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CHAPTER 15

RIVER

After leaving Glitter, I drove straight to the store and bought vodka. I parked at the marina, cracked open the window to smell the salty air, and drank until my brain shut off.

All night, Nate texted.

And all night, I ignored him.

Sometime between last night and this morning, I passed out on the steering wheel. One minute, I was dreaming about Nate taking my anal virginity, and then I was pulled back to the present, horn blaring and scaring the shit out of me.

I turn on my cell phone and force myself to read Nate’s texts. The last one he sent gutted me, so I stayed out all night.

Nate 12:47 a.m.

Bro, your pussy is waiting for you.

There’s a picture of Nate and Samantha in his bed, naked. His hand cups one of her huge tits, and with her legs spread, I see two of his fingers inside her. She does nothing for me. Either I no longer find Samantha attractive, or I’m super gay.

I used to consider myself bisexual. But as I get deeper into my obsession with Nate, I think I prefer guys more than girls.

Nate 12:50 a.m.

In case it wasn’t obvious, she wants you. Again.

Nate 12:51 a.m.

Come home. Samantha misses your dick.

Nate 1:01 a.m.

Dude, why are you fucking ignoring me?

Nate 1:04 a.m.

What the fuck? Are you allergic to pussy?

Nate 1:05 a.m.

Why did you run away? That was a dick move.

Nate 1:07 a.m.

This is fucked up, Riv. You’re being an asshole.

Nate 1:08 a.m.

Samantha keeps asking for you. She’s so fucking wet. Come fuck her.

Nate 1:08 a.m.

She’s thirsty for your dick, bro. Get your ass back here.

Nate 1:15 a.m.

Fine, fuck you. Don’t even bother coming home.

I’m mad at him. But I’m mostly angry at myself for letting things get out of hand. What started as sex has become so much more, and my heart can’t take it.

With a pounding headache, I drive back to Kingston University. Students stumble out of houses, half awake and disheveled. Some girls stagger down the steps of a frat house, the grass littered with red plastic cups.

My house doesn’t look any better. Living across the street from fraternities has its perks. But not so much when their trash makes its way onto our property.

I swerve when a girl walks in front of my car, nearly falling on top of it. She waves with a tiny smile, then staggers onto the pavement.

Dodging a few more students, I park in front of the house I share with nine hockey players. When I step inside, the house is a mess. Clothing is scattered on the couches and tables. There are at least a dozen bottles of alcohol, a deck of cards spread across the sofa, a woman’s red bra on the floor, and two pairs of panties.

Looks like my teammates had fun.

The house is unusually silent, even for eleven o’clock on a Sunday. Everyone must be sleeping off their hangovers. I slowly creep up the stairs toward my bedroom.

As I walk past Nate’s room, I’m extra quiet. The door is cracked open, and the floorboard creaks beneath my shoe.

“Riv?” Nate calls out. “Is that you?”

Fuck .

I stop at the sound of Nate’s deep voice and pause at the entryway, head down like a kid waiting to get scolded by his parents. “Yeah, it’s me.”

“What the fuck? Get in here.”

Sensing the anger in his tone, I push open the door, revealing him in bed with Samantha. Both are still naked, the same way I left them, their hot bodies on display.

Nate shoves a hand through his blond hair, his big dick hanging between his spread thighs. He has no shame about his body. My best friend thinks he’s God’s gift to women, and rightfully so.

“I’ve been texting you all night. We waited for you.” He tips his head at the puck bunny, smiling as if he didn’t tell me not to come home. “Get in. She’s warmed up and ready.”

More like stretched out and used.

Like an old condom.

No, thanks .

Nate has killer stamina. All hockey players do. We know how to reserve our energy for those quick bursts on the ice. He probably went all night with her. I’ve watched him line up girls and fuck them one after the other.

“Nah, I’m good,” I tell him. “I need to shower.”

Samantha sits back on the mattress, legs spread, and raises her hand to beckon me. “Come play with us, River.”

Nate’s rock hard and stroking his long length. His cock is perfect, smooth, and wet with pre-cum. I consider staying to watch him fuck because I love how his body moves when he’s racing to the finish line. But I’m not in the mood to fuck her . Now, if he were bent over and offering his ass to me, that would be a different story.

“Have fun without me.”

As I turn to leave, Nate says, “Don’t be such a pussy.”

I walk toward the door. “I have shit to do.”

I’m such a liar.

Well, technically, I have to film new videos for brand deals. My dad already texted about getting those posted this week. With school and practice, today is the only day I have time to work on them.

“Yeah, like what?” Nate asks.

“My dad is on my ass about filming more videos for the sponsors.”

A few years after my dad retired from the Rangers, he took the head coaching job with the team. Whenever he’s home, he travels to Connecticut to watch me play. We bond over hockey. But when it comes to other life shit, we have nothing in common.

I’m an only child and have lived in his shadow for years. He groomed me to be just like him in every way. That’s why I fear disappointing him. Dad sees so much of himself in me that my being anything but straight would shatter his world.

I can’t do that to him.

It’s better this way.

“I’ll help you,” Nate offers.

I bob my head, knowing I could use his help with setting up the tripod on the ice. “I have to shower first. I’m leaving for the rink in thirty.”

Nate slaps Samantha’s ass. “Off you go.”

She flicks her blonde locks over her shoulder and gasps. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, you wanna fuck?” Nate waggles his eyebrows at her. “If you’re a good girl and shut your mouth, maybe I’ll make you come one more time while River showers. But then you gotta go.”

She wets her lips. “Can’t I watch you guys practice?”

“Nope.” Nate slides off the bed and grabs a condom. “Sundays are reserved for River and me. No chicks allowed.”

It’s always been this way. Some people—like my father—go to church on Sundays. But Nate and me? We have our traditions. Hockey, junk food, and movies. And now that I think about it, we have a weekly date.

Fuck .

No wonder why I’m so in love with him. Nate has basically been courting me for the past decade.

Samantha shakes her head. “I don’t get you guys.”

Nate puts one knee on the bed, his sexy ass facing me, and tears open a condom with his teeth. He flips Samantha onto her stomach and drags her to him.

He runs his hand over her thick ass. “Is this what you want, my little slut?”

I wish he would do the same thing to me.

“Uh-huh,” she whimpers, then glances at me. “Get in bed with us, River.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Ripping off my hoodie, I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower. With Nate’s door open, I can hear them loud and clear. So can our teammates.

“Pussy or ass,” he says to Samantha.

I’m surprised he’s giving her the option. In the bedroom, Nate makes the rules. If he wants her ass, she bends over and lets him take her. Like Nate, Samantha has almost no limits.

“I want your dick in my pussy… and your fingers in my ass.”

“Dirty girl,” he praises, and then they’re both moaning, penetrating the silence in the house.

Our teammates know Nate is a freak. But they don’t realize my best friend is a sex addict. He would fuck until the skin peeled off his dick. And even then, he wouldn’t stop.

I step inside the double shower once the water is nice and hot.

Thump, thump, thump .

I hear Nate’s headboard crash into the wall and focus on his grunts. Licking my lips, I stroke my cock, imagining my hand is Nate’s.

My orgasm quickly builds as my best friend grunts in the room beside me. Almost as if we planned it, I’m coming at the same time as Nate. I can tell because I have programmed those sexy sounds of pleasure into my memory.

Bracing myself against the wall, I jerk my shaft hard as cum spills into my hand. A groan of relief and ecstasy slips past my lips.

“You and Brooks are so fucked up,” a male voice booms.

I thought I locked the door.

Shit .

No privacy in this damn house.

I poke my head out the glass door. “Get out, Waters. I’m trying to shower.”

The dark-haired beast of a man stands in front of the toilet and whips out his dick. “Sure sounded like it.” As he takes a piss, he says, “What’s with you and Brooks? You guys got some homo thing going on that I need to know about?”

Annoyed, I fired back, “No. And even if we did, it would be none of your fucking business.”