Page 47 of The Bro Pact
KYLE
“You’re supposed to be watching the sunset,” Warren accuses. “Not me.”
“I am,” I whisper, but my eyes make no attempt to move away from his face and back to the glowing mesas behind him.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna do something about it,” Ren warns, his gaze darkening and dropping to my lips.
My heart rate picks up, racing a little too fast and making me feel lightheaded.
Maybe we should eat.
I pull away, starting to unzip the lunch bag, but Ren stops me, giving my hand a squeeze and not letting go.
My gaze darts to his and lightning crackles in the air between us.
“I know you want to kiss me,” he murmurs, not an ounce of cockiness in his tone.
His words are matter-of-fact, as if there’s no denying it.
And maybe there isn’t, because I can’t pretend that I haven’t started to wonder what it would be like, especially with that tongue ring.
“I . . .” I don’t know if I can say the words.
Do I want to kiss him?
“I’m pretty sure we can kiss if we’ve already rubbed our fronts together,” Warren jokes, a teasing sparkle in his steely gaze. “Had my jizz on you, remember?”
For some reason, I blush at his crass words. “Guess you’re right.”
The sky turns a deeper shade of magenta as night starts to take over, and Warren’s stare turns dark and hungry.
He’s done waiting.
His lips crash into mine with a long-suppressed need to devour.
And I let him.
I let him consume me down to the bone.
Ren’s lips are soft and plump, yet firm and demanding.
He takes charge, slipping his tongue into my mouth as soon as I open for him.
His piercing is so fucking sexy, sweeping inside and bumping against my teeth. I moan into his mouth, playing with the cool metal with the tip of my tongue.
We continue to kiss as the sun goes down over the mesa, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—the viewandthe kiss.
What would his tongue ring feel like tracing other parts of my body?
Fuck.
I am beyond turned on right now, and if I’m not careful, I might come in my pants.
Because when I think about it . . .I mean, really think about it . . .
I’m kissing my best friend.
The person I’ve known the longest besides my own family.
