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CHAPTER 16

NATE

The second I came, I told Samantha to get dressed and go on her merry way. She’s already cutting into my time with River—our weekly tradition.

No one fucks with River Time.

“Why can’t I watch you guys play?” Samantha tosses blonde locks over her right shoulder. “You’re just filming brand deal videos with River.”

I rise from the bed, naked and sticky with her cum after fucking for the past twelve hours. “It’s our time, babe. I already told you. No chicks allowed.”

She grabs her purse from the chair and tucks it under her arm. “Will you call me later?”

“Nope,” I say because it’s the truth. “We’ll be busy all day and night.”

I don’t let anyone intrude on my time with River. Not even the hottest pussy on campus. Lord knows I will be ready to fuck again later, but I won’t let her ruin Sundays for us.

“I don’t understand either of you. You guys act like you’re dating.”

“Fuck off,” I snap. “Just go home, Sam.”

How dare her?

I’m not fucking gay!

Her cheeks flush with heat. “Nate, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m not dating River. He’s my best friend. You just don’t get us. Maybe you should stop coming by the house if you’re so fucking bothered by my relationship with River.”

Samantha steps in front of me to block my path. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s just sometimes I feel left out. We’ve been hooking up for two months. And you and River never invite me to go anywhere but your bedrooms or a party.”

Fuck, I am not having this conversation right now. We drop clingy girls like hot pokers. And I like fucking her. So…

“This is just sex. Neither of us ever promised you a thing. And we took you to get pizza last week.”

“Oh, how nice of you,” she says with an attitude. “You and River are only worth billions of dollars. It’s not like you can’t afford to take me someplace nice.”

“Stop.” I hold out my hand. “You’re not our girlfriend.”

“I know.” She frowns. “Because you don’t date. Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me a million times.”

“Then, it should have sunken in by now. I have never had a girlfriend. Neither has River. And we don’t want one. Got it?”

She wets her lips, staring at me with those big blue eyes. “I know. I just thought…”

“That’s the problem, Sam. You overthink.” I rub my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like how I treat your pussy, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she moans.

“Then that’s all that matters.”

I walk away with Samantha on my tail. We just fucked with the door open, giving everyone in the house a show. Waters’ door is open across the hall from mine. Parker and Hayes also have theirs cracked.

Dirty motherfuckers.

“Go ice down your pussy,” I say as we step into the hallway. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Samantha peeks up at me, wide-eyed and hopeful. “Can we eat breakfast together?”

“Sure, whatever.” I slap her ass and push her toward the stairs. “Good work, babe. A for effort. Now, it’s time for you to go.”

“You’re such a dick,” she groans.

“Yeah, and if you want more of my dick, you’ll stop talking and start walking.”

Samantha puts her palms on my chest, standing on her tippy toes to kiss me.

“You’re being clingy.” I turn my head and wipe her lipstick from my cheek. “Gross.”

“Would it kill you to be affectionate with me? Just once.”

What Samantha doesn’t understand is that sex is onl y sex to me. It’s a means to an end. A simple act to release my demons. If I weren’t driving my cock into her pussy, it would be another girl beneath me. She’s only lasted this long because River insisted we fuck one girl at a time.

Herpes is for life, am I right?

So, yeah, she’s here to stay until we get sick of her. Or she realizes this is never going anywhere. Samantha is not marriage material or even girlfriend material.

Anyway, it’s not like I date.

Ever.

Neither does River.

“Clingers get cut,” I tell Samantha. “I suggest you stop talking before we replace you with someone else.”

She scoffs. “Oh, fuck you, Nate. Seriously, just go fuck yourself.”

“I will,” I say with a smile. “And I won’t think about you when I do it.”

At that, she storms down the stairs.

I know I’m a dickhead.

What can I say?

I don’t form attachments to anyone. Not unless you count River. For whatever screwed-up reason, he’s the only person I have been able to create any connection with. My childhood shrink said it was because of all of the trauma I endured at an early age.

“Next time, shut your fucking door,” Waters yells into the hallway. “I’m trying to work over here.”

I poke my head inside his bedroom to see the wall of a man tapping away on his laptop, sitting cross-legged on his bed. “I know you sleazy motherfuckers get off to me bringing home puck bunnies. Don’t deny it, Big Boy.”

His eyes flare along with his nostrils. “If you weren’t on the starting line and the key to us winning another Frozen Four, I would end you, Brooks. Get the fuck out of my room!”

“Aww, I know you like me, Big Boy. It’s okay. I won’t tell your girl that you have a crush on me.”

I slam the door before he can say another word. Then, I push my way into the bathroom. Steam billows around my head, the mirror fogged from the hot water. River has always taken skin-melting showers.

I lock the door and step into the glass-encased double shower. River stands with his back to me, his palm on the tiled wall, water drizzling onto his dark hair.

River hears me and spins around, hands raised, ready to strike. “Oh.” He sighs, the tension releasing from his shoulders. “I thought Waters was in here again.”

The shower is large enough to fit both of us. We have double heads and a rainfall at the center of the massive space. Kingston University is for the wealthy—the elite. And so are the accommodations, even in the on-campus housing. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” River whispers, eyes downcast. “The guys think there’s something up with us. Waters just came in here making accusations.”

I slide my hand beneath his chin to pull his gaze back to me. “Like what? I’ll slit his fucking throat if he does anything to hurt you.”

“Nate,” he sighs.

That’s all he says.

And stares at me.

“Yeah?”

Finish your sentence .

I wait for him to respond, but he turns his back to me and puts his head under the water.

Moving behind him, I place my hands on his shoulders. “What did he say to you?”

River shivers when my lips get closer to his ear. “He asked if we have some homo shit going on. And it’s not the first time he or anyone in the house has asked us. If it gets back to the media…”

Ah, I see where this is going.

River turns to face me, leaning his back against the wall. “Or my dad. A rumor like this could ruin my career before it even starts.”

“We’re not gay. What they think is irrelevant.” I get close enough for our foreheads to almost touch. “It’s just sex. They can all fuck off.”

“It doesn’t look good.” He shrugs. “That’s all I’m saying. And now, you’re in here… showering with me.”

“We do it all the time in the locker room. How is this any different?”

“Boundaries, Nate. You never had any. And it’s cool because I don’t mind. I never did. I want you around. But no one else understands us.”

I nod. “Yeah, but it doesn’t change jack fucking shit. We do everything together. And if other people don’t like it, they can choke on my fat dick.”

River laughs. “You have such a way with words.”

I grab the body wash off the ledge and smirk. “Maybe I should be a poet instead of a law major.”

River opens the door to the shower and looks back at me. “Hurry up, okay? I want to get going before the women’s hockey team takes the ice. My dad will kill me if I don’t finish with these brand deals.”

“I don’t get why you do it,” I say, lathering my arms with body wash. “You don’t need the money.”

His eyes rake over my chest for a second, watching the soap slide over my six-pack. I never miss how he looks at me. Like he’s a starving, wild dog, and I’m a juicy steak.

River swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he checks out my cock for a split second before returning his gaze to my face.

“It’s not about the money. My fans expect certain things from me. So does my dad. And so will any team that signs me after graduation.” He shuts the glass door. “Be ready in five.”

I see him wrap a towel around his narrow waist through the fogged glass. Like the rest of his body, his back is ripped with muscle. He stands in front of the mirror and brushes his teeth. River spits, then gargles and leaves the bathroom without another word.

The second he’s gone, I wonder how anyone could think we’re gay. We get more pussy than any guys on campus.

As I stand here, soapy dick in my hand, I wonder if they’re right about us.

Nope, I’m not gay.

So, it’s settled.

I think.