Page 79 of The Bro Date
I explode, my cock pulsing in Shane’s hand while my ass contracts around his length. The moans that come out of my mouth are obscene, but I don’t care because no one’s here but us, and Shane loves it.
He grunts, pressing deep inside of my ass and holding himself there. His cock pulses and warmth shoots through me.
“Oh my God,” I cry. “Fill me up, Shane!”
He continues to unload inside me before his softening cock slips out, and we both flop to the bed, panting and exhausted. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, and I know I need to get up and take a shower, but I hardly have the energy.
I must have drifted off because Shane’s suddenly kneeling in front of me with a couple of warm washcloths.
“Pull your knees back,” he demands, and even though we just had sex, a blush still fills my cheeks. I do as he says, allowing Shane to clean me up. “You, uh . . .” Shane clears his throat awkwardly. “You probably need to use the restroom to get it all out.”
“I like the way it feels to keep some of you inside me.”
“Yeah?” he asks in amazement.
“Yeah.”
“Then I’m getting you a plug,” Shane informs me, and I can’t deny the thrill that shoots down my spine.
I want it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
TOBY
Ijolt awake to a loud boom that practically shakes the whole cabin, my eyes blinking into a black void. “What was that?” I whisper groggily, half-asleep and breathing heavily as if I just woke from a nightmare. A bright flash of light illuminates the entire bedroom in the blink of an eye, and my brain finally puts it all together. A thunderstorm. Another deep rumble makes the windows rattle.
“It’s close,” Shane murmurs. “Gonna check the weather app.” He reaches out, trying to feel for his phone on the nightstand.
Another flash of lightning, followed by a loud crack, has me whimpering and sinking deeper under the covers. The heavy rain pounds against the roof, and the wind howls, whipping around the cabin like an angry banshee.
“Can’t find my phone. Close your eyes one sec,” Shane warns before I hear the click of the lamp switch, but sense no light behind my closed lids. “Shit. I think the power’s out,” he grunts.
“Really?” I roll over and attempt to turn on my own bedside lamp with no luck. “Shit,” I parrot. My heart rate spikes, and I lie back down, curling myself into Shane. “What are we gonna do?”
“I scoped out the shed in the back when we first got here, and I saw a small generator. It should be enough to run the fridgeand maybe a light or two. Water still works, it’ll just be cold. No harm in that. We’ll be fine, Tobes. Promise.” Shane gives me a big, reassuring squeeze, easing some of my worry but not all of it. “Go back to sleep. I got you.”
Another loud boom gives me a scare, making me jerk in his arms. “I think Mother Nature has other plans because there’s no way I can sleep through this,” I admit. “Any idea when the storm’s gonna end?” My anxiety won’t allow me to relax, knowing we’re surrounded by potential danger. “What if a tree falls? It would crush the entire cabin!”
“Stop worrying. It’s passing over us right now,” Shane reassures me. “This is the worst of it.”
“How do you know?”
“My phone still works, and I also counted the seconds between the lightning and thunder. The storm is moving away from us. I promise, baby.”
“But—”
“Shhh . . .” Shane interrupts, rubbing my back slowly and methodically, helping me relax further so that I can try to enjoy the soothing sounds of the thunderstorm as it finally starts to move away. He continues with the soft circles on my back, and I fall asleep easier than I thought I could, safely wrapped in the arms of the man I love.
I think I may actually like thunderstorms when they’re with Shane.
The next morning, I wake up and find the bed empty. Shane’s already up, so I crawl out of the sheets and quickly make the bed. It’s hot and stuffy inside with no AC, so I grab a pair of comfyshorts and a tank top to throw on. It doesn’t take me long to find Shane on the back porch, grilling our breakfast.
As soon as I open the sliding glass door and step outside, a refreshing breeze sweeps over me and cools my flushed skin. We’ll have to open some windows today and get some air flow inside.
“That was crazy last night,” I say. “Now it’s all bright and sunny, as if the storm never happened.”
“Don’t be fooled. Scattered thunderstorms all day.”
