Page 64 of Our Hearts to Break

That kiss could have melted the ice. So hot. Call me if you guys wanna go another round.

Frat Bro

I’m bi. Just throwing it out there if you get bored with River.

Samantha

I know you probably hate me. I’m also not supposed to reach out because of your dad and the documents his lawyers forced me to sign. But I wanted to say congratulations. I hope you and River are happy. I really am sorry about the book and everything. Take care.

I stare at the last message in shock. The nerve of this chick after threatening to expose us with that stupid book. I also need to stop adding people to my Contacts when I’m drunk. Or maybe just ask for their names. No idea who Pencil Dick and Frat Bro are… or the other two girls.

“Morning,” River whispers, drawing my attention back to him.

I bend down and kiss him. “Morning, boyfriend.”

River tackles me to the bed, but when I wince, he gets off me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… I forgot.”

“I’m okay,” I lie, pushing through the pain radiating up my side.

His fingers brush over my ribs, and I hiss.

“They’re not swollen,” he says, relieved. “Just ugly looking. I think you’ll be okay. But promise me you’ll check in with Dr. Reynolds. I won’t be here to make you do things.”

I nod. “Samantha texted me to congratulate us… and apologize.”

River rolls his eyes. “She can save it.”

After we kiss for a few minutes, I roll off him and slide off the bed. “Take a shower with me.”

Already shirtless, he follows me to the bathroom. Waters stands at the sink, toothbrush in his mouth, the water running. His head snaps to us, and then he spits out the toothpaste.

He looks at River. “You leaving soon?”

River bobs his head. “Need to take a shower first.”

His eyes flick from River to me, taking in our half-naked bodies. If he has something to say about us, he keeps it to himself. He hasn’t talked shit since my dad changed his grade. In fact, he’s been less of an asshole. I was shocked as hell when he hugged River last night.

“It’s all yours,” he says, and we step to the side to let him pass.

I lock the door, and River turns on the shower, feeling for the correct water temperature. We strip out of our boxers and step into the tiled shower, which is large enough to fit several people.

The water rains down on his head and drips into his pretty green eyes. He blinks the droplets away, his sole focus on my face. I take a minute to look at my beautiful boyfriend. Commit every feature of his body to memory.

His cock is at half-mast and pressed into my groin. I’m also hard and rutting against him.

“I need to dirty you up before you go,” I say, grabbing him by the neck and pinning him to the wall. My palm lands on his wet ass, and he yelps at the sudden sting. “I want my cum leaking from your ass and sliding down your thighs.”

My hand dips between his legs, teasing the short hairs as I lick his neck.

He glances over his shoulder and flashes a cocky grin. “Fuck me.”

No amount of distance can erase River and his moans from my mind. He’s permanently imprinted on my skin, his essence inked on my soul.

“The lube is in the drawer,” he mumbles when my finger brushes his hole. “Please, Nate. One more time. I need it. Need you.”

I slide the door open and reach into the vanity drawer, water dripping on the floor. When I find the bottle, I roll some gel onto my finger and get behind River.

Pressing down on his back, I bend him forward and spread his thighs with my knee. “Open up for me.” My lips graze his earlobe as I glide the gel up and down before plunging into him. “So tight. Fuck, I love it.”

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