Page 45 of Our Secret to Keep

Come home. Samantha misses your dick.

Nate 1:01 a.m.

Dude, why are you fucking ignoring me?

Nate 1:04 a.m.

What the fuck? Are you allergic to pussy?

Nate 1:05 a.m.

Why did you run away? That was a dick move.

Nate 1:07 a.m.

This is fucked up, Riv. You’re being an asshole.

Nate 1:08 a.m.

Samantha keeps asking for you. She’s so fucking wet. Come fuck her.

Nate 1:08 a.m.

She’s thirsty for your dick, bro. Get your ass back here.

Nate 1:15 a.m.

Fine, fuck you. Don’t even bother coming home.

I’m mad at him. But I’m mostly angry at myself for letting things get out of hand. What started as sex has become so much more, and my heart can’t take it.

With a pounding headache, I drive back to Kingston University. Students stumble out of houses, half awake and disheveled. Some girls stagger down the steps of a frat house, the grass littered with red plastic cups.

My house doesn’t look any better. Living across the street from fraternities has its perks. But not so much when their trash makes its way onto our property.

I swerve when a girl walks in front of my car, nearly falling on top of it. She waves with a tiny smile, then staggers onto the pavement.

Dodging a few more students, I park in front of the house I share with nine hockey players. When I step inside, the house is a mess. Clothing is scattered on the couches and tables. There are at least a dozen bottles of alcohol, a deck of cards spread across the sofa, a woman’s red bra on the floor, and two pairs of panties.

Looks like my teammates had fun.

The house is unusually silent, even for eleven o’clock on a Sunday. Everyone must be sleeping off their hangovers. I slowly creep up the stairs toward my bedroom.

As I walk past Nate’s room, I’m extra quiet. The door is cracked open, and the floorboard creaks beneath my shoe.

“Riv?” Nate calls out. “Is that you?”

Fuck.

I stop at the sound of Nate’s deep voice and pause at the entryway, head down like a kid waiting to get scolded by his parents. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“What the fuck? Get in here.”

Sensing the anger in his tone, I push open the door, revealing him in bed with Samantha. Both are still naked, the same way I left them, their hot bodies on display.

Nate shoves a hand through his blond hair, his big dick hanging between his spread thighs. He has no shame about his body. My best friend thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and rightfully so.

“I’ve been texting you all night. We waited for you.” He tips his head at the puck bunny, smiling as if he didn’t tell me not to come home. “Get in. She’s warmed up and ready.”

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