Page 80 of The Bro Pact
He pulls me under, refusing either of us even a single breath of air.
I’m drowning in him—utterly and completely—but I couldn’t be happier.
We stumble into the RV, finally breaking apart and gasping for breath.
“Showers,” I pant as Kyle continues to lick and nip at my lips. “Seriously, Ky.We stink.”
Kyle groans, reluctantly pulling away and staring me in the eye. “Be quick.”
I salute him, causing his lip to quirk, before I dart to the bathroom and wash all the important parts.
Kyle hops in the shower next, and soon enough, we’re rolling around in bed with wet hair and damp skin, picking up right where we left off.
Pressing his face into my neck, Kyle breathes deeply. “Mmm.You smell like coconut and fresh soap.Heavenly.”
I flip us so that I’m on top, pinning his hands above his head as I grin down at him. “There’s nothing angelic about me, baby.And you know it.”
Leaning down, I kiss him fiercely, our tongues battling for an unknown prize just out of reach. I squeeze his wrists, keeping them pinned above his head while we continue to make out with a frenzied sort of passion.
My heart’s racing and my head’s spinning; I can’t think straight.
I’m all in with this.
With him.
I sit up, straddling him and catching my breath for a second.
“God. Your piercing is so fucking hot,” Kyle pants, an aroused flush lighting up his creamy skin.
If I could bottle up this moment, I would. Preserving it forever like a tiny world trapped inside a snow globe that’s shaken to life whenever I need a sliver of happiness.
Because I’m afraid this won’t last.
And I don't want him to stop looking at me like this.
Ever.
One road trip can’t be the beginning and the end for us.
I need to be connected to him deeply and unequivocally.
“Fuck me, Kyle.Please.”
Kyle blinks a few times, but like a rubber band stretched too far, he snaps, surging forward as soon as the words leave my lips.
His mouth slams into mine with no finesse, just hot, fiery passion. His kiss is ravenous, devouring my tongue and consuming my soul.
Warm palms caress my naked torso, feeling along my abs and sliding higher until he thumbs my nipples.
I groan, loving being worshipped by him. “Fuck, Ky,” I pant into his mouth. “I want you so bad.”
His strong, capable hands sweep over my shoulders, kneading the tense muscles and making me melt further into him. My skin is tingling all over, and my dick is rock hard. It’s almost uncomfortable trapped inside my boxer briefs.
“I need you,” I whine without hesitation, grinding my erection into his stomach.
We’re breathing heavily, nothing but a pile of limbs and sensations rutting against each other.
Kyle presses his forehead to mine. “Me too.Fuck.Me too, baby. But let’s try to take this slow, I want to savor every minute of you.”
