Page 57 of The Bro Date
“Yeah, yeah,” Buck huffs unperturbed, shooing us away with his hand.
Shane nearly shows his teeth before softening his face only slightly for his mother. “I’m outta here, Mom,” he grumbles, clearly not wanting to stay a second longer. “Take care of yourself.” He grabs my wrist and tugs me toward the exit.
“Bye, honey! Don’t be a stranger! Text me!” she hollers across the house as if there wasn’t almost just a brawl between her boyfriend and her son.
“Thanks for helping to diffuse that situation,” Shane murmurs once we get back into his truck. “That actually went a lot worse in my head.”
“Me too,” I admit. “But that’s why we make a good team. You have to let me help you, too. We can be there for each other.”
Shane nods, recognizing that we’re in this together and reaching over to give the back of my neck a squeeze. I close my eyes and sigh, melting into his touch and ready to get the hell out of here.
“I know the mood’s kind of ruined after that, but I have dessert in the fridge for us,” Shane says once we get home and change into our pajamas.
“Nothing’s ruined,” I assure him. “I’m always up for dessert.”
Shane gets a cute little box out of the fridge, setting it on the counter and opening the lid. I peer inside, finding a delicious-looking piece of tiramisu and two cannoli.
“This looks amazing, Shane. Did you make them?”
Shane nods, picking up a cannoli and holding it out for me.
I lean forward and take a bite, opening my mouth wide to fit the pastry inside. I bite down into the crispy, flaky cannoli, and hum at the flavor of the cream cheese filling with mini chocolate chips.
“Oh my fucking God.They’re delicious. I need these at my wedding one day,” I joke.
Shane stares down at me, his dark eyes pinning me to the spot.
“What? Do I have some filling on my face?” My tongue darts out, licking at the corner of my mouth. “Did I get it?”
Shane sticks his index finger into his own cannoli and swipes it across my lips. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs, leaning in to press his mouth to mine, licking and kissing my lips until the cream is gone.
“You taste so sweet, butterfly,” Shane whispers, and I’m an absolute fucking goner, melting into the floor like a puddle of goo.
I want him so badly, I can’t take it anymore.
“Let me taste you.” I kneel down on the hard kitchen floor, peering up at him with desire and yearning. “Please,” I beg, gripping both of his thighs through his pants and squeezing. I’m desperate to feel the weight of his cock on my tongue. Desperate to taste him.
I need his cock in my mouth, now.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just let me blow you.”
Shane’s hands move toward his belt buckle as if in slow motion. I tear my gaze away from his intense stare and watch in awe as he unzips his pants and tugs them down along with his boxers.
His thick cock springs free, already hard and dripping.
Holy shit.
It’s beautiful.
And huge.
My jaw drops twice, and I sit back on my heels, admiring it. “Of course it’s extra large. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? That would only make sense, given your overall size. Maybe I should have worked my way up. Started smaller, ya know?”
“Butterfly,” Shane growls, and I nearly kick my feet and giggle at the sweet nickname I’ve completely fallen in love with.
I reach out and wrap my hand around his shaft. He’s warm and soft yet rock hard. My own dick throbs in my pants uncomfortably. I’m so turned on right now, I might faint. I give his dick a tentative squeeze, and he lets out a long, low groan.
“Fuuuck.Toby. Jerk me,” he begs, and I obey, hesitantly stroking his shaft. “Yes, just like that,” he encourages, knowing this is the first time I’ve ever done this. “You’re doing so good,” he moans. “So fucking good.”
