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I clench around him, and he groans in my ear.

“Mmm, I love it when you squeeze my cock.” He grips my ass, holding me tight to create more friction. “Fuck, Riv… You’re so…”

Before he can finish his thought, he spills inside me, and that sets me over the edge. He grips my shoulder, holding me up as my release coats the bedsheet.

With us joined, I feel his arms shake until the force of his orgasm subsides. We fall onto the mattress, legs locked and breathing harder.

“I have never liked sex this much,” Nate confesses. “Not until you. You make everything better, Riv.”

Needing to feel our skin pressed together, I climb on top of him, clinging like a koala. Whenever women did this to Nate, he freaked out. He never cared for intimacy. But with me, his walls come crumbling down. I’m the only one who gets this side of Nate.

He strokes his fingers through my sweaty hair and smiles. “I’m going to miss you when we’re apart. I hate that you’re leaving school. But I’m proud of you. I’m so happy for you. You deserve this. The Islanders are lucky to have you.”

“Will you be okay without me?”

He purses his lips. “I think so.”

“I’ll be right across the bay.” I press a kiss to his mouth. “And we’ll talk all the time. We’ll see each other whenever I can. Promise.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll have our teammates to keep me company and copious amounts of our homemade porn.” Nate reaches for his phone on the nightstand and points it at me. “I need more spank bank material.”

“Yeah,” I agree, unable to contain my smile. “It’s time to start a new collection.”

ChapterTwenty

RIVER

Today ismy last day in the house, and I dread leaving Nate in the morning. He clings to my side, following me everywhere I go.

Like a lost puppy.

I stuff some clothes into a box. Nate is beside me, his eyes tracking every movement. He helps me pack, but awkward silence fills the room. Neither of us says the words on the tips of our tongues.

I don’t want to leave him.

He’s afraid I will forget him.

Nate’s still in recovery and on shaky ground. Most days, I see a vast improvement. Other days, when he wakes up from nightmares, he attaches himself to me. I worry about how he will console himself at night and if not having me here will cause him to spiral again.

“That’s the last of it,” I tell him when the final box is stacked in the back of the moving van.

Nate stares at the boxes and frowns.

“Hey.” I clutch his wrist and pull him closer. “This isn’t the end, Nate. We only have a few more months. And then, you can come live with me on Long Island.”

Nate shakes his head, his eyes glassy. “I hate this.”

“So do I. But we still have the winter break. You can stay with me. We’ll have a few weeks together. Just us.”

“And your team,” he adds with a sneer.

“I want you with me wherever I go. Okay?”

Before he can respond, Parker stumbles out of the house with Monroe, Waters, and Carter dressed in black and gold Kingston University jackets and track pants. Nate and I are wearing the same outfits, per tradition, on game nights. They’re playing against the Wolverines, one of our toughest competitors.

“Brooks, we need you focused tonight,” Parker says as he walks toward us. “Stop straining those muscles and eat with us.”

He glances at me for confirmation.

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