Page 60 of Our Secret to Keep

I glanced at his dick and nodded.

“Then do something about it.”

Moments like that one have me questioning everything I ever thought about Nate and his sexuality. Is he secretly bisexual and afraid to tell me?

After a long day and a belly full of food, I follow Nate to his bedroom. He’s all smiles as we cross the threshold.

“I want to show you something.” He grins. “You’re gonna love it.”

I step into the room. “Okay, what? You’re giving me creepy vibes.”

He reaches over me and locks the door, his arm brushing mine. With him this close, I drink in the scent of his cologne and let the delicious smell burrow into my nostrils. I want to pull his face to mine and kiss his lips. Throw him against the wall and make him scream my name.

But I won’t.

I’m a chicken shit.

Nate turns on the flat-screen TV. Of course, there’s a porno paused with two asses in my face.

Does he watch anything else?

As I move closer, I realize it’s Nate and Samantha.

“We didn’t want you to miss out.” Nate gives me a playful look and shrugs. “It was weird without you last night.”

What does that mean?

Don’t read into it.

Last night, Nate chased me downstairs naked. He even sent me a clip of him fucking Samantha’s ass to entice me to come home. It didn’t work, though.

“You sent me this,” I say, turning toward the door, annoyed.

He promised to quell his urges for me. It’s supposed to beournight. The one day I get Nate all to myself.

Nate grips my shoulder and spins me around, a wicked smile on his face. “You didn’t see this one.”

“You’re doing that creepy thing again.”

He laughs and plops down on the bed, patting the space beside him. “I made this just for you. Don’t be a dick. Come and watch with me.” He winks. “And please docum.”

I sit on the mattress beside him, our backs to the wall like old times. The familiarity excites me. It reminds me of before my true obsession with Nate started.

“I couldn’t get hard after you left,” he tells me, zero emotion in his tone. “Samantha was getting pissed. So, I started looking through some of our old videos for inspiration.”

With my eyes on Nate, I study his face. The strength of his jaw, the perfect curve of his nose. His sun-kissed skin. Those pouty full lips I want wrapped around my cock.

I wet my lips. “Why couldn’t you get hard?”

“Because you weren’t here.” His hand drops to the bed, his fingers inches from mine. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“It’s part of your addiction.”

He shoves a hand through his blond hair to brush it off his forehead. “Yeah, ya think?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. How many times did you come yesterday?”

Nate leans his head on the wall and looks up at the ceiling. “Umm, like… Fuck, I don’t know.”

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