Page 12 of Our Hearts to Break

“Us,” Nate guesses.

“Not us specifically.”

“Are you worried about us having sex? Because we don’t have to take it that far if you’re uncomfortable.”

I shake my head, clasping my hands on my lap. “It’s not that. Well, it is, but… I’m more concerned with how this will change us. Once we do it, we can’t take it back.”

Nate punches the gas pedal, eyes on the road. “No pressure, Riv. We can do whatever you want. I won’t rush you.”

At least my first time will be with Nate. It only seems natural, considering he was there for all my firsts.

Nate parks at Glitter.

My happy place.

At the front door, we show our IDs, pay the cover, and get gold glittery bands slapped onto our wrists. Nate grins as we step inside, his hand on my ass.

The usual barrage of men dressed in bright colors assaults my vision. Other men wearing super tight pants are shirtless, sweaty, or possibly oily. Bodies mold together, men grinding and humping each other, making out as if no one is watching.

Every time I come here, I worry someone will recognize me. A lot of gay men like hockey and have no problem hunting me down on social media. I get at least a dozen dick pics a week and even more tit and vag shots from horny puck bunnies.

People know my face and voice from my TikTok videos. It doesn’t help I’m the spitting image of my dad and often mistaken for him. And with the press release for the book out there…

No, don’t go there.

This night is about having fun with Nate. It’s our chance to get a taste of what our lifecouldbe like if we didn’t have so many secrets.

The club has two floors. Men dance and strip from cages suspended from the vaulted ceiling. The main stages are at the front of the club, where hot men dance on poles.

Since I know the layout, I grab Nate’s hand and lead him toward one of the five bars spaced throughout the ground floor. I push through the crowd and order two beers from a shirtless bartender with a nose and lip ring.

Nate moves beside me and grabs my ass. “This is mine.”

I cock my head at him and smile. “Yours.”

Nate brushes his lips on my neck and kisses my skin. “I’m so into you it’s crazy. Like, I can’t think straight when I look at you. My head feels all fuzzy… and my dick gets hard.”

He slides his hand under my chin, turning my head to steal a kiss. But before our lips touch, a man reaches between us and tosses money at the bartender.

“Oh, sorry, boys.”

A hot, muscular guy a few inches shorter than me flashes pearly white teeth. He has spiky black hair with silver tips that give him an edgy look. Shirtless, a pair of leather pants hug his cute butt, showing off an impressive six-pack and lean but muscular arms.

“Holy shit!” I shout, eyes widening on him. “You’re Dean.”

Dean and Baby Face have dozens of videos they cross-promote on their OnlyFans pages. I love it when they tease each other while giving head, slowly easing their way into the hottest sex I have ever watched.

Since Nate started making porn for me, I stopped looking at OnlyFans. He’s all I need now. All I ever wanted.

Dean flashes a sexy grin. “Ah, so you’re a fan. Nice to meet you. What’s your name, handsome?”

“River.”

“Cute name.” He winks, then looks at Nate. “What should I call you, Mr. Tall, Hot, and Serious?”

Nate folds his arms over his thick chest and snickers. “River calls me God.”

“I bet he does.” Dean tips his head back and laughs, eyeing me up like a snack. “Fuck, you’re hot. And confident. Ever think about doing gay porn?”

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