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CHAPTER 11

NATE

River is not fucking leaving me. Not again. He does this shit all the time, and I’m sick of it. We’ll be balls deep in Samantha, and then he races out the door the second he comes.

Not tonight.

Fuck him.

He walks out of my bedroom, a shirt and hoodie slung over his shoulder, holding his sneakers by the laces. A strange look furrows his brows.

Anger?

Sadness?

Regret?

I can’t tell because he slams my door.

Haven’t I done enough for him? Fuck, I kept his damn secret. I even make him those hockey videos of me jerking off in my gear. How many gay men can say their straight friend makes them porn?

I mean, come on.

Furious, I slide off the mattress, ignoring Samantha’s pleas to return to bed and step into the hallway. River’s halfway down the stairs, so I barrel down the stairs after him.

In the living room, the lights are off.

Three of our teammates are hooking up with girls on the sectional couch. A porno plays on the TV. On the screen, an ugly dude is banging a hot blonde chick with big tits. Pretty vanilla. Not the freaky sex River and I prefer.

“Riv, wait up.”

“No,” he says, stepping into a pair of sneakers. “Just go back to Samantha. I don’t feel like talking.”

“Stop running away like a little bitch.”

River laughs, but it sounds more like a gunt. “Yeah, okay, Nate. Whatever.”

“Would you two stop fighting like an old married couple?” Carter Hayes says, peeling his lips from a mediocre-looking blonde, leaning over the couch to glare at us. “We’re kinda busy over here, dickheads.”

I wave my hand. “Fuck off.”

I don’t care what anyone thinks. Everyone in this house has seen me naked hundreds of times. Clothes are optional, in my opinion. Or at least they should be, especially when you have a body like mine.

The brunette kissing Parker Hale bites her lip, eyeing up my cock.

“Take a good look, sweetheart.” I hold my arms out at my sides. “I got the best dick in this house.”

My calves are toned.

My thighs are solid muscle.

I have a sexy bubble butt.

Corded with muscles, my six-pack has a six-pack, and my biceps are too big for even River to wrap his hands around them.

I’m hot.

I know it.

So do the girls gawking at me.

So do my loser teammates.

I could fuck their girls—and they know it.

Parker groans. “You’re such an asshole, Brooks. Put some clothes on, would you? This isn’t a nudist colony.”

“No, but it is my house. And I don’t feel like wearing fucking clothes.”

“Yeah,” Carter agrees. “So not fucking cool, dude. We’re not in the locker room.”

“You’re just jealous.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls slip out of their rooms later and knock on my door. It wouldn’t be the first time a puck bunny did that to one of my teammates.

“They’re right,” River groans. “Would you put your dick away? Fuck, Nate.”

“Nah, I’m good,” I say, approaching the door where River stands, my cock swinging in the breeze.

Yep, it’s that big.

I glance at the blonde chick, her mouth hanging open like she’s ready to intercept my dick. “If you don’t want to fake your orgasm tonight, sweetheart, my room is upstairs. Third door on the left. Right next to the bathroom.”

She presses her lips together, eyes wide.

Carter pulls her onto his lap, scowling. “Get your own girl, Brooks.”

“Oh, I got one. She’s upstairs, naked and wet, bent over on all fours on my bed. And she does anything I want. And I mean anythin g.”

“Asshole,” he grunts.

Most of my teammates hate me, or at the very least, tolerate me for River’s sake. Everyone loves him. I don’t care if they want to carve out my eyeballs and spoon-feed them to me. It’s fun playing the villain of the house.

River cracks open the door, his body angled away from me. “Get dressed, Nate. Your dick is like a fucking weapon.”

“Really, Riv? That’s what you’re worried about? I might hurt someone with my dick.”

One of the girls giggles.

Another gasps.

Since everyone’s so worried about my cock, I curl my fingers around my shaft. But it’s not for the lurkers on the couch. No, I do it to see how River responds.

Sex is a weapon for me.

It’s power.

I use it against River to keep him close to me. It’s why I send him those filthy videos every day. And it’s why I won’t stop unless he asks me. Let’s face it, he won’t do that. After I send a new video, I lean against the wall separating our rooms and listen to him jack off to me.

I fucking love it.

As I had anticipated, River’s eyes lower to my cock, and he licks his lips. My best friend stares at me—a lot.

I need his attention.

It’s so addicting.

Whenever we’re inside Samantha, and he zones out, I say his name. Bring his focus back to me. And just like that, he’s pounding her pussy like a champ. Lately, he’s been off and doesn’t seem interested in our sex games anymore.

“What are you doing, Nate?” River chokes out, his voice hoarse.

I bet he’s hard for me.

I can’t tell with the hoodie in the way.

“Getting ready for Samantha,” I say, dick in my hand, enjoying his eyes widening at the sight of me. “Are you coming back to bed or what? I’m in the mood to go all night.”

He wants to.

I can see it in his eyes.

It’s a sickness we share.

Why do I do this to him?

The short answer? Because I can.

Thinking back to our younger years, we were both pretty fucked up and looking for someone to love us.

River became my family.

Mine .

“Are you two gonna fuck or what?” Carter asks, still pissed about me offering to fuck his girl. “Jesus, Brooks. You and River got some weird ass shit going on.”

At that, River tenses up.

His shoulders stiffen.

I see him shrink before me, disgusted by the insinuation. He's not scared when it’s just the two of us. If anyone were to discover River likes men, he would be the most talked about person in this country. It could ruin his hockey career and sponsorships.

“Don’t you have a woman to disappoint with your baby dick?” I spit back at Carter, ready to break his neck for upsetting River.

“God, you’re such a dick,” Carter growls.

“Yeah. My dick is awesome. Thanks for noticing.”

His puck bunny giggles.

“If you wake up tomorrow and can’t find your girl, she’s in my bed.”

River uses this opportunity to slip out the door, but I slink through it and stand on the porch, baring my naked body to everyone on Greek Row.

“Nate, you could get arrested for public nudity,” River mutters, shaking his head.

“Doubtful. Those chicks across the street are staring so hard their eyeballs are about to hit the pavement any second.”

He moves in front of me to block my body. “Please let me go, Nate. I need a second to breathe on my own.”

Let him go?

Never . You’re mine .

Seeing the anguish on his face makes my stomach hurt. So, I nod, knowing this is what he needs, even though I don’t accept his rejection. Anger burns my skin and crawls through my insides like poison as he moves down the porch steps and slips into his car.

Then he’s gone, and I’m…

I can’t place the feeling.

But I don’t like it.

Come back, River .