Page 19 of Our Secret to Keep

But River…

With my back to the door, he inches closer, and I have nowhere to go. I could open the door, step into the hallway, and flee. Except I can’t move. I can hardly breathe with him sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

His gaze lowers to my cock. “You’re hard again.” He puts his hand on the door beside my head, invading my senses with his musky scent. “Do you want to take care of that before we go?”

Fucking hell.

He cages me against the door with his big body, almost like he’s challenging me to do something about these strange feelings. River gets me on a whole other level. No one understands me or my needs the way he does.

I whip out my leaking cock to see if he’ll back up and give me some space. Instead, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor.

“Go ahead,” he says and licks his lips.

He puts his other hand on the door, and as he leans closer, I feel his dick harden.

Fuck.

I glance down at the bulge in his pants, fisting my cock but too stunned to do anything about it.

Does he want me to come on his stomach? Or does he expect me to reciprocate somehow? I never know with River. Not with how he eyes me up like a snack.

He’s so fucking hard. His dick tents his track pants, making it painfully obvious he wants to get off too.

Did I do this to him?

With his lips right there, his breath heating my skin, I consider kissing him. No, I want to kiss him, which makes no sense.

That’s way too gay.

I can’t.

I won’t.

Someone knocks on the door. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest at the sudden sound.

“Brooks, we’re going out for dinner,” Parker Hale yells. “You guys coming?”

“We’re going to Tony’s Tacos.”

“Sounds good,” Parker says. “I love their chips and guac. Meet us downstairs in five.”

I let out a grunt, unable to formulate a sentence with my dick hanging out and River still hard.

“Fuck,” River whispers and backs up toward my bed, sliding his fingers through his short hair.

“Yeah,” I mumble like a bumbling idiot.

I’m drunk on him.

“Let’s just go,” I say, finally getting my brain to start working again and pull up my pants.

River stands too far away for my comfort. I wish he would put his arms around me or do something other than stare. Whenever I have nightmares, which is more often than not, I end up sleeping with him. I love it when he curls his arms around me in bed, whispering that I’m safe and loved.

River loves me.

Unlike with my parents, his love is unconditional. I could murder half the campus, and he would still defend me. There’s nothing I could do to chase River away.

My eyes wander over his body for a second, and I open the door, suddenly light-headed.

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