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CHAPTER 10

RIVER

For weeks, my relationship with Nate has been off. He’s been emotionally distant since he caught me watching gay porn. But he kept his promise. Nate makes me the hottest fucking porn I have ever seen. Well, it’s hot because Nate is on the other side of the camera.

True to his word, he wore his hockey gear in some videos and his jersey in others. He’s been sending me one a day for a while now. And every night, I jerk off to him while he beats his dick on the other side of the wall.

God, we’re so fucked up .

Since he’s rewarded me with not only his silence but his sexy body, I don’t say no when he asks me to fuck Samantha. I could give a damn about her. The sex is no longer about the girls.

I’m here for him, and he knows it.

After almost two months of burying our cocks in Samantha, we’re already in too deep. She thinks this is a relationship. Nate texts her every day. He only talks about sex, but still… she thinks we’re a throuple.

I can see the look in her eyes when Nate pulls Samantha on top of him. She’s obsessed with him, her face lighting up as he sinks into her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

The sad thing is Samantha won’t be the last. There will always be another girl for us to share. And because I love him, I never say no. So, here we are once again, about to be balls-deep in this chick, all so I can feel his big dick caress mine.

He likes us this way.

Two dicks.

One hole.

Lots of lube.

It’s a damn slip-and-slide when we’re with her. My skin itches like roaches are crawling down my arms, chest, and thighs. Anymore, fucking her turns my stomach, and it’s not because she’s ugly.

Samantha has a cute button nose, freckles on her cheeks, and pouty lips. She has nice tits, too.

I’d rather claim her ass, but I love how it feels when Nate’s cock rubs mine. So, I put my hand on her shoulder and mash her big tits on his chest. I want to smother her for getting in the way. She’s such a dirty whore for letting us fuck her like this.

But what does that make me?

I allow them to use my body so I can live out my fantasy, hoping one day that Nate will realize he wants me.

I sit back on my heels, contemplate bolting out the door, and then Nate’s golden-brown eyes meet mine. The world stops. My muscles ache, but the one thumping in my chest hurts more.

His perfect lips part for me.

Lips I dream about kissing.

They look soft and smooth, yet he’s rough and unyielding. When Nate kisses Samantha, he devours her. I bet she forgets her name and how to breathe.

The kiss ends with him biting her lip. I would slit her throat if it meant feeling his blond stubble on my jaw, my cheeks, those short hairs trailing down my chest, and between my thighs.

Just once.

I’m not greedy.

His long lashes flutter as he rocks his hips, driving into the puck bunny. For a moment, he stares at me. Blinks. Nate opens his mouth like he wants to say something.

There are so many things left unsaid, and it’s ruining our friendship. At some point, this has to end. And what then? What will become of us?

“Ride my cock.” He slaps her ass. “Get nice and wet for River to slide right in.”

Nate winks, and I want to kiss the adorable look from his handsome face. His fingertips dig into Samantha’s ass as he bounces her up and down his cock.

I focus on Nate’s primal grunts. All the sexy sounds he makes for her. I wish they were for me. What I wouldn’t give to be the one getting pounded into by Nate Brooks.

“Riv,” Nate chokes out, sweat matting his forehead. “She’s so wet.” His tongue rolls over his lip as he looks up at me. “Fuck, she feels good.”

Nate rubs her clit with his thumb and sits up to kiss her. I hate she can kiss him. A stranger gets more from him than I ever will.

As I rub lube over my condom-wrapped dick, Samantha backs her ass into me.

“Greedy little whore,” I say as I press my tip to her entrance.

“Yeah, she is.” Nate flashes one of his sexy smiles that makes my cock jump in anticipation. “Hurry up. I need to come.”

If only I were the reason he comes.

The logistics are not great. I mean, this is super fucking awkward and uncomfortable. I feel like I’m about to tip over as I inch into Samantha beside Nate’s fat cock.

Fitting two big dicks into a small hole isn’t ideal. It’s also not a turn-on for me. Now, if I could throw Samantha aside and jam my cock into Nate’s ass, I could die happy.

I can barely move with Nate thrusting his hips upward while I hit her at a different angle. Samantha whimpers, her head dropping to Nate’s chest.

He curls an arm around her. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She has trouble getting out the word, keeping her head down.

Why she agreed to do this is beyond me. She must get off on the pain. Or maybe it’s because she gets to fuck the son of a hockey player.

I have had money and fame all my life, but no one knows the real me. No one ever will. I can’t be gay… and a hockey player.

My dad would never allow it.

So, I fuck my best friend and his little whore, reveling in the feeling of his cock moving in tandem with mine. I watch his face, the slight part of his lips, the strength of his jaw, and listen to his moans.

He’s my sole focus.

The more we fuck her together, the more I want him. My heart can’t handle the longing, the need—the desire to be with my straight best friend.

“I’m coming,” Nate growls, and I feel the pulse of his cock, which sends me running to the finish line.

“So am I.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Harder, River.”

I want to choke her.

Throw her body in the bay.

Get her away from Nate.

Can I fuck her to death?

My eyes flick to Nate and how hot he looks as he comes. The sheer force of his orgasm mixed with mine knocks me off balance. As cum rockets out of my body, I imagine filling up Nate instead of the condom.

Gasping for air, I crash on top of Samantha, my attention still on Nate. But he’s looking at the puck bunny, too busy to care about me. Annoyed, I pull out and slide off the bed, needing to escape them. I rip off the condom, sickened by her cum and the lube on my skin, and toss it into the trash can.

I need to leave.

The knot in my stomach tightens. Disappointed and disgusted with myself, I itch to get out of here.

I want to cut my heart from my chest, hand it to Nate, and say, It’s yours. Take it! Instead, I choke down the bile, try not to vomit, and search for my clothes.

This part could have been avoided if I had told him no. One word would make all the difference. Yet, whenever Nate asks me to fuck her, I say yes. Denying him means giving up the only thing I look forward to anymore. For these brief moments, he’s mine. The stolen glances, the tiny smiles on his lips as he comes.

I pretend all of it is for me.

Years of torturing myself have led us to this point in our friendship. If I let myself fuck a man who wants me, everything could go back to normal. But I won’t. Not if I can have Nate for a few minutes. I’m a masochist and take whatever scraps he throws at me.

Nate leans over the side of his bed. “Riv, where are you going? We’re not done with her.”

I slip into black boxer briefs and push the Yankees hat onto my head, covering my sweaty hair. “I am.”

“What the fuck?”

Nate almost sounds sad, but I know he needs me to stay because it makes him feel safe after all the trauma he endured. But he already came and doesn’t need me anymore.

“Where are you going?”

No idea.

I yank a pair of gray joggers up my thighs and toss a shirt and hoodie over my shoulder, carrying my sneakers.

“Don’t go,” Samantha says, batting her eyelashes at me. “Stay and play with us.”

I leave Nate’s bedroom without answering them, slamming the door behind me.