Page 69 of The Bro Pact
“Oh my God,” Kyle chuckles, squatting down and preparing to be tackled by a couple of pretty big German shepherd puppies.
All of the tiny dogs head for the two families, and the big boys charge us as if they know to be careful with children.
Kyle lets the dogs take him to the ground, falling to his back as they attack him with kisses.
My stomach flips, hollowing out as I watch him play-wrestle with the oversized puppies and having the time of his life doing so.
I’m glad I brought my camera, having added the long strap to the case that allows me to easily wear it as a crossbody. I quickly snap a photo of Kyle laughing while the puppies lick his face, putting it away and joining in on the fun.
The bunny experience is no different, and the warm fuzzies I’m starting to feel toward my best friend intensify tenfold.Watching him be so gentle and tender with the little fluffballs melts my fucking heart. We feed them carrots and celery sticks before returning to the puppy daycare to take one of the German shepherd puppies for a quick canyon hike.
We’re exhausted, dirty, and most likely smell by the end of it all, but we still find time to help clean up just like we agreed.
As we’re emptying the litter boxes, a tiny gray kitten with white feet prances over, rubbing against Kyle’s leg and circling his foot.
Meeeoow.
“Well, hello there. And who are you?” Kyle squats down, continuing to baby-talk the kitten, giving it so much attention that I’d be jealous if the little guy wasn’t so fucking cute. My heart absolutely melts when Kyle scoops the kitten up, holding it in front of his face and letting it lick his nose. He chuckles. “Rough like sandpaper.”
“You’re awfully good with him. You hostin’ a sleepover tonight?” an older woman in worn jeans, cowboy boots, and a dirty white T-shirt asks as she comes over to check our work.
“Pardon?” Kyle says politely yet slightly distracted, playing with the friendly kitten in his arms.
“Did you book a kitty sleepover? Socks there”—she nods to Kyle—“is available for an overnight visit.”
Kyle looks at me with wide, hopeful eyes and a tiny cat clutched to his chest as if he’s a child begging their parent for a new pet.
How can I possibly say no?
Hot, shirtless guys with adorable kittens are apparently my weakness, and I think Kyle and Socks deserve their own calendar.
Grabbing my camera, I snap a photo before one of them wakes up. “Ridiculous,” I mutter, shaking my head at the over-the-top cuteness as I clip our newest photo to the string lights before it even develops.
My eyes scan the timeline, and I can’t help but smile at how nicely it’s coming along and all the memories we’ve made so far.
I’ve had the time of my life on this trip, and I think Kyle has, too, but the closer we get to the end, the more I worry this whole thing between us will shatter into a million pieces like some sort of fragile facade.
He’s not gay.
He wants a trophy wife and the perfect family.
AndI’mdefinitely not gay. I love pussy too much. I just know how to appreciate a good body and a sweet soul. And there’s no one better in either of those categories than Kyle Fitzpatrick.
We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’ve been craving more.
The mere thought of being fucked turns me on so much, my dick chubs up.
Fuck.
Does that mean I’m bisexual?
Needing some fresh air and time to think, I grab a blanket and sneak out while Kyle and his little buddy are sleeping. I climb to the roof of the RV, lay down the blanket, and pull out the small notebook I’ve been using to keep track of important details about our excursions just in case I decide to write that blog Kyle thinks I should.
Not to mention, I’ve been pouring my heart into these pages like it’s some sort of diary, revealing my developing feelings and deepening bond to my best friend.
At this point, it’s not even about the places we’ve seen, it’s about the connection we’ve strengthened. No one else on this Earth can compare to Ky.
A loud, friendly voice jolts me from my internal musings. “Hey there! You boys wanna join two old farts for dinner?”
