Page 7 of Our Secret to Keep

Eat pussy when I hate the taste.

Butthisgets me tohim.

“You can only have sex with one girl,” I tell him. “She signs an ironclad NDA. We have sex in places we can control. No more parties, bathrooms, or closets. Nothing on campus. Period. Unless it’s at our house.”

Every addict has an enabler. That’s me. I can’t quit Nate even if I tried. The bond of our friendship is too deep to sever. To do so would mean cutting out my own heart.

I am head over heels, knee-deep in the mud, in love with Nate Brooks.

I can’t say no.

My heart won’t allow it.

Also, Nate has no idea. He’s so damn clueless when it comes to us. For someone who seems so in sync with me, he misses the one thing right in front of his face.

“Okay,” he agrees after a solid minute of mulling over my proposal. “But I get to choose the girl.”

“We find her together.”

At that, he smiles. “Deal.”

I hate myself for letting this continue. Pretending I like women to maintain my image is exhausting. Looking at Nate while we have sex helps me get—and stay—hard. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even bother with random hookups.

“I don’t remember most of last night. Did you drug me?”

Nate turns his head back to the road and opens his window, letting in the salty breeze from the bay. “You asked me to put molly in your beer. I only gave you one pill. I took the other three.”

My jaw unhinges at his confession. “Are you fucking kidding me, Nate? Why did you listen to me when I was already drunk and not thinking clearly? We get regular drug testing, you moron. If the NCAA?—”

“They won’t find out,” he says with false confidence.

“Is your dad going to pay them off, too?”

I’m rich, but Nate iswealthy. There’s a big fucking difference. His dad could move literal mountains for us. He would use more than his money and status to squash a scandal.

“Money makes the world go round,” Nate jokes but stops laughing when he sees I’m not. “Fuck, Riv. Would you loosen up? It’s just a sex tape.”

My eyes bug out of my head at his comment. “There’s no such thing asjusta sex tape when everyone in the country knows your name.”

“If this chick wanted to out you, she would have sent the video to The Kingston Spy. But she didn’t, which means she wants money more than fame.”

The Kingston Spy is the bane of my existence. Whoever runs the TikTok account has twelve million followers and dishes out juicy gossip about everyone at Kingston University. Lately, she’s focused more on athletes—me in particular.

Just my luck.

I have over seven million followers on TikTok from making hockey videos with my dad and the team. The puck bunnies love my dad… and Nate. Well, his ass specifically.

I can’t say I blame them.

Every time I see my best friend naked, I want to grab his bubble butt and squeeze it. I dream about bending him over, fucking him from behind. Licking his asshole. His shaft. Sucking his big cock into my mouth.

The same thoughts run through my brain whenever we fuck girls. It’s the only way to get through the encounter.

Nate turns up the radio and zones out, tapping his fingers on the shifter. There’s nothing left to say until we see our parents.

A silent notification pops up on my phone from OnlyFans telling me Baby Face has a new post.

Oh, fuck yeah.

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