Page 7 of Our Hearts to Break

I lead River to the bed. “Look, if it’s Samantha, she signed an NDA. She won’t get a dime from the publisher. The book deal will go away.”

Samantha isn’t the first to blackmail us, but we liked her the most.

Well, I did.

I would have kept Samantha longer if River hadn’t gotten sick of her. She was the most adventurous of the girls and willing to try anything. The last time we fucked, we had fun, but I couldn’t get hard without watching an old video of River.

I regret nothing.

It was time to move on.

River was right.

And I only wanthim.

I flash a confident smirk. “I’ll get her to hand over what she stole.”

River curls his arms around me and sighs. “This has to work, Nate. I can’t do this anymore. I’m so sick of keeping a secret life. I want to be with you.”

I shove the dark brown hair from his eyes and kiss his forehead, nose, and lips. “Don’t let that bitch get the best of you. We got this, okay?”

“My dad will kill me if she leaks any of the videos. I’ll never hear the end of it. And my career… I won’t have one.”

“You’re too good for the NHL not to let you play,” I say because he needs a reminder of his talent.

River has one of the most recognizable faces on the East Coast. His sex tape—with a man, of all people—would be worth millions. I won’t let Samantha get away with breaking into my house and stealing my shit.

I cup River’s shoulder, feeling the nervous energy hum through his body. “We’re hunters, Riv, not the hunted.”

He laughs at my family’s motto.

“We make hot porn, don’t we?” I hook my arm around him and kiss his cheek. “I want to make more of it with you.”

He slaps my bicep. “I’m not joking, Nate. This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” I say because humor is my go-to when stressed. “Think I could do OnlyFans if this lawyer thing doesn’t work out?”

I waggle my eyebrows, and River punches my bicep.

“Now, you’re just being a dick. I feel like I’m about to have a fucking heart attack…. and you’re cracking jokes.”

Someone bangs on the door and ruins our moment. River moves away from me at record speed and opens the door. Jimmy Waters, that savage wall of man, stands in the entryway, hands on his hips, his head nearly touching the frame.

With his usual shake of disapproval, he frowns. “Everyone’s ready to leave for the club. Do I have to throw you rich fuckers over my shoulders and drag you downstairs? Or would you homos like that too much?”

I close the distance between us and bump our chests. “Say that again, motherfucker. I dare you.”

“I was just fucking around.” Waters raises his hand for me to tap. “We’re good. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Do you ever think before you speak?” I snap, my nostrils flaring, anger pooling inside me.

River clears his throat behind me. Without looking at him, I know what he wants. So, I bump our fists, hating the feel of Waters’ rough skin against mine.

Waters attends Kingston University on a partial sports scholarship, paying the remainder with grants and loans. He has always resented River for getting a full ride when he can afford the tuition. But he just hates me—period. Or maybe he hates me because I’m wealthy and spoiled. And I’m not shy about it. I see no point in hiding who I am.

“As much as I would love for you to throw me over your shoulder and manhandle me,” I say with a cocky grin, “I can walk down the stairs on my own, Big Boy. Thanks for the offer, though.”

He glares at me, gripping the doorframe like he’s holding the damn thing up. “Stop playing games. We’ve been waiting for you two to stop sucking each other’s dicks.”

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