Page 90 of The Bro Pact
Kyle leads us to the small, round gazebo perched on top of a cement platform that overlooks the ocean. Built-in benches line the perimeter, and I immediately plop down while he continues to stand there, peering down at me while the Pacific Ocean crashes and roars in the background.
It’s kinda romantic.
“You gonna propose or somethin’?” I joke, severing the intensity of the moment and making Kyle roll his eyes.
“Remember how we had friendship bracelets when we were kids?”
“Yeah . . .” I reply slowly, drawing the word out in confusion at such a random question.
However, I immediately picture the braided strings that we wore until they literally fell apart.
“Here, catch!” Kyle’s baby blues sparkle with excitement, and my hand goes up on instinct, successfully catching the small brown thing hurtling my way.
I stare down at the braided leather bracelet resting in my palm.
I turn it over, examining the craftsmanship, and an unexpected lump forms in my throat.
The letterKis branded into it.
“I’ve got theW,” he whispers, holding up his wrist to show me his matching bracelet.
I’m speechless.
“You got these in there?Just now?”
Kyle nods slowly, his smile never fading.
“Fuck, bro. I love it,” I choke out, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him into a fierce hug. “Seriously.This is awesome, and such an upgrade from when we were twelve,” I joke.
“I was devastated when that thing disintegrated,” Kyle adds dramatically.
“Same.So, thank you.Really.” I hope he understands just how much this bracelet means to me, but just in case he doesn’t, I’m ready to show him. “Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WARREN
Kyle backs me into the bathroom wall, peppering kisses across my jaw and down my neck. His big hands slip under my shirt, squeezing my ribs, and I groan at the feeling of being the smaller one.
I lift my arms and he peels my shirt over my head, brushing against my piercing and making me even hornier.
We finish undressing and step under the steaming flow of water, moaning as the hot spray cascades over us, soothing our tired muscles and washing away the sand and salt. I gasp when Kyle lowers his head to lick and suck on the barbell through my nipple before switching to the other, giving it equal attention.
The RV shower is truly tiny, but we don’t give a shit, slipping and sliding as we continue to make out and explore each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths.
Two people completely absorbed in one another.
Kyle spins me around and presses my front to the shower wall, my palms splaying against the cold, hard plastic.
The warmth of his chest against my back counters the coolness, and I gasp when his hard length prods at my crease
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Kyle whispers, sending a shiver down my spine. He nibbles and licks at my earlobe beforehe sticks his tongue in, and under any other circumstances, I’d probably turn around and punch him in the arm, but right now I’m so turned on that nothing except a surprised cry comes out.
“Yes, please.God, Ky.I need you inside me, right now.”
The words are foreign for both of us, but that doesn’t matter. We’ve been so close for so long that this just feels so right.
Kyle steps out to grab the lube, and I rest my forehead against the shower wall, closing my eyes and trying to catch my breath.
