Page 99 of Our Secret to Keep

Nate moves on top of me, shoving his already hard cock so close to my ass I can’t see straight. “Help me with this problem. Look at what you’re doing to me. I need to know if it’s my addiction or if I have feelings for you.”

Without warning, his tongue breaches my lips, slipping inside my mouth. I try to sit up and push him off me, but he’s too strong and determined to overpower me. Or maybe I’m not trying hard enough.

Someone knocks on the door. Nate freezes on top of me, eyes wide. His lips are slick with my saliva and bruised from my kisses.

“It’s a little early to be watching porn, Rousseau,” Waters yells. “Practice in thirty. Get your ass in gear.”

Thankfully, I locked the door last night. Jimmy Waters is the last person I want to know about my business. He already suspects I’m gay. I'm not sure how I gave off that vibe, but I must not hide my sexuality well.

“Fuck off,” I toss back at my asshole teammate.

“Is Brooks in there with you?” Waters asks. “He’s not in his room.”

“Yeah,” Nate calls out. “Just showing River a new video. I’ll send it to you later.”

Waters laughs. “I didn’t hear any women on that video.” His fist taps the wooden door. “Enough with the homo shit. Time for practice.”

I hear the top step creak, and Waters descends the stairs.

Nate rolls off me and sighs. “Fuck, that was close.”

I sit up and sling my legs off the bed, my back to him. “We can’t do this again.”

He kneels behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not done with you.”

“We will get caught,” I remind him. “Eight other people live here… and the walls are very fucking thin.”

His nose nudges my cheek, and I breathe in his masculine scent. “Please, Riv. I need your help. This is probably just a crush. But I won’t know unless?—”

“Unless we fuck?”

“Just think about it.” He bites my earlobe. “Do you want to ruin our friendship over this?”

“You’re the one fucking up our friendship,” I hiss. “Everything was going fine until you confessed your feelings for me. We’re talking about this with Dr. Swanson.”

“I just want to see what it’s like.” His hand grasps the base of my cock, slowly moving up and down. “I need to know if all these weird feelings I’m getting are specific to you… or if there’s more to it.” He breathes in my ear, grunting as he fists me. “Look at how hard I make you. Please do this for me, Riv. I need you.”

I hate saying no to him and don’t want to lose his friendship. Heneedsme, and I love being needed by Nate.

“Do you want me?”

“I’m a greedy asshole, Riv.” He licks my earlobe. “I want you all to myself.”

After years of dreaming about this moment, it has finally come true. But I’m still torn about taking things further with Nate.

“Would you be okay with it being just us? No girls.”

“Would it change anything if I wasn’t sure?”

“Yes.” I feel the muscles in my face clench. “I don’t want us to fuck, and then you invite Samantha over because you miss pussy.”

“What if I do?”

Nate pins my back to the bed with his hand on my shoulder. The scent of bergamot invades my nostrils, and I pull him to me, desperate for these stolen moments.

I curl my biceps around him, and he lets me hold him. “I want you to fuck me. But I’m scared you’ll change your mind.”

His lips part, but no words come out. He stares, blinks, and then his hands are on me, his fingers tugging at the ends of my short hair.

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