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“I don’t give a shit about the money,” Nate growls.

“You will when you have nothing.” My dad gets in Nate’s face. “If you care about River, you will stop dragging him down with you.”

Nate’s eyes meet mine, and he lets out a deep breath. “Whatever,” he mutters before storming out of the office.

Seconds after he’s gone, my dad plops down beside me and pats my knee. “No more gay shit. This ends now.”

My dad has a way with words.

Asshole.

“Sure, Dad,” I say to get him off my back. “No moregayshit.”

If he only knew…

CHAPTER6

NATE

I love movingday at Kingston University. Girls drag backpacks and boxes into houses, short shorts and skirts riding up their thighs. From my bedroom window, I have the best view of Greek Row—and all the hot sorority chicks.

Leaning back in my desk chair, I rest my legs on the bed and stare at two hot blondes at the Kappa Delta house. Spandex clings to their tight asses like plastic wrap. Tank tops, emblazoned with the letters of their sorority, inch up their stomachs and dip low to show off big tits.

“Fuck,” I grunt, shoving my hand beneath the waistband of my pants.

Fisting my hard cock, I watch them drop a box, the contents spilling onto the grass. On hands and knees, their backs to me, they scramble to put kitchen utensils into the box.

“That’s it,” I whisper as they bump foreheads and laugh, the one girl hugging the other, smashing their tits together. “Touch her. You know you wanna.”

Working my hand up and down my shaft, I spread my thighs and pray my dream comes true. Fuck, I’m so close. Ready to blow my load when my bedroom door creaks open.

I turn my head to the right, my hand frozen on my dick. But it’s just River.

My best friend enters my room, hands stuffed into his black track pants. His eyes dip down to the placement of my hand and my long length poking my pants.

River bites his lip.

He loves my dick.

I know he does.

So, I shove down my pants and let him see. His eyes widen, and he slams my door shut, leaning against it.

“Nate,” he mutters. “What are you…?”

I tip my head at the window. “Come see for yourself.”

While this might look weird to an outsider, getting off with River is normal. We do this all the time. Sometimes, I ask him to jerk me off so I can feel his hand on my cock. He strokes me like he wants to own me. It’s super fucking hot. I come so hard each time I see heaven.

Lately, I have noticed my best friend in not-so-friendly ways.

How he smells.

How he moves.

How he laughs.

How he smiles.

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