Page 38 of Our Secret to Keep

“Baby Face,” a man calls out, hovering over us. He must be close to seven feet tall and built like a refrigerator. “Is this creep bothering you?”

Me, a creep?

I stifle a laugh.

When I see him online, he’s usually dressed like a football player, shirtless and donning shoulder pads, eye black under his eyes, and tight ass shorts with nothing under them.

He’s not wearing his usual costume. But if this man calls him by his OnlyFans name, he must be getting ready to put on a show.

My obsession with him started over the summer when Nate went home for a few days to visit his family. While Nate was gone, I wanted something to jerk off to and stumbled on Baby Face’s videos.

It only took one of his teasers for me to subscribe. I lost days of my life and gave myself a hand and leg cramp coming to the sound of his voice and his big dick.

“Nah, he’s not bothering me,” Baby Face tells the bouncer. “We were just talking.”

He winks at me and follows the bouncer in the opposite direction, leaving me with a rock-hard erection.

By some miracle, he doesn’t recognize me from his class. It’s probably because I sit in the back with Nate. I keep my head down and try not to draw too much attention on campus.

Tonight, I’m not quite myself. So, I get a crazy idea—anything to help me forget about Nate and the hole he’s carved into my heart.

CHAPTER13

NATE

Please let me go,Nate. River’s plea still haunts me. Even with Samantha on her knees, hands on my spread thighs, head bobbing up and down on my cock. She’s trying to work me up again, but I’m not in the mood.

Not since River leftme.

Us, I mean us.

He leftus.

So why does it feel like he walked out on me, not Samantha? I hate that River acted like I was holding him hostage. I don’t recall pointing a gun at his head and forcing him to fuck her.

“What’s going on?” Samantha says, fisting my limp dick. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Nope.

Even after two minutes of her porn star efforts, I can’t get into what should have been a fan-fucking-tastic blow job. Samantha gives the best head of any puck bunny. It’s one of many reasons she’s lasted so long with River and me.

Two months.

That’s a record.

She deserves a gold star.

“Just not feeling it,” I tell her.

She sits back on her heels, her tits mashed together, staring up at me with those big, blue eyes. “Is it me?”

Why am I not hard right now?

I should be.

I mean, look at her.

Huge tits, tiny pink nipples, a thick ass—that still has my handprint on it—and willing to do anything. I wasn’t joking when I told my teammates about her. Samantha has no limits. Like me, she enjoys pushing boundaries. Hence, how we ended up with River and me fucking her pussy at the same time.

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