Page 14 of Betting Brett

Brett laughs, too, then pulls me up, capturing my lips in a soft, sweet kiss. "You definitely did," he murmurs against my lips. "But I think we both won tonight,” He whispers, "Stay with me tonight? In my bed, I mean."

I nod, relieved. I’m still expecting to wake up any moment, and I’m happy that the dream is still going.

The afterglow of our intimate moment lingers a little longer, but soon, the reality of our messy state intrudes. Brett chuckles, looking down at my cum stained, wet jeans. "Well, someone had a good time."

I roll my eyes, playfully shoving him. "Shut up. I blame you for that," I tell him.

He grins, standing up and stretching, toeing his jeans off his ankles into a messy pile on the floor. "Come on, let's clean up."

We head to the bathroom, the cool tiles a contrast to the warmth of the bedroom. I turn on the shower, letting the water heat up. Brett stands next to me, his fingers brushing against mine. "You know," he says, a teasing glint in his eyes, "we could save water if we showered together."

I laugh, pushing him lightly. "Always the environmentalist, huh?"

He shrugs, his grin widening. "Just trying to do my part for the planet."

We end up taking turns in the shower because it’s tiny, and the steam and warm water help to relax my muscles and wash away the remnants of our earlier activities, as well as the last of the lake water. As I step out, wrapping a towel around my waist, Brett hands me a pair of boxers. "Figured you'd need a clean pair," he says with a wink.

I chuckle, pulling them on. "Thanks. And here I thought you'd want me to go commando."

He feigns shock. "In my innocent cabin? Never!"

We both laugh at his antics and just as I’m relieved that we haven’t altered the foundation of our friendship, Brett suddenly stops, a mock look of horror on his face. "Wait… Did you check for spiders?"

I groan, playfully swatting him. "Don't even joke about that, man. I'm still traumatized."

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from the big, scary, hairy spiders."

"Oh, I bet you will. Especially if they're the size of dinner plates." I smirk, leaning into him.

We continue to banter back and forth, the playful teasing a welcome contrast from the intensity of earlier. As we climb into bed, I jokingly grab a pillow and pretend to stick it between us. "Just in case you get any ideas," I tell him.

Brett laughs, pulling me close. "Trust me, after that performance, I think I'm good for the night. I need at least twenty-four hours to recuperate from the best orgasm of my entire fucking life."

I chuckle, snuggling into his embrace. "Good to know I still got it."

He kisses the top of my head, his voice soft. "You’ve absolutely got it."

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the day's events settling around us. But instead of feeling overwhelmed or anxious, all I feel is contentment, a deep sense of rightness. As sleep begins to claim us, I whisper, "Goodnight, Brett."

He squeezes me tighter, his voice a soft murmur against my ear. "Goodnight, Andy."

10

Brett

Islowlyopenmyeyes and stretch underneath the covers as the morning sun fights through the heavy gray curtains, the events of last night come flooding back with the same intensity as the sunlight forcing me awake. A smile tugs at my lips as I feel the warmth of Andy's body pressed against mine.

Thank God. It wasn’t a dream.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the soft sound of his breathing, it's a comfort I never knew I needed. Our legs are tangled, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, engineered to need the other. I gently trace patterns on his back, my fingers dancing over the smooth skin, following the small birthmarks that dot him like constellations. The memories of last night, the taste of his kiss, the feel of his lips wrapped around me, it's all so fresh, so vivid. I've never felt this way with anyone, not even with Jen. There's a depth, a connection, that's hard to put into words.

I can’t deny that I feel happier and more content than I’ve ever been with anyone. With any woman I’d ever been with. There wasn’t a sliver of doubt or a war of emotions. I just knew. What happened last night was nothing to be ashamed of or worried about. It was natural, and it was so fucking hot, and judging by how hard my morning wood throbbed, I was more than ready to do it all over again.

But as much as I want to stay in this moment, I decide that maybe a morning walk around the property could be good. Carefully, I pull myself from Andy's embrace, tugging on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. I leave a soft kiss on his forehead, promising myself I'll be back soon. He stirs but only slightly, sleep keeping its tight hold on him. He was always a deep sleeper. It was a problem when he’d knock out during class, and not even the teacher rapping her knuckles on his desk could wake him.

The morning air is crisp, the scent of pine and earth filling my lungs. It all feels… new. Like a page had been turned. I make my way to the lake, the still water reflecting the clear blue sky. The path is familiar, one I've walked countless times before. Each step brings back memories, each one happier than the last.

There's the clearing where we once set up a makeshift camp, trying to survive a night in the wild—the tree where we carved our initials, a testament to our enduring friendship. And then there's the stump. Our stump. A place where we've shared secrets, dreams, and countless laughs. It's where we'd sit for hours, talking about everything and nothing, our young minds filled with so many different possibilities for the future, some of them extending out past our small town, others painting us as staying right here.

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