percent of all the girls we meet each summer are here for a week with their families. Everyone wants to see how the one percent lives.

“My aunt rented a house about a mile down the beach. I’m only here for a few more days before returning to school.”

Nate wipes the sand and dirt from her cut, and she winces. “Where do you go?”

“Kingston University. I’m about to start my senior year.”

“No way.” Nate applies a thin layer of Neosporin to the bottom of her foot and covers it with a Band-Aid. “Us too.”

“Wow,” she mouths. “Small world, huh? So, I guess I might see you guys around campus.”

Nate glances at me to confirm what I know he’s thinking. He wants Samantha to beourgirl.

When I nod in agreement, he says, “You should hang out with us before you head back to campus.” He bends down, his lips inches from hers. “Spend the night if you want. We have plenty of room in this house.”

“Yeah?” Samantha smiles, leaning back on the counter on her palms. “With you and River?”

He washes his hands, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s just us here. You good with that?”

Samantha’s tongue juts out to wet her lips. “So good with that.”

I’m amazed by how easy this is for Nate. We met Samantha ten minutes ago, and she already wants to fuck him. Don’t get me wrong, I see the appeal. I would give anything to have one night with Nate.

But wejustmet her.

He’s the hottest guy I have ever known. Our connection runs so deep it would only make the sex better. But Nate is straight. He only has eyes for women, which he’s made crystal clear despite the few times he’s asked me to jerk him off.

“Do you like to party?” Nate waggles his eyebrows at Samantha, and he looks so damn cute when he does it. “I got some molly.”

“Nate,” I groan.

“River,” he fires back with the same annoyed tone. “Would you chill?”

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