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Chapter One
RIVER
As we drive through Beacon Bay, my heart races faster than a pack of wolves. Nate senses my anxiety, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering mine. He only moves his hand to shift gears, and when he does, I mourn the loss of his heat.
His touch grounds me.
He makes me feel safe.
I need him to make this disappear, to keep the world from discovering my dark secret. Well, now it’s our secret. But it’s ours to tell, not The Kingston Spy or the author of Dirty Pucking Secrets .
“We need to make a list of all the girls we remember fucking in the past year,” Nate says over the thumping of my heart.
My head snaps to him. “Remember? Yeah, good luck with that. We were high or drunk half the summer.”
“We have the NDAs at the house. I say we go through them and track down the girls.”
“That’s a good start, I guess. But it could backfire on us.”
I pull out my cell phone and reread the article from The Beacon Press . The headline reads The Secret Life of Ryan Rousseau’s Son.
A former girlfriend of River Rousseau, the son of NHL legend Ryan Rousseau, spills the tea in a spicy new book. River is slated to sign with an NHL team and follow in his father’s footsteps, but the salacious biography could derail his plans.
The publisher has yet to release all the details. However, they are teasing that River shares women with his best friend and teammate, Nathaniel Brooks, the son of Texas oil billionaire Spencer Brooks.
In this juicy tell-all hotter than a sexy romance novel, the author, who uses the pen name R. Daly to conceal her identity, pens a graphic love story guaranteed to break the ice and steam up your Kindle. Dirty Pucking Secrets is available for pre-order and will hit shelves in May.
My secret life.
They have no idea.
Thankfully, no one knows about my feelings for Nate.
The article has already had over 200,000 views and five hundred comments. I avoid reading the comments and click out of the web browser.
Nate’s phone rings through the speakers. I glance at the dashboard screen, not surprised to see Dad Calling .
With a sigh, Nate clicks the steering wheel button and answers the call. “Hey, Dad.”
“Don’t hey me,” Spencer snaps. “What the fuck is this shit? My good name is being slandered all over the internet because of you and River.”
“The girls signed NDAs. Call the lawyers. Have them threaten the publisher for the identity of the author… and get the book taken down.”
“As usual, Nathaniel, I’m already ten steps ahead of you,” he says in a cold tone, devoid of emotion.
“Thanks,” Nate bites out. “So, we’re good then?”
Spencer growls into the phone like a wild animal. Even I’m scared for Nate.
“River shares women with his best friend and teammate, Nathaniel Brooks, the son of Texas oil billionaire Spencer Brooks,” Spencer yells, reading directly from the article. “My name is synonymous with wealth and success, and you have shit on it. I have been fielding phone calls all day about this nonsense. If y’all don’t get your acts together, I will come to that campus and whoop your ass, boy.”
Nate snickers, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel tighter. “Okay, Dad.”
He’s smart enough not to engage.
“I’ve already spoken to Ryan. He’s equally disgusted with River’s behavior. Our lawyers are working together to rid this filth from the world. But you two had better keep your noses clean and stay out of trouble… or so help me, boy, I will end you.”
A shiver rolls down my arms at his threat. Spencer’s nasty tone, combined with his thick Texan drawl, induces fear and anxiety.
Spencer hangs up without saying goodbye.
“Well, that was interesting,” Nate says with a wink. “Told you my dad would handle this. He won’t let that puck bunny destroy our reputations.”
I’m shocked my dad hasn’t called to scream at me yet. But he’s in the middle of practicing with his team and won’t disrupt the comradery for anything, not even me.
Nate shifts gears, eyes on the road. “I’m starving. Where do you want to eat?”
Only Nate could brush off a scandal of this magnitude like a speck of dust on his shirt. He’s so unaffected by public humiliation. I think Nate secretly enjoys being in the spotlight.
“I think we should go home,” I say, running my fingers up his arm, feeling the goosebumps my touch leaves behind. “I’m not in the mood to deal with people.”
Sinking into the leather seat, I stare out the window. The sky is a pale blue that looks so pretty against the backdrop of the dark water moving slowly in the bay.
“I’ll stop at Gio’s,” Nate says. “The guys probably haven’t eaten yet. I’m sure they’ll have questions for us about the book.”
He shifts gears, now focused on the road. We don’t speak as he cuts through the shitty southside of Beacon Bay, driving past dilapidated warehouses and crumbling storefronts.
Beacon Bay is a strange town.
To reach Kingston University, located on the wealthier north side, we must drive through sketchy territory. The university does its best to keep out the locals. Guards stand watch twenty-four hours a day, and even the police do daily drive-bys. Parents like mine would never allow me to attend if it wasn’t safe.
People claim a few families on the south side are involved with the Mafia. I don’t know if the rumors are true. Gossip spreads faster than a virus on campus.
Nate changes the radio station, and when he finds a rock song, he taps his fingers on the dashboard. “Love this song. Gets me so amped up. Makes me want to bend you over the hood and fuck you raw.”
I smile, my cock jerking at the thought of him pounding into me without barriers. “I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me for so long. I hope it lives up to the fantasy in my head.”
“Hey,” he says, clicking his tongue. “I’m better than any fantasy your brain can conjure.”
“Oh, yeah?” I lean over the center console and get in his face. “Prove it.”
“Don’t make me pull over this car,” he growls in that deep, sexy voice. “You don’t want that.”
I flatten my tongue on his cheek and lick his face. “Maybe I do.”
“That’s it.” Nate swerves into a factory parking lot, smoke billowing from the stacks, and slams on the brakes. “You poked the dragon, and now he’s horny and going to claim your ass.”
I love it when Nate gets all primal on me. He unclips his seatbelt and slams my back to the seat, crowding me with his big, muscular body.
“We don’t have any lube,” I say as his lips ghost mine. “I’m not taking that big dick without it.”
He presses his forehead to mine and sighs. “Fuck. I’m not used to needing lube. We’ll have to buy that shit in bulk and stash it everywhere .”
“They sell lube in packets. We can keep some in our wallets and cars for when the mood strikes.”
Nate laughs. “God, you sound like an old lady. When the mood strikes? ” He pinches my cheek. “You’re fucking cute.”
“What will our teammates say if we come home with gallons of lube when we’re not bringing girls to the house?”
“Fuck ‘em,” he says with his usual no fucks given attitude. “Who cares what anyone thinks about us? We’re adults. We can do whatever we want. And I really, really want to fuck you .”
After years of dreaming about Nate, my wish has finally come true. I pinch the skin on my forearm to check this is real.
“I’m glad you’re coming to terms with who you are.”
Half of Nate’s body covers mine, the other half draped over the console. He’s too big to share my seat in this tiny sports car.
Eyes on me, he bites my lip. “I’ve been a good boy since we started therapy. Even I’m shocked at how well I’ve been doing without sex. But you can bet your ass my addiction will come rearing its ugly head the second I’m inside you.”
“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.”