Page 13 of Our Secret to Keep

He turns his back to her and grabs a plastic baggie from my nightstand drawer. Holding it up, he smiles at the three oval pills.

Samantha flips through the document and initials each page before signing on the dotted line. Making women do this feels robotic and weird, but what choice do I have?

Nate moves in front of me. We’re almost the same height, so when he inches closer, our foreheads could touch. My lips part as he invades my space, filling it with his scent—bergamot and something fruity.

“Open up,” he demands.

I stick out my tongue, and Nate gives me a pill before gulping his down. His golden-brown eyes latch onto me for a second. The air thickens between us. Nate must feel it because he turns away and gets on the bed.

He climbs on top of Samantha, takes the document from her, and hands it to me. “We good?”

I check to see she initialed and signed on all the lines. “Yeah.”

Another potential scandal is the last thing we need. Nate’s dad will disown him if he messes up again.

And my career?

If anyone were to leak one of our sex tapes, the NHL would forget all about me. It wouldn’t matter that my dad’s name carries weight in the league. It wouldn’t matter that he’s the head coach of the New York Rangers and has the ear of management. Nope, my dreams of becoming a professional hockey player would be over.

Nate pins Samantha to the bed and gives her a pill. After she swallows, he kisses her. All tongue and a lot of moaning. Pretty soon, when the molly kicks in, we’ll be so tangled up in each other it won’t matter that we just met this girl.

I kneel beside him, wondering how it would feel to be claimed by Nate.

Fuck, I want him.

He doesn’t waste a second and starts tugging at the strings of her bikini bottoms. “You’re so hot. How did we not see you on campus before?”

Samantha giggles. “I don’t go to parties and commute every day.”

“You live in Beacon Bay?”

She bobs her head. “Yeah, on the south side.”

The poorest section of town. A red flag goes off in my brain, but Nate is too far gone for me to stop him. What if meeting her on the beach was not happenstance? What if she planned it?

I could be overthinking, but I have to take precautions when it comes to women. But then Nate says my name, and I practically forget my own. As our eyes meet, I can’t breathe.

Fuck, he’s killing me.

Now that he has my undivided attention, he peels away her bikini bottoms, revealing her waxed pussy. She’s already wet for us, her skin glistening from her arousal.

“Damn.” He scrubs a hand across his jaw and admires her sexy body. “You look so pretty right now. Mmm… Fuck, your pussy is perfect.”

Samantha clutches his wrist and yanks his hand lower. “Touch me. Please.”

Nate glances at me as he pushes a finger into her, letting me see how she stretches to accommodate him. I’m watching him more than her but getting off on all of it.

“She’s so tight,” he says, adding another finger.

He frees his hard cock from his board shorts, stroking himself with one hand while making her whimper with the other. I stare at his beautiful dick, only pulling my gaze away when he clears his throat.

Nate smirks.

He knows I watch him and enjoys it.

“River,” Samantha moans, reaching out for me.

I crawl up the bed and hover above her. She grabs my neck and slips her tongue inside my mouth as Nate tosses her legs over his shoulders and licks her pussy.

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