Page 6 of Our Hearts to Break

“What the fuck?”

The tip of my cock sticks out from my boxer briefs, leaking onto the fabric. I want to shove it between River’s lips, make him choke and gag, and beg for more. But I can’t stop shaking.

I’m hoping my eyes have deceived me. “Someone was… Who was in here?”

River shakes his head. “Our teammates wouldn’t?—”

“Someone touched my shit,” I point out.

I stalk over to the desk and sit in the chair, my fingers stroking the cold leather. A sweet scent burrows into my nostrils, a perfume I recognize. It’s fresh, the scent clinging to the air.

Samantha was here.

I haven’t spoken to her in weeks or seen her on campus. After our fight at the house, she avoided me and cut off all ties.

Don’t overreact, I remind myself.Try to stay calm.

“My chair smells like Samantha.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “No way. She wouldn’t break into the house. I can’t see her doing that.”

“We rarely lock the front door. Most of the guys forget their keys. If she paid attention to our schedules, she would know when no one would be home.”

“Most of the guys are here.” River hunches beside my chair. “Even if she managed to get into the house unnoticed, how would she get your password?”

I lean back and sigh. “Because I’m a fucking idiot. I let her sit on my lap and watch me edit the video I sent you the last time we fucked her. She must have paid attention when I unlocked my computer.”

“Fuck,” River mutters. “I told you something was off about her. That we couldn’t trust her.”

I don’t want to hearI told you soright now. So, I turn away from River and start checking my files. Scanning the desktop, I don’t see anything missing. Most of my homemade porn is hidden on a special drive. Samantha watched me access it.

When I open the folder labeledSamantha, it’s empty. My hands shake from the anger rolling through me, and I clutch the arms of the chair.

“She deleted everything we filmed with her.”

I search the other folders and see they are untouched.

Thank fuck.

I have several hundred videos and pictures of River and me with various women. Recently, I created a folder calledRiver. That’s where I keep the videos I made for him. I even have a subfolder labeledFirst Times. Inside, there’s the picture of the first time I jerked off River and came on his ass.

“She could have asked me to delete the videos of her.”

River bites his lip, eyes narrowed. “If you had been nicer, she wouldn’t have done this to us.”

I consider his suggestion, but it’s too late to worry about the past. What I should have done doesn’t matter.

“Do you remember what she said last time we saw her?”

River nods. “She said she kept our secret because she liked us… and could tell everyone aboutme.”

I roll my shoulders against the leather chair. “She was totally in love with us.”

“In love with you,” River shoots back at me. “You texted her every day. She was over here all the time.”

“I told her the truth. I never led her on. I was honest from the start about itjustbeing sex. It’s not my fault she couldn’t get it through her thick head.”

River bites his trembling lip, those sad, green eyes searing into my soul. I hate it when he’s upset.

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