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CHAPTER 32

RIVER

I wake up to soft lips pressing against my neck. I’m half asleep, still dreaming about Nate’s hands on my body. Eyes closed, I let him move us in the perfect rhythm.

Yet, this is not a dream.

Nate’s fingers trail down my chest, feeling the ridges of my abdomen before his long fingers wrap around my shaft. I whimper at the sudden contact. His muscular body molds against my back, and I love how our joined bodies fit.

He knows what I like, his strokes matching the movement of my hips. I rock into his fist, so he has to squeeze me tighter, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“Come for me,” he says, and a ripple of pleasure spreads down my spine, curling my toes.

I push back on his hard cock, and he slides between my thighs. Instead of teasing me, he juts back and forth, using my legs for more friction.

Nate groans in my ear right before he sucks the lobe into his mouth. I’m so close, on the verge of coming, my cock harder than steel in his hand.

I bite my lip and focus on him licking the length of my neck, cock moving back and forth between my legs. A nibble on my ear sends me straight over the edge.

“You feel so fucking good, Riv.”

Cum shoots out of my cock like a rocket, spraying his hand and the sheet. A second later, I feel his cock jerk, my thighs holding him in a vise. His warmth splashes on my legs, the bed, and even my hand.

Panting hard, I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes snap open, and Nate stares back at me when I look up. I blink a few times to make sure I’m not hallucinating. But when I open my eyes again, he’s still there. Still blond and gorgeous. The same face I have looked at almost every day for a decade.

This is real.

So very, very real.

His cock is jammed between my legs and leaking on me. My boxer briefs are shoved down to my ankles.

Nate frees his limp cock from my body and kneels on the bed, making no move to get dressed or cover his big dick. He presses down on my shoulder when I try to get up, pinning my back to the mattress.

His tongue slides past my lips.

“Open up for me. Let me kiss you.”

I turn my head. “Nate, we’re not alone.”

He holds me down with all his weight. I’m a big guy, two hundred pounds of muscle, but he has a few extra pounds on me.

“I need to get you out of my system. This is just a phase. A crush. Let’s see where this goes, and then we can return to being us.”

His words slice into my chest like a machete. Even when he tries to make me happy, he manages to fuck this up. Nate doesn’t know how to be intimate with anyone, so I try not to blame him for being so stupid about relationships.

But his words hurt.

“It’s not that simple for me. How I feel about you is not something I can get out of my system.”

Nate moves on top of me, shoving his already hard cock so close to my ass I can’t see straight. “Help me with this problem. Look at what you’re doing to me. I need to know if it’s my addiction or if I have feelings for you.”

Without warning, his tongue breaches my lips, slipping inside my mouth. I try to sit up and push him off me, but he’s too strong and determined to overpower me. Or maybe I’m not trying hard enough.

Someone knocks on the door. Nate freezes on top of me, eyes wide. His lips are slick with my saliva and bruised from my kisses.

“It’s a little early to be watching porn, Rousseau,” Waters yells. “Practice in thirty. Get your ass in gear.”

Thankfully, I locked the door last night. Jimmy Waters is the last person I want to know about my business. He already suspects I’m gay. I'm not sure how I gave off that vibe, but I must not hide my sexuality well.

“Fuck off,” I toss back at my asshole teammate.

“Is Brooks in there with you?” Waters asks. “He’s not in his room.”

“Yeah,” Nate calls out. “Just showing River a new video. I’ll send it to you later.”

Waters laughs. “I didn’t hear any women on that video.” His fist taps the wooden door. “Enough with the homo shit. Time for practice.”

I hear the top step creak, and Waters descends the stairs.

Nate rolls off me and sighs. “Fuck, that was close.”

I sit up and sling my legs off the bed, my back to him. “We can’t do this again.”

He kneels behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “I’m not done with you.”

“We will get caught,” I remind him. “Eight other people live here… and the walls are very fucking thin.”

His nose nudges my cheek, and I breathe in his masculine scent. “Please, Riv. I need your help. This is probably just a crush. But I won’t know unless?—”

“Unless we fuck?”

“Just think about it.” He bites my earlobe. “Do you want to ruin our friendship over this?”

“You’re the one fucking up our friendship,” I hiss. “Everything was going fine until you confessed your feelings for me. We’re talking about this with Dr. Swanson.”

“I just want to see what it’s like.” His hand grasps the base of my cock, slowly moving up and down. “I need to know if all these weird feelings I’m getting are specific to you… or if there’s more to it.” He breathes in my ear, grunting as he fists me. “Look at how hard I make you. Please do this for me, Riv. I need you.”

I hate saying no to him and don’t want to lose his friendship. He needs me, and I love being needed by Nate.

“Do you want me?”

“I’m a greedy asshole, Riv.” He licks my earlobe. “I want you all to myself.”

After years of dreaming about this moment, it has finally come true. But I’m still torn about taking things further with Nate.

“Would you be okay with it being just us? No girls.”

“Would it change anything if I wasn’t sure?”

“Yes.” I feel the muscles in my face clench. “I don’t want us to fuck, and then you invite Samantha over because you miss pussy.”

“What if I do?”

Nate pins my back to the bed with his hand on my shoulder. The scent of bergamot invades my nostrils, and I pull him to me, desperate for these stolen moments.

I curl my biceps around him, and he lets me hold him. “I want you to fuck me. But I’m scared you’ll change your mind.”

His lips part, but no words come out. He stares, blinks, and then his hands are on me, his fingers tugging at the ends of my short hair.

“If this ends badly, I hope you remember that you ruined our friendship. Not me.”

Nate’s lips brush mine. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

His words say one thing, but I know Nate better than he knows himself. One day, he will realize he misses sex with women. And when that day comes, I won’t be enough for him… and all of this will come crashing down on us.