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I don’t want to move him.

If he wakes, he’ll want to talk about us—not like there is anus. Since his confession, I have avoided him like a plague. I don’t know how to defuse the situation without giving Nate what he wants.

He’s not gay.

He’s not bisexual.

Sex is his way of controlling me. And if I give in to him, I risk losing my best friend and my heart.

CHAPTER32

RIVER

I wakeup to soft lips pressing against my neck. I’m half asleep, still dreaming about Nate’s hands on my body. Eyes closed, I let him move us in the perfect rhythm.

Yet, this is not a dream.

Nate’s fingers trail down my chest, feeling the ridges of my abdomen before his long fingers wrap around my shaft. I whimper at the sudden contact. His muscular body molds against my back, and I love how our joined bodies fit.

He knows what I like, his strokes matching the movement of my hips. I rock into his fist, so he has to squeeze me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“Come for me,” he says, and a ripple of pleasure spreads down my spine, curling my toes.

I push back on his hard cock, and he slides between my thighs. Instead of teasing me, he juts back and forth, using my legs for more friction.

Nate groans in my ear right before he sucks the lobe into his mouth. I’m so close, on the verge of coming, my cock harder than steel in his hand.

I bite my lip and focus on him licking the length of my neck, cock moving back and forth between my legs. A nibble on my ear sends me straight over the edge.

“You feel so fucking good, Riv.”

Cum shoots out of my cock like a rocket, spraying his hand and the sheet. A second later, I feel his cock jerk, my thighs holding him in a vise. His warmth splashes on my legs, the bed, and even my hand.

Panting hard, I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes snap open, and Nate stares back at me when I look up. I blink a few times to make sure I’m not hallucinating. But when I open my eyes again, he’s still there. Still blond and gorgeous. The same face I have looked at almost every day for a decade.

This is real.

So very, very real.

His cock is jammed between my legs and leaking on me. My boxer briefs are shoved down to my ankles.

Nate frees his limp cock from my body and kneels on the bed, making no move to get dressed or cover his big dick. He presses down on my shoulder when I try to get up, pinning my back to the mattress.

His tongue slides past my lips.

“Open up for me. Let me kiss you.”

I turn my head. “Nate, we’re not alone.”

He holds me down with all his weight. I’m a big guy, two hundred pounds of muscle, but he has a few extra pounds on me.

“I need to get you out of my system. This is just a phase. A crush. Let’s see where this goes, and then we can return to being us.”

His words slice into my chest like a machete. Even when he tries to make me happy, he manages to fuck this up. Nate doesn’t know how to be intimate with anyone, so I try not to blame him for being so stupid about relationships.

But his words hurt.

“It’s not that simple for me. How I feel about you is not something I can get out of my system.”

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