Page 2 of Our Secret to Keep

Like me, he’s muscular and heavy, all two hundred pounds of him crushing my chest. He’s two inches shorter than my six feet four inches.

“C’mon, Riv. Don’t do this to me.”

I slide his dark brown hair off his forehead. He’s tanned from us spending all summer on the beach. Even his biceps are thicker than at the end of our last hockey season. River takes pride in his appearance, something we have in common.

I shake River a few times before whacking his cheek harder. “Wake the fuck up!”

He’s starting to scare me.

Did I give him too much molly?

He seemed okay last night… I think.

Most of the night is still a blur. Whenever I take that shit, I trip so hard it feels like I’m sitting on the sidelines, watching my body perform the motions.

A few of the girls are studying River and me with concern, tits and pussies on display, not bothering to cover up. At least they’re not talking.

Last night, I got carried away celebrating River’s twenty-second birthday. Our final year at Kingston University starts in two weeks, so I surprised him with a buffet of women—all the pussy he could eat.

But as usual, I went too far. I had to throw drugs into the mix, and now this motherfucker won’t get up.

The blonde with double D’s says, “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.” I point at the table. “Go fill the ice bucket with water from the bathroom sink and bring it back here.”

She slides off the bed and rushes into the bathroom, shaking her sweet ass as she goes. And what a nice ass to admire. My mind instantly drifts to a snapshot of last night. A mini movie of her straddling River as I fucked her from behind.

Fuck, that was hot.

A sexy redhead crawls over to me on all fours, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. “What can I do to help?”

You can suck my cock, I want to say, but instead I go with, “Get some towels.”

I can’t stop thinking about sex. With all these women naked and willing, my mind keeps going back to that dark place—the one where I get tunnel vision and can only think about chasing my next high.

The redhead swaps places with the blonde. For the life of me, I can’t recall their names, which is pretty pathetic, considering I fucked both of them last night.

The blonde hands me the bucket. I stick my finger inside to test the temperature. It’s nice and cold.

I dump the bucket on River’s head, soaking myself in the process, and he shoots up from my chest, gasping for air.

“What the fuck?” River shakes out his hair like a dog coming in from a storm.

I flash a cocky grin, drying my face with a bath towel the redhead hands me. “Morning, sunshine.”

He glares at me. “What was that for?”

“You wouldn’t wake up.”

His cheeks flush crimson. “Because I was fucking sleeping, dickhead!”

I start drying his hair and chest, but River yanks the towel from my hand and does it himself.

“I thought you overdosed.”

He kneels on the bed, glaring at me, and then he must realize we’re not alone because he glances around the room, lips parted.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “What did we do last night?”

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