Page 3 of Our Hearts to Break

“Technically, you’re still getting some form of sex with me. So, it’s not like you’re celibate.”

He smiles and rolls his tongue over my bottom lip. “You taste good. How about we suck each other off, and then we can stop at Gio’s on our way home?”

My cock tents my pants, poking his stomach. There’s nothing I want more than his mouth on me again. No one sucks cock like Nate, not even the best of the best puck bunnies.

I look to my left and see men and women leaving the factory. Doors slam as they get into their cars.

“Nate, people can see us. They’re in the middle of a shift change. How about we eat with the guys? And then we can spend the night taking turns sucking each other off.”

He kisses my nose and slides over to his side of the car, an evil grin on his face. “Deal.”

ChapterTwo

RIVER

Sorority chicksand frat boys sit on their porches, eyes on Nate and me. At least a dozen girls gather along the front gate to our house. A few look much older than college age.

We’re the talk of campus, whispers floating across the street. Gossip at Kingston University travels faster than the wind.

I get out of the passenger seat, pizza boxes in hand, dreading the onslaught of commentary.

“River, River.” A skinny blonde girl waves. “Over here.”

“Nate,” another girl yells before rushing to the driver’s side, dressed in tight black pants and a chunky red sweater. “Hey, so… you probably don’t remember me, but we?—”

He pushes out his hand. “Just stop. Whatever you were going to say, the answer is no.”

She scowls. “Asshole.”

As she flees, several women approach us, each offering to let us share them. Nate brushes them off with the flick of his hand. I flat-out ignore them, making my way through the crowd of eager puck bunnies.

Balancing almost a dozen pizza boxes on our palms, we head inside the house. Five of our eight teammates lounge on the sectional couch in the living room, two playing video games while the other three watch.

Parker Hale hears me slam the door and turns his head, a cell phone clasped in his hands. “Look at what Brooks and Rousseau brought us.”

Carter Hayes tips up his nose, takes a whiff of the pizza, and drops the remote on the floor. “Gio’s! Dude, I’m starving. How did you know?”

Tall and blond, Carter’s hair is cropped on the sides and longer on the top, a few strands flopping onto his forehead. His bright blue eyes widen on me.

“When are you not hungry, Hayes?” I say with laughter in my tone.

Don’t let his slim body fool you. He can eat all of us under the table. I don’t know where he puts the food, though.

Carter sees each housemate’s name written on the boxes’ exterior and yanks his from my hands.

“Pepperoni and sausage,” I tell him. “With extra pepperoni.”

Licking his lips, he winks. “Thanks, bro.”

He heads toward the dining room, stealing a slice from the box as he walks away.

“The rest of you assholes can wait until we sit down,” Nate warns, palm pushed out to sayback the fuck up.

No one messes with Nate.

They follow us into the dining room. Nate sets his five boxes at the head of the table and starts passing them out. I do the same, saving mine for last.

Nate puts his hand on the two extra boxes. “Where’s Copeland and Wade?”

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