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CHAPTER 6

NATE

I love moving day at Kingston University. Girls drag backpacks and boxes into houses, short shorts and skirts riding up their thighs. From my bedroom window, I have the best view of Greek Row—and all the hot sorority chicks.

Leaning back in my desk chair, I rest my legs on the bed and stare at two hot blondes at the Kappa Delta house. Spandex clings to their tight asses like plastic wrap. Tank tops, emblazoned with the letters of their sorority, inch up their stomachs and dip low to show off big tits.

“Fuck,” I grunt, shoving my hand beneath the waistband of my pants.

Fisting my hard cock, I watch them drop a box, the contents spilling onto the grass. On hands and knees, their backs to me, they scramble to put kitchen utensils into the box.

“That’s it,” I whisper as they bump foreheads and laugh, the one girl hugging the other, smashing their tits together. “Touch her. You know you wanna.”

Working my hand up and down my shaft, I spread my thighs and pray my dream comes true. Fuck, I’m so close. Ready to blow my load when my bedroom door creaks open.

I turn my head to the right, my hand frozen on my dick. But it’s just River.

My best friend enters my room, hands stuffed into his black track pants. His eyes dip down to the placement of my hand and my long length poking my pants.

River bites his lip.

He loves my dick.

I know he does.

So, I shove down my pants and let him see. His eyes widen, and he slams my door shut, leaning against it.

“Nate,” he mutters. “What are you…?”

I tip my head at the window. “Come see for yourself.”

While this might look weird to an outsider, getting off with River is normal. We do this all the time. Sometimes, I ask him to jerk me off so I can feel his hand on my cock. He strokes me like he wants to own me. It’s super fucking hot. I come so hard each time I see heaven.

Lately, I have noticed my best friend in not-so-friendly ways.

How he smells.

How he moves.

How he laughs.

How he smiles.

I wonder how he tastes.

No, too far .

I’m not gay.

River consumes my thoughts, invades every inch of my fucking life. I can’t breathe without him nearby, which makes me sound really damn needy. But I am. When it comes to River, I need to be near him constantly.

It’s a sickness.

An obsession.

He crosses the room, but not without taking a good look at my big dick. Whenever we fuck chicks, he watches me. And I can’t get enough of it. I’m addicted to River Rousseau. He makes me feel shit that screws with my head.

River stands beside my chair and glances out the window when I want him to look at me. “We had a deal, Nate. One girl. No more group sex. You wanted Samantha.”

“I’m not going to fuck them. Just let me look and shut up.”

He snickers. “I wish you would find someone who makes you happy and stop searching for the next woman to fill the void.”

I’m incapable of a serious relationship. Whenever a girl gets too close, I freak out and lose control. I won’t allow anyone to have power over me.

Never again.

Only River has any hold over me, and it’s because I let him have it. I can’t function properly without him by my side.

“I chose Samantha. For us.” No longer in the mood, I tuck my half-hard cock back into my pants. “She’s meeting us later.”

He sits on my bed, facing me, palms on his muscular thighs. “How long will this one last before you replace her with those sorority chicks?”

Why is he such a downer?

Since the last sex tape, River has been so uptight. Now, we have these stupid rules, which I promised to follow because sex without him doesn’t work. I can’t be with a woman unless River is there.

The fucker knows it, too.

He holds it over my head.

Dangles sex like a carrot.

“Samantha can stick around for as long as you want her,” I tell him, hoping to keep River happy.

He nods, his expression giving away nothing.

“I’m hungry.” I rise from the chair, hand extended to pull him up from the mattress. “Wings or pizza?”

He considers my question, lips pressed together. “I was thinking tacos.”

“Whatever.” I shrug and head toward the door. “I’m easy.”

“Yeah.” He laughs. “You are.”

I spin around to look at his smug face. If I were into men, River would be it for me. I’d be on my knees, worshiping all of his muscles. My hands and tongue would be on every inch of his killer body. I would spend extra time loving his monster cock. It’s nice. River has a—dare I say it—beautiful dick.

I mean, mine is awesome, too. But there’s something about seeing his that excites me. Or maybe it’s how he looks at me while he touches himself.

Fuck, what am I thinking?

I don’t like men.

But River…

With my back to the door, he inches closer, and I have nowhere to go. I could open the door, step into the hallway, and flee. Except I can’t move. I can hardly breathe with him sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

His gaze lowers to my cock. “You’re hard again.” He puts his hand on the door beside my head, invading my senses with his musky scent. “Do you want to take care of that before we go?”

Fucking hell .

He cages me against the door with his big body, almost like he’s challenging me to do something about these strange feelings. River gets me on a whole other level. No one understands me or my needs the way he does.

I whip out my leaking cock to see if he’ll back up and give me some space. Instead, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor.

“Go ahead,” he says and licks his lips.

He puts his other hand on the door, and as he leans closer, I feel his dick harden.

Fuck .

I glance down at the bulge in his pants, fisting my cock but too stunned to do anything about it.

Does he want me to come on his stomach? Or does he expect me to reciprocate somehow? I never know with River. Not with how he eyes me up like a snack.

He’s so fucking hard. His dick tents his track pants, making it painfully obvious he wants to get off too.

Did I do this to him?

With his lips right there, his breath heating my skin, I consider kissing him. No, I want to kiss him, which makes no sense.

That’s way too gay.

I can’t.

I won’t.

Someone knocks on the door. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest at the sudden sound.

“Brooks, we’re going out for dinner,” Parker Hale yells. “You guys coming?”

“We’re going to Tony’s Tacos.”

“Sounds good,” Parker says. “I love their chips and guac. Meet us downstairs in five.”

I let out a grunt, unable to formulate a sentence with my dick hanging out and River still hard.

“Fuck,” River whispers and backs up toward my bed, sliding his fingers through his short hair.

“Yeah,” I mumble like a bumbling idiot.

I’m drunk on him.

“Let’s just go,” I say, finally getting my brain to start working again and pull up my pants.

River stands too far away for my comfort. I wish he would put his arms around me or do something other than stare. Whenever I have nightmares, which is more often than not, I end up sleeping with him. I love it when he curls his arms around me in bed, whispering that I’m safe and loved.

River loves me.

Unlike with my parents, his love is unconditional. I could murder half the campus, and he would still defend me. There’s nothing I could do to chase River away.

My eyes wander over his body for a second, and I open the door, suddenly light-headed.

“I don’t feel so hot,” I say as we walk toward the staircase. “I think I need to eat.”

“You wanna eat something, alright,” River says with a cocky attitude, following me downstairs with his fingers brushing my ass.

Cock , I thought he was going to say, and if he had, he would have been right.

Well, fuck me .