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Chapter Five

RIVER

On our way to Glitter, I tap my fingers on my thigh and stare at the cars passing us. As a kid, I could guess which headlights belonged to a specific make and model. It was a game I played with my dad on road trips.

To steady my nerves, I scan the next set of headlamps coming toward us. “Porsche Cayenne.”

“Are you sure about that?” Nate asks since he knows this game well.

As the car approaches, I say, “One hundred percent.”

“You’re never wrong.” He smirks as the car flies by, confirming I was right.

Nate stops at the red light and looks at me. “What’s up with you? You’ve been quiet all night. Barely talked to our teammates.”

Digging my teeth into my bottom lip, I avoid his gaze, knowing Nate is staring at me. “Thinking about the book. If it wasn’t Samantha, then who wrote it?”

“I don’t know. But our lawyers will find out. Stop worrying.” His hand slides onto my thigh, fingers digging into my jeans. “Try to put that shit out of your mind for tonight.”

“It’s not just the book. I’m also worried about?—”

“Us,” Nate guesses.

“Not us specifically.”

“Are you worried about us having sex? Because we don’t have to take it that far if you’re uncomfortable.”

I shake my head, clasping my hands on my lap. “It’s not that. Well, it is, but… I’m more concerned with how this will change us. Once we do it, we can’t take it back.”

Nate punches the gas pedal, eyes on the road. “No pressure, Riv. We can do whatever you want. I won’t rush you.”

At least my first time will be with Nate. It only seems natural, considering he was there for all my firsts.

Nate parks at Glitter.

My happy place.

At the front door, we show our IDs, pay the cover, and get gold glittery bands slapped onto our wrists. Nate grins as we step inside, his hand on my ass.

The usual barrage of men dressed in bright colors assaults my vision. Other men wearing super tight pants are shirtless, sweaty, or possibly oily. Bodies mold together, men grinding and humping each other, making out as if no one is watching.

Every time I come here, I worry someone will recognize me. A lot of gay men like hockey and have no problem hunting me down on social media. I get at least a dozen dick pics a week and even more tit and vag shots from horny puck bunnies.

People know my face and voice from my TikTok videos. It doesn’t help I’m the spitting image of my dad and often mistaken for him. And with the press release for the book out there…

No, don’t go there .

This night is about having fun with Nate. It’s our chance to get a taste of what our life could be like if we didn’t have so many secrets.

The club has two floors. Men dance and strip from cages suspended from the vaulted ceiling. The main stages are at the front of the club, where hot men dance on poles.

Since I know the layout, I grab Nate’s hand and lead him toward one of the five bars spaced throughout the ground floor. I push through the crowd and order two beers from a shirtless bartender with a nose and lip ring.

Nate moves beside me and grabs my ass. “This is mine.”

I cock my head at him and smile. “Yours.”

Nate brushes his lips on my neck and kisses my skin. “I’m so into you it’s crazy. Like, I can’t think straight when I look at you. My head feels all fuzzy… and my dick gets hard.”

He slides his hand under my chin, turning my head to steal a kiss. But before our lips touch, a man reaches between us and tosses money at the bartender.

“Oh, sorry, boys.”

A hot, muscular guy a few inches shorter than me flashes pearly white teeth. He has spiky black hair with silver tips that give him an edgy look. Shirtless, a pair of leather pants hug his cute butt, showing off an impressive six-pack and lean but muscular arms.

“Holy shit!” I shout, eyes widening on him. “You’re Dean.”

Dean and Baby Face have dozens of videos they cross-promote on their OnlyFans pages. I love it when they tease each other while giving head, slowly easing their way into the hottest sex I have ever watched.

Since Nate started making porn for me, I stopped looking at OnlyFans. He’s all I need now. All I ever wanted.

Dean flashes a sexy grin. “Ah, so you’re a fan. Nice to meet you. What’s your name, handsome?”

“River.”

“Cute name.” He winks, then looks at Nate. “What should I call you, Mr. Tall, Hot, and Serious?”

Nate folds his arms over his thick chest and snickers. “River calls me God.”

“I bet he does.” Dean tips his head back and laughs, eyeing me up like a snack. “Fuck, you’re hot. And confident. Ever think about doing gay porn?”

Nate seems confused by his question, so I say, “Dean works with Baby Face.”

“Oh,” he mouths. “You guys are like a thing?”

“Best friends. We needed cash and got this crazy idea to do OnlyFans.” Dean shrugs. “Never meant for us to make it a permanent thing. But sex fucking sells.”

Nate hooks his arm around me, pressing my hip to his. He’s so damn possessive, and I love it.

Dean plucks a business card from his back pocket. “If you want to do a cameo in one of our videos, text me. Our followers would blow massive loads for you two.”

As Nate stuffs the card into his pocket, Baby Face appears. Eye black is painted below his big, blue eyes, making his skin seem even tanner under the dim lights. His usual tight, black spandex shorts sit low on his hips, a patch of hair dipping beneath the waistband.

“Hey, professor,” I say with a wink as he slides next to Dean, who hands him a drink.

Professor West’s eyes widen on me. “River… Hey.”

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Nate asks, eyes narrowed.

I can already tell he’s getting jealous, so I lean into his embrace, giving him the validation he needs. “You don’t recognize him, do you?”

He takes another look. “The guy from the videos?”

“Yes, but that’s Professor West,” I whisper. “From Law and Ethics class.”

“No shit?”

“Please don’t say anything,” Professor West says. “And you should call me Ollie outside of class.”

Dean slings his arm across Ollie’s neck. “I gave Nate my card. They would be perfect for that video idea we discussed last night.”

Ollie gulps. “They’re my students.”

“So? Look at them.” He eyes up our bodies and licks his lips. “Do you guys play a sport?”

“Hockey,” Nate tells them.

“I knew it.” Dean scrubs a hand across his jaw and groans. “Fuck, they are perfect. Would you guys consider doing something for us in your hockey gear?”

“I already make videos for River,” Nate says proudly, unashamed of his body or his homemade porn. “He likes the ones I film in my jersey and nothing else.”

“Yeah?” Dean bites his lip, eyeing up Nate’s body. “I’d love to see those.”

I glance at Ollie, my eyes saying, Save me , when Nate whips out his phone and Dean moves closer.

“Not the time or place.” Ollie clutches Dean’s shoulder. “We have to get back to work.”

“Aww, boo. You whore. I wanna see this hottie fuck his hand.”

Laughing at Dean, Ollie slaps a hand on my back. “I’ll see you in class.”

I nod, and they walk away, waving as they disappear into the crowd.

“I like Dean,” Nate comments. “When we get home, I wanna watch his videos.”

I raise a curious eyebrow. “Yeah?”

He nods. “He’s hot.”

“Hotter than me?”

“Nah. No one is hotter than you.”

I sip from my drink, propping my hip against the bar. “I can’t believe you were going to show a stranger the porn you made for me.”

“Nothing to be ashamed about.” Nate rolls his broad shoulders. “I look awesome naked.”

“You’re so modest.”

“Better than insecure.” Nate tugs on my arm. “Finish your beer. I want to dance with you.”

I gulp my drink in a few swigs and slam it onto the bar. Nate drags me to the dance floor like a lion leading prey to its lair. His hands drop to my hips, and he draws me into his chest, so I start flipping open the buttons on his shirt.

Nate pushes my Henley up my stomach, exposing my bare skin to the cold air. My nipples instantly harden as he nibbles on my ear and flicks his tongue on the lobe.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you raw,” he tells me. “I’ve never done that before… but I want to feel you.”

We got tested after cutting ties with Samantha and haven’t been with anyone since.

I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I love Nate.

I’m in love with him.

Finally, my patience has paid off.

He’s mine.

“I don’t want to wait.” Nate cups my ass in his big hands, rubbing our dicks together. “Let’s get a room at The Waterford tonight.”

“I thought you had a paper to finish for tomorrow.”

“I just said that to get Parker off my ass.” He tips his head toward the exit. “Wanna leave?”

I hook my arms around his neck and kiss his lips. “We just got here.”

Nate flashes a sexy grin. “Would you rather dance with our clothes on or get your dick sucked?”

“Well, when you put it that way.”

Without another word, Nate leads me through the crowd of sweaty, overstimulated men with his hands on my shoulders. I love his possessiveness. His touch screams he’s mine , and I have never wanted anything more.

Nate gets behind the wheel, zipping across the busy lot. He makes a left onto the street and turns hard, the wheels screeching. Then, he yanks the wheel, taking another turn too hard and acting like we’re on a raceway.

“Why are you driving like an asshole?” I clutch the door handle. “Either pull over or slow the fuck down.”

He eases up on the gas pedal, reducing to the speed limit. “Happy?”

“Let’s just go home.” I sink into the comfy leather seat and stare out the window. “We don’t have any lube or toys.”

His head snaps to me, a sexy smile tipping up the corners of his mouth. “What kind of toys are we talking about?”

“Butt plugs, dildos, and vibrators.”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Kinky.”

I lean over and put my hand on the bulge in his pants. “When we get home, will you make a video for me?”

He grows harder, his monster cock straining against his zipper. My body is painfully aware of his scent burrowing into my nostrils. All too aware of how much he desires me .

“I want you to watch,” Nate says, licking his lips. “And I want you to get off with me.”

Someone pinch me .

Wake me up from this dream .

Anything that feels too good to be true never lasts. When Nate finds out I’m meeting with NHL teams during the Thanksgiving break, he won’t want me anymore. The betrayal will cut him too deep.