Page 44 of The Bro Pact
“I’m gonna clean up,” he mumbles, and I stare at his bare ass as he power-walks to the bathroom.
“Shit.” I’m probably going to have to calm him down.
I grab a few tissues and wipe his spunk off my stomach and groin, tossing them into the little bedroom trash can in the corner. I find my boxers on the floor and slip them on, lying back in bed with my arms folded behind my head.
The sink finally turns off and Kyle steps out. He frowns for a moment. “You’re not going to clean up?”
“I did.” I nod toward the trash can in the corner that really needs to be emptied.
“You wiped my jizz off with a tissue and you’re just going to leave some behind?”
He seems shocked that I wouldn’t want to go take a scalding hot shower and scrub my skin raw.
“Yeah. It’s not a big deal, bro. Wanna watch a movie?” I’m trying to reassure him that things aren’t going to be any different between us, and despite the hesitance in his eyes, he crawls into bed in a pair of silky basketball shorts with no shirt on.
We lie in silence less than a foot apart, watching the nextFinal Destinationmovie, but I can’t stop thinking about what happened.
I just came harder than I ever have with any girl I’ve hooked up with. That was the single hottest sex of my life, and the devil on my shoulder wants to do it again.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KYLE
Even though we’re cruising on one of the most scenic bypasses in the entire country—with the Colorado River flowing by and miles of red rock surrounding us—my mind won’t stop replaying what just happened.
Ren’s touch was so different from a woman’s; firmer and stronger than what I’m used to.
And I like it.
The memory of his velvety hard shaft sliding against my own has me nearly coming in my pants just thinking about it.
I glance over at him as he drives the RV like a seasoned pro. His hair is down again, and his baseball hat is back on. I fight the urge to reach out and run my fingers through the glossy, raven-colored strands.
I know I should probably be freaking out about this a little more, but Ren has a way of making me feel comfortable.
Always has.
He glances at me with a soft smile, catching me staring and likely knowing dirty thoughts are running through my mind.
How could they not after what we just did?
I blush before gazing out of the front window once again, admiring the view.
“Look!” Ren suddenly shouts, pointing at a small green sign up ahead.
Dinosaur Tracks. Two Miles Away.
“Let’s stop,” he insists, and I’m down to see some fossilized footprints, so I agree.
We pull over into a small lot off the side of the bypass and park in the shade.
The path is a little steep and rocky, but not too bad.
At the top are two giant slabs of rock with three-toed tracks on them.
“Almost looks like giant bird feet, huh?” Ren says, tilting his head to the side.
“The sign says it’s a three-toed, meat-eating dinosaur, and this place was once a lake between sand dunes.”
