Page 48 of The Bro Pact
Warren peppers hot kisses across my jaw and down my neck, sucking and biting hard, surely leaving marks.
But I don't care—I don’t care at all.
I want him to mark me.
We continue to make out as the moon fully appears, casting everything in a bright silver glow.
“Over here, Cassie!” A deep male voice suddenly yells, startling us out of our lust-fueled make out session.
“Shit, someone’s coming!” I cry out in a panic. My eyes are wide and bulging like they might pop out of my head at any moment.
“Relax, Ky.” Warren smiles, grabbing my hand and squeezing. “No one knows us here. We can be whoever we want. No strings attached.”
I take a deep breath, realizing that’s true. It doesn’t matter what they think of us.
Besides, looks like he’s the one who’s about to get caught with his pants down.Not us.
The intruder comes stumbling off the trail, cursing as he trips over his shorts and nearly faceplants. “No one’s here! Time to skinny-dip, babe!” he shouts, yanking his underwear down next.
I watch in horror as his erection springs free, thick and uncircumcised, bobbing against his stomach.
Warren clears his throat loudly, and that’s when he finally notices we’re here, lounging on our blanket farther down shore.
What a horrible boyfriend not scoping out the place first.
That poor woman.
It’s like we’re in a three-way stare-off as John Doe continues to stand there in complete shock.
Naked.
He finally snaps out of it, bending down to grab his underwear and hold them in front of his junk as he starts to back up. “Cassie! Abort! Abort!” he hollers over his shoulder beforefinally addressing the two of us. “Sorry for the full frontal, my dudes!” He gives us an awkward salute and nearly drops his coverage in the process.
John Doe disappears where he came from, and Ren and I turn to stare at each other for a moment before we both burst out laughing.
What. The. Fuck.
The whole situation seems to have broken any lingering tension from our kiss.
“I need a drink after that shit,” Ren laughs, and I agree, having an even better idea.
“We need shots.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
WARREN
We make it back to the RV, grabbing an armful of snacks and drinks before setting up our chairs under the stars. Campfires aren’t allowed here, but we can enjoy the night regardless.
Carmen shields us from the populated side of the campground, allowing us privacy as we sit tucked up against the side of our motorhome.
I unscrew the whiskey and open the salt and vinegar chips, digging in and shoving a handful into my mouth. “Let’s play truth or dare.”
“You can’t play truth or dare with two people,” Kyle says dismissively, but I won’t let him burst my bubble.
This is happening.
“Wanna bet?” I counter, a mischievous smile curling my lips. “I’ll choose first.Truth.”
