Page 7 of The Bro Date
“I gotta go to work now, but I’ll be home before five. Promise.” Shane holds his pinky out, and I wrap mine around his, accepting the unbreakable vow.
Shane is a man of his word. I’d never doubt him.
He stacks our plates and stands from the island, taking the dirty dishes to the sink, ready to wash everything like he’s so used to doing at the café.
“I got those, bro,” I say, trying to sound as normal as I can despite the boner I’m hiding under the counter.
“Thanks, Tobes.”
“See you tonight,” I add with what I hope isn’t an awkward smile.
“Later,” Shane mumbles, leaving me and the problem in my pants behind.
I wait another minute to ensure he’s really gone, then rush upstairs, leaving the dirty dishes in the sink. I’m too horny right now, there’s no way my dick’s going down until I come.
After grabbing a towel from the linen closet, I lock myself in the bathroom and turn on the shower so the water can start to heat up. I slip out of my clothes, staring at my tanned and toned body in the mirror while I stroke my cock, unable to wait any longer.
Fuuuck that feels good.
I haven’t come in over a week, having forbidden myself from jerking off in my grandparents’ home long before this vacation ever started.
I pick up the pace, and it doesn’t take long for me to skirt the edge.
A sudden knock on the door nearly gives me a heart attack.
Shit! Who’s home?
“Toby? You in there?!”
At the sound of Shane’s deep voice, adrenaline shoots through me, and I come instantly, slamming a hand over my mouth to muffle the embarrassing whimpers.
Ropes of cum—a week’s worth to be precise—stripe the bathroom counter, my cock pulsing in my hand as I continue to fire load after load.
“Forgot my watch!” Shane yells over the running water.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, a fucked-up sort of thrill flowing through me.
“Tobes!I’m gonna be late! Just hand me the damn watch!” Shane hollers through the door, and I stare down at said hand completely covered in jizz.
“J-just a second!” I finally manage and turn the sink on, washing my hands thoroughly before I dare touch his watch. I crack the door, sticking my arm out to offer it to him.
“Thanks, bro.” Shane takes the watch, and I quickly lock the door again before he catches a glimpse of the cum-streaked sink, and I have to leave townforever.
Slightly shell-shocked by what just happened, I’m frozen for a moment before a choked laugh erupts from the pit of my stomach at the absolute mess that is the bathroom counter.
That is fucking diabolical.
CHAPTER THREE
TOBY
Later that evening, Shane knocks on my bedroom door, showing up just like he promised he would. I open the door with a smile, stepping aside. “Hey, come in,” I say, feeling a little awkward around him after what happened this morning, even though he’s completely innocent and has no clue that I’m a raging pervert.
Shane brushes past me, a spicy wave of citrus and bergamot in his wake. He perches on the end of my bed, looking so fucking handsome in black slacks and a matching button-down with the sleeves rolled up. His monochromatic tattoos peek out, the lone wolf drawing my eye. It’s the first one he ever got, and also my favorite.
I finish tucking in my baby-blue button-down, feeling like a Sunday school teacher in khaki pants and loafers. “How was work?” I ask lamely, all too aware of how sexy he is and how completely distracted I am because of it.
His stare is powerful, like the rest of the world stops moving when he looks at me. My cheeks slowly heat up, and I fight the urge to press my palms to them.
