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CHAPTER 4

RIVER

With one week left of summer vacation, I spend every second with Nate. He’s staying with me at my family’s summer home in The Hamptons. We do this every summer. Just the two of us getting into trouble and meeting girls until we start another grueling school year.

My mansion, which overlooks the sea, sits behind us at the dead center of the beach. We have the best view from here. Over the years, people have offered my dad twice its value, but he will never sell this place.

As we walk along the shore, our peaceful night ends when a girl screams.

Nate halts beside me. “Did you hear that?”

“Uh-huh.”

The sun has already set, and the sky is a mess of dark purple and blue hues. I search for the sound of someone whimpering and find the source.

Sitting on the sand, hunched over, a blonde woman grabs her foot.

I kneel beside her. “Are you okay?”

She snaps her head at me. “I stepped on a broken shell and cut my foot.”

Nate moves beside me and extends his hand, grinning. “I hate watching pretty girls suffer. Let me take a look.”

“Oh, no,” she bites out. “Don’t worry about me. It’s my dumb fault for not wearing sandals. I don’t want to intrude on your night.”

Nate lifts her leg onto his lap and inspects the small, bleeding cut. “We have a First Aid kit at the house. I can patch you up… if you want.”

She’s cute. Long blonde hair that brushes the tops of her huge tits that are spilling out of a red bikini top. Big, blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. Killer legs and a nice, thick ass, which I know Nate likes.

He prefers asses more than tits. But really, Nate loves everything about women. How they smell. How they taste. The sounds they make when they come. He could care less about hair color or any of the semantics.

Nate just likes women.

My best friend can turn on the charm whenever needed. He has that killer instinct. I can already see the wheels turning in his head.

He wants her.

And I want him.

So, yeah… we’re doing this.

She licks her lips. “What’s your name?”

“Nate.” He points at me. “That’s River.”

“Samantha,” she says, eyes drifting over our bare chests.

I wonder if she recognizes me.

Most women do.

Yet, even after Nate told her my name, she didn’t seem to make the connection. Maybe it’s my lucky night. For once, I would like to fuck a woman who doesn’t want my fame, money, or my dad.

Is that too much to ask?

Nate doesn’t miss a beat and scoops Samantha into his arms. “You can’t walk without getting sand in the cut. We’ll take good care of you.”

He winks at me.

She doesn’t argue and lets him stalk through the sand and onto my property. We pass by the outdoor shower, then the pool house, and eventually cut through the pool area.

In the kitchen, Nate sets Samantha on the granite island. I reach under the sink and hand Nate the First Aid kit since he wants to play doctor tonight, then focus on Samantha.

“Do you live here? Or just visiting?”

Most people can’t afford homes on the beach. At least ninety percent of all the girls we meet each summer are here for a week with their families. Everyone wants to see how the one percent lives.

“My aunt rented a house about a mile down the beach. I’m only here for a few more days before returning to school.”

Nate wipes the sand and dirt from her cut, and she winces. “Where do you go?”

“Kingston University. I’m about to start my senior year.”

“No way.” Nate applies a thin layer of Neosporin to the bottom of her foot and covers it with a Band-Aid. “Us too.”

“Wow,” she mouths. “Small world, huh? So, I guess I might see you guys around campus.”

Nate glances at me to confirm what I know he’s thinking. He wants Samantha to be our girl.

When I nod in agreement, he says, “You should hang out with us before you head back to campus.” He bends down, his lips inches from hers. “Spend the night if you want. We have plenty of room in this house.”

“Yeah?” Samantha smiles, leaning back on the counter on her palms. “With you and River?”

He washes his hands, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s just us here. You good with that?”

Samantha’s tongue juts out to wet her lips. “So good with that.”

I’m amazed by how easy this is for Nate. We met Samantha ten minutes ago, and she already wants to fuck him. Don’t get me wrong, I see the appeal. I would give anything to have one night with Nate.

But we just met her.

He’s the hottest guy I have ever known. Our connection runs so deep it would only make the sex better. But Nate is straight. He only has eyes for women, which he’s made crystal clear despite the few times he’s asked me to jerk him off.

“Do you like to party?” Nate waggles his eyebrows at Samantha, and he looks so damn cute when he does it. “I got some molly.”

“Nate,” I groan.

“River,” he fires back with the same annoyed tone. “Would you chill?”

Did he not learn his lesson last week?

All summer, his addictions have worsened. His need for sex, drugs, and alcohol is concerning. I don’t know how to save him from drowning this time.

Samantha shrugs. “I’m down. Might help me forget about my throbbing foot.”

Nate hauls her into his arms, ready to rock and roll. There’s no point in talking him out of this. When Nate makes up his mind, he follows through with his plan. And right now, he wants to lose himself inside her.

He thinks he needs to fuck and get high to forget about his past—to drown out the voices in his head. Lately, his nightmares are escalating. Most mornings, I find him in my bed, curled up beside me. Sometimes, he cries in his sleep. Other times, he yells.

“Nate, we need her to sign an NDA.”

He groans. “Fuck. We need you to sign a paper saying you won’t tell anyone about what we do tonight.”

Samantha blinks. “Why?”

“Because River is kind of famous. The non-disclosure agreement protects him from scandals and drama.”

Her eyes widen on me. “Famous?”

“You didn’t know?”

She shakes her head. “No, who are you?”

“River Rousseau.”

Samantha takes a second to ponder my name and then says, “Oh god. You’re the captain of our hockey team. That’s why you look so familiar.”

“I play on the team, too,” Nate adds, a little bitter as he shrugs.

She beams a smile at him. “Right. I’ve seen the videos of you guys on TikTok. The Kingston Spy has been posting about you lately.”

I cringe at the name of the mysterious TikTok creator. That stupid bitch has been fucking with my life for too long. My father has a private investigator looking into the account. So far, he hasn’t found anything concrete to trace it back to the owner.

The person is located in New York and never shows their face. Their profile picture is the school’s logo. Whoever it is lives close enough to Kingston University for it to make sense the account belongs to a student.

At first, I assumed she was a fangirl or an ex-hookup. But she also attacks other students. Lately, she’s been obsessed with athletes, which makes me think she has an axe to grind with someone who plays a sport for Kingston University.

“The Kingston Spy is obsessed with us,” Nate tells her.

She bats her long lashes at him. “I can totally see why.”

“So, about the NDA,” Nate says. “We need you to sign it… or this isn’t happening.”

Her entire face lights up as she stares at me. I can already see the dollar signs flashing across her eyes. Thank God the contract covers both of our asses. Sadly, I can’t even have sex with a woman without worrying about her screwing me over.

But this is my reality.

Some girls get angry when Nate tires of them, which often leads to retaliation. Our sexcapades have cost Nate a fortune.

“I’ll sign whatever you want.” Samantha flashes a smile that reaches her eyes. “I completely understand why you guys are careful. You never know who you’re letting into your bed.”

Whenever girls realize who I am, they all act the same. Like groupies. Fangirls. They either want to fuck me, my dad, or both of us. But if Nate wants her, I won’t say no.

I grab several beers from the fridge and walk up the back staircase behind them. The house is over ten thousand square feet and has plenty of empty bedrooms. We would typically fuck around in one of those, but Nate is acting like she’s a keeper. Knowing my friend, this will fizzle out as quickly as it started.

Once inside my bedroom, Nate hands Samantha a document and a pen. “Read through it. If you wanna go, we’ll understand.”

She sits on my bed, clutching the pen. “Not a chance.”

He turns his back to her and grabs a plastic baggie from my nightstand drawer. Holding it up, he smiles at the three oval pills.

Samantha flips through the document and initials each page before signing on the dotted line. Making women do this feels robotic and weird, but what choice do I have?

Nate moves in front of me. We’re almost the same height, so when he inches closer, our foreheads could touch. My lips part as he invades my space, filling it with his scent—bergamot and something fruity.

“Open up,” he demands.

I stick out my tongue, and Nate gives me a pill before gulping his down. His golden-brown eyes latch onto me for a second. The air thickens between us. Nate must feel it because he turns away and gets on the bed.

He climbs on top of Samantha, takes the document from her, and hands it to me. “We good?”

I check to see she initialed and signed on all the lines. “Yeah.”

Another potential scandal is the last thing we need. Nate’s dad will disown him if he messes up again.

And my career?

If anyone were to leak one of our sex tapes, the NHL would forget all about me. It wouldn’t matter that my dad’s name carries weight in the league. It wouldn’t matter that he’s the head coach of the New York Rangers and has the ear of management. Nope, my dreams of becoming a professional hockey player would be over.

Nate pins Samantha to the bed and gives her a pill. After she swallows, he kisses her. All tongue and a lot of moaning. Pretty soon, when the molly kicks in, we’ll be so tangled up in each other it won’t matter that we just met this girl.

I kneel beside him, wondering how it would feel to be claimed by Nate.

Fuck, I want him .

He doesn’t waste a second and starts tugging at the strings of her bikini bottoms. “You’re so hot. How did we not see you on campus before?”

Samantha giggles. “I don’t go to parties and commute every day.”

“You live in Beacon Bay?”

She bobs her head. “Yeah, on the south side.”

The poorest section of town. A red flag goes off in my brain, but Nate is too far gone for me to stop him. What if meeting her on the beach was not happenstance? What if she planned it?

I could be overthinking, but I have to take precautions when it comes to women. But then Nate says my name, and I practically forget my own. As our eyes meet, I can’t breathe.

Fuck, he’s killing me .

Now that he has my undivided attention, he peels away her bikini bottoms, revealing her waxed pussy. She’s already wet for us, her skin glistening from her arousal.

“Damn.” He scrubs a hand across his jaw and admires her sexy body. “You look so pretty right now. Mmm… Fuck, your pussy is perfect.”

Samantha clutches his wrist and yanks his hand lower. “Touch me. Please.”

Nate glances at me as he pushes a finger into her, letting me see how she stretches to accommodate him. I’m watching him more than her but getting off on all of it.

“She’s so tight,” he says, adding another finger.

He frees his hard cock from his board shorts, stroking himself with one hand while making her whimper with the other. I stare at his beautiful dick, only pulling my gaze away when he clears his throat.

Nate smirks.

He knows I watch him and enjoys it.

“River,” Samantha moans, reaching out for me.

I crawl up the bed and hover above her. She grabs my neck and slips her tongue inside my mouth as Nate tosses her legs over his shoulders and licks her pussy.

“Oh god,” she moans, yanking her lips from mine. “Yes, yes, yes… Keep doing that, Nate.”

He’s good with his tongue. It never takes Nate long to make women come.

I pretend I’m kissing Nate when I dive in for another kiss, ripping off her bikini top in the process. With Samantha fully bared to us, she looks like an offering from the gods. She mutters our names, one after the other, clinging to my bicep.

A series of tremors rock through her body, and Nate drops her legs to the bed after she settles down.

He licks her cum from his lips and looks at me. “You wanna go first?”

I nod since he usually takes the lead, forcing me to wait my turn. The pill’s effects are starting to creep in as the room slightly tilts on its axis. It’s too soon to get the full feeling, but I’m enjoying how much I don’t care about anything but being with them.

I never use drugs during the hockey season, but taking ecstasy helps me stop overthinking. And I only take it with Nate.

I trust him with my life.

Nate throws condoms on the bed. I strip off my board shorts and get onto my back, rolling on the condom before pulling Samantha on top of me.

“Ride my best friend.” Nate guides her onto my cock, and we both moan once she’s fully seated on top of me. “He likes it when you play with his nipples.”

Samantha inches her hand up my chest, the pad of her thumb sweeping over my left nipple.

“Fuck,” I hiss, the intense sensation going straight to my cock.

Nate licks her earlobe and sucks it into his mouth. Then his hand moves between us to play with Samantha’s clit.

“Make him happy.” Nate massages her in a circular motion, and I feel her clench around me. “Make him feel good.”

“I will.”

Nate is always concerned about how I feel and whether I enjoy myself when we’re together. Some would take his concern as feelings, but I know better. Nate loves me like a brother. This is just sex for him, a transaction to quench his desire.

Even when he gets carried away, I won’t let myself think we have any chance of something more than friendship.

“River.” Samantha bites her lip. “Nate. Oh god. This feels…”

“You look so hot riding my best friend.” Nate grips her hips and guides her up and down my length. “Good girl. You have no problem handling his big dick, do you?”

“No,” she whimpers. “I love it.”

After Samantha finds the perfect rhythm with me, Nate kneels beside me and grabs my hand. He spits in my palm and wraps it around his thick shaft, cursing under his breath. This is not the first time he used my hand to get off.

Our moans become one, with all three of us working in perfect harmony. My dick grows even harder inside her as she rocks her hips, timed with Nate’s thrusts upward into my hand. She’s soaked, so damn wet I have to squeeze her ass to keep her right where I want her.

For years, I have questioned how much I like women. It’s hard to tell when Nate has been at my side for every sexual encounter. Even the first time that I jerked off to completion. Whenever I’m not in the mood, I look at him. Listen to his moans. Watch him come unravel as he comes.

We do everything together, which mixes up my head because my world starts and ends with him.

Nate pinches my nipple, and my eyes snap shut, but I force them back open. I need to see the look of pleasure on his face. I need to watch my best friend cum all over my hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bites out as his cum coats my skin.

Less than a minute later, I’m coming into the condom, and Samantha rides out the last of the shockwaves, muttering our names. My hand is sticky from Nate’s release. And as I raise it closer to my face, I see double. A rainbow of color swirls around me like a freaky kaleidoscope.

What the fuck?

Nate sinks to the mattress beside me, curled up on his side. “You feel it, don’t you?”

I stare at my hand, amazed by how strange it looks. “Yeah.”

Samantha collapses on my chest, my limp cock still inside her. “I feel a-maz-ing.”

Nate pulls her off me and moves her between us. “You’re our girl now.”

She turns her head to face him. “Okay.”

That’s the last thing I remember before the drugs kick in, and I’m floating to another place, lost in a fantasy world where I get Nate all to myself. And I never want to leave.