Page 13 of The Bro Pact
Kyle tips his head back, groaning in pleasure as I really dig my thumbs in aggressively.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles, “hurts so good.”
For some reason my brain misfires, and my dick starts to chub up.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I chalk it up to hormones and figure it’s only going to get worse the longer I go without sex.
The toast pops up, startling me, and I drop my hands, stepping away.
“Thank you,” Kyle says genuinely, rotating his shoulders in slow circles. “I really needed that.”
“No problem.” I clear my throat, buttering the toast and setting everything on the table.
Kyle slides into the bench-style seating and pours himself a glass of orange juice before loading his plate with sausage and fresh fruit.
“I thought we could check out Great Sand Dunes National Park as our first official stop,” I say, steering the conversation away from back massages.
His sleepy eyes light up as he cuts into his sausage patty. I place a slice of buttered toast on his plate, smearing it with grape jelly, just how he likes it.
“Sounds good to me, man. I’m just here for the ride. Wherever you want to take us is cool with me.”
I chuckle at his blind enthusiasm.
This is going to be fun.
He’s usually so structured and in control.
In high school, he was captain of our lacrosse team and student council president. He’s always wanted to become a lawyer, so his major is chosen, and his future mapped out.
Me? I’m still undecided.
I brush thoughts of college away and tell him more about the dunes. “It’s actually the best month of the year to visit. The sand isn’t hot yet, and it shouldn’t be too crowded.”
“How do you know all of this?” Kyle asks as he continues to devour his breakfast. “Thanks for cooking by the way,” he adds. “It hit the spot.”
“I subscribe to a few travel blogs and podcasts,” I admit, shrugging my shoulders. I haven’t really talked about it.
Kyle sets his fork down, grinning widely at me.
“What?” I ask a little defensively.
“That would be perfect for you.”
My brows crease. “What would?”
“You should create your own blog,” Kyle says matter-of-factly, like it’s no big deal. He’s smiling so authentically that I almost believe I could. That I’m not destined to be a mechanic for the rest of my life.
“Pshh. Ha. Okay,” I say, dismissing him as I finish my food.
“Why not?” His blond brows draw together.
“For one, I don’t travel. This is the one and only trip I have planned.”
Kyle opens his mouth to protest, but I cut him off. “I work in an auto shop, Ky. I’m not the type to write poetic musings about life and travel.”
“Except you are, Ren. And you know it. You have a way with words. Always have. We’re going to see and do so much this summer. You should document it, whether you post it online or not. Who knows what the future will bring or where it will take you. This is the trip of a lifetime, and you know it. You said so yourself, Ren.We’re going to see a piece of the world.”
