Page 4 of Our Secret to Keep

Weird.

I don’t like men.

But River?

Fuck, I don’t know.

My cock likes him.

River leans closer to me and whispers, “We need to leave. That girl down the hall saw me last night. The paparazzi could be waiting for us downstairs.”

River is famous. The paparazzi follow him around campus and to away games, never leaving him alone. He can’t wipe his ass without someone snapping a picture.

The son of hockey legend Ryan Rousseau, River grew up with a camera in his face. His family even had a reality TV show calledThe Hockey Life.

Every moment of his existence has been photographed and televised. Until we met at boarding school, he’d never had any privacy.

Of course, the girls signed non-disclosure agreements. I’m going to be a lawyer someday, and I’m not a fucking idiot.

“We need to go.” River slides off the mattress and grabs his boxer briefs from the floor. “It’s after eleven. We’re having lunch with our dads in Devil’s Creek.”

“Ooh, can I come?”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I wanna meet Ryan Rousseau.”

“I know, isn’t he so hot?”

A few of the girls mutter similar things.

“Uh, no,” River tells them, trying to hide his anger. “My dad is off-limits.”

He hates that women use him to get to his NHL player father. It’s not like any of them have a shot with Ryan. He married a supermodel who hasn’t aged much over the years. River’s mom is a certifiable MILF. I’ve even jerked off to pictures of her, which is extra fucked up and something I willnevertell him.

The blonde beneath me sighs. “Wait, what? I thought you guys were spending the weekend with us.”

“Just the night.” I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, and she moans. “I made that clear in my messages.”

She frowns.

My gaze wanders around the room to make sure I have their attention. “I paid for all of you to stay at the hotel for the weekend. You have your own suites. Order whatever you want. Go shopping for all I care. It’s on me.”

That gets a squeal from several girls, a round of thank yous, and smiles of pure joy.

We keep this shit transactional for a reason. The girls have to show negative panels. I can’t be worrying about catching diseases. And I hate attachments to anyone but River.

He’s all I need. The only relationship I want in my life. I don’t need any women clinging to me, trying to force me into marrying them. Or, god forbid, they get pregnant.

Kids are like herpes.

You have them for life.

I peel myself from the hot blonde and search the floor for my clothes. “I don’t feel like seeing my dad today. Fuck him.”

“I don’t have a choice.” River pulls a black Henley over his head, tugging it down his ripped chest. “He wants to talk to me about something. In person. Says it’s important.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it is involves my dad… which means we’re equally fucked.”

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