Page 33 of Our Secret to Keep

“Stop running away like a little bitch.”

River laughs, but it sounds more like a gunt. “Yeah, okay, Nate. Whatever.”

“Would you two stop fighting like an old married couple?” Carter Hayes says, peeling his lips from a mediocre-looking blonde, leaning over the couch to glare at us. “We’re kinda busy over here, dickheads.”

I wave my hand. “Fuck off.”

I don’t care what anyone thinks. Everyone in this house has seen me naked hundreds of times. Clothes are optional, in my opinion. Or at least they should be, especially when you have a body like mine.

The brunette kissing Parker Hale bites her lip, eyeing up my cock.

“Take a good look, sweetheart.” I hold my arms out at my sides. “I got the best dick in this house.”

My calves are toned.

My thighs are solid muscle.

I have a sexy bubble butt.

Corded with muscles, my six-pack has a six-pack, and my biceps are too big for even River to wrap his hands around them.

I’m hot.

I know it.

So do the girls gawking at me.

So do my loser teammates.

I could fuck their girls—and they know it.

Parker groans. “You’re such an asshole, Brooks. Put some clothes on, would you? This isn’t a nudist colony.”

“No, but it is my house. And I don’t feel like wearing fucking clothes.”

“Yeah,” Carter agrees. “So not fucking cool, dude. We’re not in the locker room.”

“You’re just jealous.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls slip out of their rooms later and knock on my door. It wouldn’t be the first time a puck bunny did that to one of my teammates.

“They’re right,” River groans. “Would you put your dick away? Fuck, Nate.”

“Nah, I’m good,” I say, approaching the door where River stands, my cock swinging in the breeze.

Yep, it’s that big.

I glance at the blonde chick, her mouth hanging open like she’s ready to intercept my dick. “If you don’t want to fake your orgasm tonight, sweetheart, my room is upstairs. Third door on the left. Right next to the bathroom.”

She presses her lips together, eyes wide.

Carter pulls her onto his lap, scowling. “Get your own girl, Brooks.”

“Oh, I got one. She’s upstairs, naked and wet, bent over on all fours on my bed. And she does anything I want. And I meananything.”

“Asshole,” he grunts.

Most of my teammates hate me, or at the very least, tolerate me for River’s sake. Everyone loves him. I don’t care if they want to carve out my eyeballs and spoon-feed them to me. It’s fun playing the villain of the house.

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