Page 58 of The Bro Pact
“Okay. You’re right.You’re definitely right,” he says breathlessly.
I laugh as Kyle fumbles through his bag, nearly dropping the can as he comes back to me all flustered.
I can’t tell if he’s blushing or if it’s the heat. Probably both.
Spraying liberally, I make sure he’s covered, then rub it in for good measure. I give my own shoulders another quick spray, knowing they’ll get the most sun bobbing in the water all afternoon.
We pop open an energy drink and split it, waiting for our sunscreen to dry.
It’s hot as balls out here, and the glistening river has been calling to us all morning.
My hand caresses Kyle’s shiny bicep, traveling down his forearm and lacing our fingers together. “Ready to swim?” I whisper, planting a quick kiss on his lips before I tug him toward the water’s edge.
We wade into the river, enjoying the slight shock of the cold water as it instantly cools us down.
“Ahh,” I sigh, floating on my back as the sun beats down on me. I close my eyes, basking in it. “This feels amazing.”
Strong hands suddenly press down on my shoulders, catching me off guard and shoving me beneath the surface.
I pop through, sputtering and coughing, having nearly swallowed a gallon of river water. “You dick!” I shout, swiping the wet strands out of my face. “It’s freaking on! You’re goin’ down, Ky!”
Kyle laughs heartily, swimming away as fast as he can.
But I’m faster.
I catch up, clinging to his back and attempting to shove him under, but he doesn’t budge.
The big jerk!
Kyle continues to howl with laughter as I uselessly struggle to overpower him in the chest-deep water. He stumbles around, trying to shake me off, and ends up tripping on the rocky river bottom, taking us under.
We both resurface, sputtering and laughing.
I wipe the water droplets from my eyes, bringing Kyle’s smiling face back into focus as he tucks a lock of dripping wet hair behind my ear.
We stare at each other for a moment, and then he lunges, surging forward and grabbing my face.
Kyle kisses me passionately, his tongue poking at the seam of my mouth, so I open for him, allowing them to tangle.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and soon enough, I’m wrapping my legs around his waist as we continue to make out in the river.
Kyle’s large palm is splayed under my bottom, and I’m so turned on, I know he can feel my erection grinding into his stomach. But we can’t get too carried away when anyone on a speedboat could drive by and catch us.
Or maybe that just adds to the excitement of it all.
Whatever’s going on, I know I want more, just not here.
I finally break away, both of us panting heavily.
“We should stop,” I whisper, even though my cock is practically jumping up and down, begging me not to.
Kyle presses his forehead to mine, sighing in defeat. “You’re right. We should.” But he does the opposite and starts to kiss me again. Sweetly this time.
He finally pulls away, pecking the tip of my nose and running a thumb along my cheekbone. “Okay. Now, we can stop.” The happy look in his eyes and the dopey smile on his face make my stomach bottom out like I just dove off another cliff.
We swim around longer, losing track of time while we toss the little foam football I picked up from the last gas station back and forth.
The afternoon is relaxing and chill—lounging in the river and soaking up the sun—but the multiple energy drinks and all the water we pounded are finally catching up to us.
