Page 38 of The Bro Pact
I reciprocate, placing my hand in his and threading our fingers together.
He gives me a squeeze, and we gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment, soft smiles on both of our faces.
“We could do it again sometime?” Ren suggests hesitantly.
“You want to . . .” I trail off, unsure if I heard him right, but my dick instantly perks up at the idea, very confident he heard correctly.
“Jerk off. Together this time,” he clarifies.
My neurons misfire and I stutter, repeating his own words back to him. “J-jerk off. Together?”
“Yup.” His lip curls up on one side while he watches me. “We aren’t breaking any rules, we’re just having a little fun, right?”
Heat fills my cheeks, and I don’t answer right away. I’m not sure we should keep this going. Once was an accident, but if we dothis, it’s taking our friendship to an entirely different level that I’m afraid we can’t come back from.
What happens when we get back to the real world and the pact ends?
“Or am I mistaken, and you didn’t bust a nut when we made eye contact?” Ren calls me out, and my face feels damn near nuclear.
“Do you like watching guys come in porn?” he asks next, and I really do think I might die from this conversation.
I nod slowly, chewing on my lower lip. Actually, my favorite part is when the guy pulls out and shoots his load all over the chick’s face or tits or ass. Whatever really.
“Just think of it kinda like that,” Ren insists, coercing me into a planned jerk-off session. “It’ll be hot.Trust me.”
I try not to imagine him masturbating with any of our lacrosse teammates from high school, but it’s hard not to. He wasmybest friend, not theirs. An annoying pang of jealousy stirs in my gut, and I don’t like it. I want to wipe those memories away and replace them with new ones.
Of us.
“Okay,” I agree, still a little unsure.
Ren grins wickedly. “It’s gonna be good, Kyle. You’ll see.”
I can’t believe I just agreed to get off with my best friend.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
WARREN
After relaxing all morning, nursing our slight hangovers and my bruised ass, we took the RV to a canyon just outside of Moab. We packed lunch and followed a nice, shady trail past an old powerhouse dam and across winding creeks until we reached the hidden oasis.
A stunning waterfall pours into the crystal-clear pool we’re currently lounging around, surrounded by an amphitheater of sandstone. There’s a few families and a couple of lone travelers, but it’s pretty secluded. A well-kept secret among the locals and a few small blogs, including one I follow.
“Think I’m gonna jump,” I announce, breaking the silence and startling Kyle awake. He’s been lying next to me on a large rock, lazing in the sun like a cat.
I stand, stretching my arms above my head and leaning side to side, preparing myself for an epic cliff jump.
“No.Absolutely not,” Kyle growls, sitting up quickly. His abs bunch, and his tiny swim trunks—covered in little palm trees—slide higher up his thick thighs. “Did you not read the warning signs?” His brows scrunch behind his dark Ray-Bans as he points to the wooden boards nailed to the rock wall.
Danger! Shallow water.
Jump at your own risk.
“You’ve already got a bruised ass, like hell you’re ending this trip early because of a broken neck.”
“Whatever, Dad,” I mumble. He’s completely overreacting.
“Really mature, Warren.” Kyle shakes his head, but I ignore him, diving into the water and swimming over to the rock wall. “Don’t you fucking dare!” he whisper-shouts, trying not to earn death glares from the nearby moms.
