Page 86 of Our Secret to Keep

Does he spread his legs and lean back on his mattress, clutching the phone? Or does he sit in his computer chair and watch me on a bigger screen?

I’m dying to know.

Fuck.

Maybe tonight I’ll be more adventurous. Slip a finger into my tight hole and see how it feels. I bet River would like that. The man he watches on OnlyFans fucks his fingers, dildos, and other men’s dicks. I’m not ready to go to the extreme without the proper motivation.

But I can try it.

For River.

I drop the pen into the book’s fold, my cock harder than steel and too fucking horny to sit another second in this classroom. So, I scoop my laptop and books into the backpack, using the bag to shield my boner as I stand.

Medusa glares at me.

To be a dick, I blow her a kiss.

She scoffs, flicking her curls over her shoulder and acting like she can’t stand me. But I catch her eyes roaming my body, spending a few extra seconds to admire my ass.

Take a good look.

I slap a hand on my right cheek and smirk. She scowls.

The professor looks up as I inch across the row. I nod and hop over students’ legs to get the fuck out of here. I’m not my usual slick self, stumbling and bumping into people. With this massive erection poking a hole in my pants, aching and leaking, begging to be free, I can’t even walk straight.

If Medusa saw the bulge in my pants, she would probably call the damn police. Uptight brat. I flash her a final wink, which earns me another sneer.

I exit the classroom, awkwardly pressing the bag to my front, and stagger into the crowded hallway. My law classes are in Mathis Hall, located on the other side of campus from my house. At all times of the day, this building is bustling with annoyingly loud co-eds.

Darting to the left, I shove through the mass of bodies until I’m outside and breathing in the salty air. Beacon Bay is the small town’s name and the body of water spanning the coastline.

Kingston University separates the uber-wealthy from the poor. However, only people from the north side of Beacon Bay can afford the hefty tuition.

Crossing the quad, I spot Samantha sitting under a tree with two brunettes. They’re cute but not hot like her.

Fuck, I miss her pussy.

Not her, though.

Our last few texts were pretty toxic, even by my standards. Maybe I should have been nicer. I could have handled things differently. Samantha thought we had a future, yet I’d told her every time we fucked that it was nothing more than sex.

I veer off the path and make a beeline down a side street. People wave and flag me down. One guy invites me to a frat party this weekend. Girls bat their lashes and flash pretty smiles.

Fuck, I miss women.

Or do I just miss sex?

I notice their short skirts and sexy thighs. Yoga pants and skinny jeans. Tight tops and low-cut shirts showing cleavage. Anything that molds to their bodies draws my attention.

I don’t discriminate.

But then River’s naked body enters my mind. All thoughts of these women disappear in a blink.

This is unhealthy.

I can’t like my best friend.

Even if I wanted to be gay for a night, our friendship would not survive it. I don’t know how to explore my sexuality with anyone but River. He’s the only person I trust. And he’s already interested in me.

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