Page 13 of Our Hearts to Break

Nate seems confused by his question, so I say, “Dean works with Baby Face.”

“Oh,” he mouths. “You guys are like a thing?”

“Best friends. We needed cash and got this crazy idea to do OnlyFans.” Dean shrugs. “Never meant for us to make it a permanent thing. But sex fucking sells.”

Nate hooks his arm around me, pressing my hip to his. He’s so damn possessive, and I love it.

Dean plucks a business card from his back pocket. “If you want to do a cameo in one of our videos, text me. Our followers would blow massive loads for you two.”

As Nate stuffs the card into his pocket, Baby Face appears. Eye black is painted below his big, blue eyes, making his skin seem even tanner under the dim lights. His usual tight, black spandex shorts sit low on his hips, a patch of hair dipping beneath the waistband.

“Hey, professor,” I say with a wink as he slides next to Dean, who hands him a drink.

Professor West’s eyes widen on me. “River… Hey.”

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Nate asks, eyes narrowed.

I can already tell he’s getting jealous, so I lean into his embrace, giving him the validation he needs. “You don’t recognize him, do you?”

He takes another look. “The guy from the videos?”

“Yes, but that’s Professor West,” I whisper. “From Law and Ethics class.”

“No shit?”

“Please don’t say anything,” Professor West says. “And you should call me Ollie outside of class.”

Dean slings his arm across Ollie’s neck. “I gave Nate my card. They would be perfect for that video idea we discussed last night.”

Ollie gulps. “They’re my students.”

“So? Look at them.” He eyes up our bodies and licks his lips. “Do you guys play a sport?”

“Hockey,” Nate tells them.

“I knew it.” Dean scrubs a hand across his jaw and groans. “Fuck, they are perfect. Would you guys consider doing something for us in your hockey gear?”

“I already make videos for River,” Nate says proudly, unashamed of his body or his homemade porn. “He likes the ones I film in my jersey and nothing else.”

“Yeah?” Dean bites his lip, eyeing up Nate’s body. “I’d love to see those.”

I glance at Ollie, my eyes saying,Save me, when Nate whips out his phone and Dean moves closer.

“Not the time or place.” Ollie clutches Dean’s shoulder. “We have to get back to work.”

“Aww, boo. You whore. I wanna see this hottie fuck his hand.”

Laughing at Dean, Ollie slaps a hand on my back. “I’ll see you in class.”

I nod, and they walk away, waving as they disappear into the crowd.

“I like Dean,” Nate comments. “When we get home, I wanna watch his videos.”

I raise a curious eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He nods. “He’s hot.”

“Hotter than me?”

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