Page 49 of The Bro Date
“Wow.It’s beautiful up here,” Toby says in awe when we get to the very top. “Thanks for taking me on such amazing dates. I know this isn’t technically a date, just a group thing, but it’s special to me.Memorable.You’re an incredible guy, and my problem was never realizing what I deserved, but finding it. No one can compare to you, Shane.” Toby’s face flushes, like he didn’t mean to say all of that, and he looks straight ahead again.
My heart soars, doubling the pace and making me feel like I’m flying up here.
“Say something,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut. “Anything.”
He looks so fucking cute right now that I smile, pressing my lips to his and completely catching him off guard.
Toby pulls back, sucking in a sharp breath of air. “Shane?W-what are you doing?”
“I thought it was obvious. Kissing you,” I reply with a crooked grin.
“But everyone can see us.” He sounds shocked and hopeful, too.
Darting forward, I kiss him again. “Don’t care,” I mumble against his lips. “Let ’em.” I tilt my head and deepen it, swallowing his moan and drinking him in.
I’m not much of a kisser. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone outside of sex or even during it. But with Toby, I like it. It just feels right.
“Shane,” Toby whines my name. “We better stop.”
I pull back, panting and out of breath.
I don’t want to stop.
I want more.
That reality hits me out of nowhere, spiking my arousal.
“I’m ready to go home,” I growl, staring at his kiss-swollen lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh God.” Toby’s voice trembles with lust and anticipation.
I chuckle, making sure I help him out of the bucket when it’s our turn to hop out.
His knees nearly buckle with the first step on solid ground, and I snort. Shaky legs, and I haven’t even touched him yet.
We walk back to our friends at the picnic table, and they cheer for us like we’re state football champions returning home with the trophy.
“Yeah. Yeah. Eat it up,” I say with a small smile.
“Ahhh!” Daija squeals, grabbing onto Tate’s arm and shaking it frantically. “It finally happened!”
“Our baby boy is growing up so fast!” Tate jokes.
“That’ll be twenty bucks,” Jake tells Spencer, holding his hand out.
“What the hell?” My brows furrow.
“We had a bet on whether you two would kiss or not, and I just lost,” Spencer elaborates.
“You fuckers,” I laugh, shoving them both.
I can practically feel the heat radiating from Toby, so I wrap an arm around his shoulders, trying to absorb some of the embarrassment. I’m glad our roommates are so cool about it, but I’ve had enough jokes for the day. “It’s been fun. But we’re outta here,” I inform our friends.
Toby and I say our goodbyes and head toward the parking lot. I grab Toby’s hand, threading my fingers through his. He looks down at our entwined hands, then up at me with a crooked little smile. I give him a reassuring squeeze, and we walk the rest of the way to my truck in comfortable silence.
“Can . . . can we pick up where we left off when we get home?” Toby hesitantly asks once we’re on the highway.
I reach over and squeeze his thigh. “I was counting on it.”
