Page 58 of Our Secret to Keep

They love Nate.

Of course, they do.

@PuckyGetLucky: Raise your hand if you thought about throwing a puck at Nate’s fine ass to see if it would bounce.

@Puckmeinthea: Love his bubble butt.

@Fangirl_Townie_69: I wanna take a bite out of dat ass.

@NYFanForEva178: The things I would let them do to me.

@HotForRiverR: Threesome, anyone?

@Puckmeinthea: Sign me up.

@NYFanForEva178: Too bad they don’t have an OnlyFans.

@Puckmeinthea: I’d empty my bank account to see them together.

@HotForRiverR: I’d gladly donate an organ to make that happen.

After I read a few of the comments to Nate, he laughs. “Like I said, thirsty bitches. Can you imagine how much money we’d make if we had an OnlyFans page?”

I stuff the phone into my pocket as we pull up outside our house. “My dad would love that.”

“If I needed the money, I would do it.” Nate winks. “Getting paid to do what I love is the dream, right? I’m not shy about my body or sex. I like when people watch me fuck.”

I can see the madness dancing across his face, the need to orgasm clawing at his carefully constructed veneer.

“Call the therapist tomorrow. Make an appointment. I’ll go with you.”

Nate pauses, his fingers brushing the door handle. “I can do it on my own.”

“No, you can’t.”

He sits back in his seat, stares at the three-story Victorian with painted shutters, and then glances at me. “I’m so angry, Riv. I wouldn’t be like this if?—”

“It wasn’t your fault, Nate.”

I can see him thinking about his fucked up childhood, the wheels turning in his head. We both know what started his obsession. It’s the reason his dad sent him to boarding school at the age of twelve. His shitty past is why I get to call this beautiful man my best friend. But I wish those horrible things hadn’t happened to him.

He’s so broken.

Scarred.

Nate swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I don’t like talking about that part of my life. Especially not with strangers.”

“I’ll be there with you,” I say to assure him. “You get to decide what you talk about with the doctor.”

Nate grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I was there for Nate when he had nightmares and needed a hug. Sometimes, I roll over in the morning and find him in my bed, his head on my pillow. I secretly love those brief moments before he opens his eyes and realizes he’s clinging to me.

His addiction stems from a dark part of his life. And since I’m the one who pieced him back together, he needs me. Sharing women is not about the sex for us. Our bond goes much deeper, so I willneversay no to Nate.

CHAPTER20

RIVER

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