Page 48 of Our Secret to Keep

I don’t let anyone intrude on my time with River. Not even the hottest pussy on campus. Lord knows I will be ready to fuck again later, but I won’t let her ruin Sundays for us.

“I don’t understand either of you. You guys act like you’re dating.”

“Fuck off,” I snap. “Just go home, Sam.”

How dare her?

I’m not fucking gay!

Her cheeks flush with heat. “Nate, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m not dating River. He’s my best friend. You just don’t get us. Maybe you should stop coming by the house if you’re so fucking bothered by my relationship with River.”

Samantha steps in front of me to block my path. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s just sometimes I feel left out. We’ve been hooking up for two months. And you and River never invite me to go anywhere but your bedrooms or a party.”

Fuck, I am not having this conversation right now. We drop clingy girls like hot pokers. And I like fucking her. So…

“This is just sex. Neither of us ever promised you a thing. And we took you to get pizza last week.”

“Oh, how nice of you,” she says with an attitude. “You and River are only worthbillionsof dollars. It’s not like you can’t afford to take me someplace nice.”

“Stop.” I hold out my hand. “You’re not our girlfriend.”

“I know.” She frowns. “Because you don’t date. Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me a million times.”

“Then, it should have sunken in by now. I have never had a girlfriend. Neither has River. And we don’t want one. Got it?”

She wets her lips, staring at me with those big blue eyes. “I know. I just thought…”

“That’s the problem, Sam. You overthink.” I rub my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like how I treat your pussy, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she moans.

“Then that’s all that matters.”

I walk away with Samantha on my tail. We just fucked with the door open, giving everyone in the house a show. Waters’ door is open across the hall from mine. Parker and Hayes also have theirs cracked.

Dirty motherfuckers.

“Go ice down your pussy,” I say as we step into the hallway. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Samantha peeks up at me, wide-eyed and hopeful. “Can we eat breakfast together?”

“Sure, whatever.” I slap her ass and push her toward the stairs. “Good work, babe. A for effort. Now, it’s time for you to go.”

“You’re such a dick,” she groans.

“Yeah, and if you want more of my dick, you’ll stop talking and start walking.”

Samantha puts her palms on my chest, standing on her tippy toes to kiss me.

“You’re being clingy.” I turn my head and wipe her lipstick from my cheek. “Gross.”

“Would it kill you to be affectionate with me? Just once.”

What Samantha doesn’t understand is that sex isonly sex to me. It’s a means to an end. A simple act to release my demons. If I weren’t driving my cock into her pussy, it would be another girl beneath me. She’s only lasted this long because River insisted we fuck one girl at a time.

Herpes is for life, am I right?

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