Page 27 of Our Hearts to Break

“Promise you’ll never lie to me or withhold information. I can’t handle you keeping secrets.”

I consider pointing out that he conveniently forgot to tell me about our roommate blackmailing him, but I hold my tongue. Nate is in a vulnerable place, seconds from falling apart. If I say the wrong thing, I could lose him.

“I promise.”

Our session continues with Dr. Swanson explaining Nate’s sexual impulses and helping us understand how to deal with them. He even lets me read his journal, which makes me smile because he writes about me daily. We’re on the path to moving forward, yet a small part of me wonders if our relationship has longevity.

Only time will tell.

After scheduling our next appointment, we step onto the elevator.

Nate stands beside me, his fingers brushing mine, staring at the floor numbers ticking down. “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “I overreacted.”

I grab his hand as the doors open into the garage and pull him toward my car. “I want you to choose me, but I know you’re not ready to commit to anything serious.”

Nate lets out a deep breath. “Why can’t we go back to the way things were but fuck each other?”

“That’s not a future for us or the women we involve. And it’s not fair to keep bringing other people into our lives only to get rid of them.” I stop at my car and click the keyfob to open the doors. “Have you considered that you get sick of women because they’re not satisfying your needs?”

Nate stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe. But how do you explain why I like pussy so much?”

“You like sex,” I point out. “You like the act of sticking your dick in a tight hole. Last I checked, you didn’t even like going down on girls.”

“Meh. It’s messy. They don’t taste like…” He stares at my lips. “Like you.”

“You love anal,” I remind him because I want him so badly it hurts that he’s not one hundred percent sure about me. “Sometimes, I think you like it more than pussy.”

Nate considers my words and bobs his head. “I like the tightness. It feels so good.”

Propping my hip against my car door, I hold his gaze. “Tell me what a woman can give you that I can’t.”

ChapterTen

NATE

Tellme what a woman can give you that I can’t.

I mull over River’s words, letting them sink into my brain. For months, I fought the attraction between us, the obsessive need to be near him. It’s always been this way with us. Never a push-pull. The two of us yank so hard on the strings tethering us, seconds from colliding, our paths on an inevitable crash course.

River props his hip against his car door, holding my gaze. He bites his lip, patient as usual, with a look of fear scrolling his face. The look says,please don’t break meor my heart. But to do so would shatter my own heart to pieces.

I hook my arms around his neck and pin his back to the car window. He sucks in a sharp breath, still waiting for me to give him the answer he wants to hear.

Our foreheads touch as I lean closer and let our lips brush.

“Nothing,” I say because it’s true.

There is nothing a woman can give me that River can’t. If anything, he can give me more.

His lips part, about to speak, but I claim his mouth with a kiss that could start a war. Holding him against the car, I rock my hips, rubbing our hard cocks together.

My heart beats faster for him. It always did and probably always will.

I find the hem of his shirt and dip my hands beneath the soft fabric, needing the skin-to-skin connection to calm my racing heart. While my hands explore his chiseled abs, he shoves his fingers through my hair and tugs at the ends.

River doesn’t understand I will never let him go. Since the day we met, he was it for me. Back then, I didn’t know how I would need him, only that he would be mine forever.

River moans into my mouth and throws his leg around me, kissing me like he wants to devour me.

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