Page 85 of The Bro Date
Despite the dull ache in my forearm, the anticipation of what Toby will say is keeping me going, so I head to the jewelry store next. I’m searching for something pretty specific, and I’m hoping I’m lucky enough to find it.
By the fourth store, I’m ready to call it quits, but I finally find what I’m looking for, as if the universe itself guided me here.A wolf pendant.And not just any pendant, it’s a bust, with the wolf howling at the moon. It’s perfect, and it matches my tattoo. If I’m adding a butterfly to my body to represent Toby, then I want him to have a piece of me close to his heart as well. I just hope he appreciates the sentiment and doesn’t freak out when he sees the tattoo.
When I get home, Toby’s Audi is the only car in the driveway, so I know Spencer and Jake are both gone. My lip quirks, excited for an empty house to go along with this big of a surprise. Toby was right, we definitely need our own apartment next year.
As soon as I open the front door and walk in, the smooth sounds of Toby’s violin come dancing down the stairwell and into my ears.Good.He’s busy right now. Before I go see him, I quietly jog up the stairs and disappear into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me without a sound.
I tug a gray hoodie over my head, hiding the jewelry box in the oversized front pocket. Next, I rifle through my sock drawer, searching for something I stashed there earlier this week. My fingers wrap around the smooth silicone, and I slip it into my hoodie pocket, too, before I make my way to his bedroom.
“Hey,” I murmur, knocking on the doorframe before I walk in. Toby’s perched on the end of his bed with a music stand in front of him, adjusting the tuning pegs on the top of his violin. He’s been practicing more than normal, getting ready for his end-of-the-year solo. It’s a big deal, for him and for theorchestra, bringing in vital donations for the music department. I know he’s stressed about it, so I hope I can help take his mind off it. Even if just for a night.
“Hey. I didn’t even hear you come home. How was the mall?” Toby asks with a sweet and interested smile. He sets his violin and bow down, giving me his complete attention.
“Good,” I say, reaching into my hoodie pocket and making sure I pull out the right gift at the right time. I hold the small blue box in the palm of my hand. “I got you something,” I tell him.
“You did?” Toby’s dimples pop out, and he takes the small box, opening the lid and gasping. He freezes, his eyes downcast and staring at the silver pendant intently.
“Do you like it?” I murmur, starting to get a little worried.
“Oh my God.No . . .”
My heart drops like a two-ton weight inside my chest.
“I love it.”
I take a deep breath, letting the relief wash over me. “I wanted you to always have a piece of me with you, like I now have of you.”
Toby finally lifts his eyes from the pendant, tilting his head in confusion. “Did you get one too?”
I shake my head, carefully lifting up my sleeve and showing off my new purple butterfly tattoo.
Toby gasps when he sees my forearm, covering his mouth and staring at me with wide, unblinking eyes. “You got a tattoo for me?” he asks in utter disbelief.
I nod, grabbing his hand and stroking his knuckles with my thumb. “I did.”
“It’s a butterfly . . .”
“Yes. It represents the first time we metandour first date. A symbol of our love.” I can’t fully express how Toby’s love makes me feel, but it makes my chest heavy in a way that feels good, likea warm, weighted blanket or a bowl full of my nonna’s spaghetti. Our bond requires no effort, and it never has. We have the type of love that just is and always has been.Always will be.“You’re my soulmate, Tobias Livingston. My beautiful, delicate butterfly, and I will protect you for the rest of our lives.”
“Shane,” Toby cries out, practically launching himself at me and clinging to my body as I walk us backward to the bed. “I love you so much,” he whispers into my ear while I lay him down, settling between his spread thighs and hovering above him while my forearms cage his head.
“I’m lucky to know you and honored to love you, butterfly.” I peck his lips softly. Reverently.
“Make love to me,” Toby whispers against my mouth. “Please, Shane. I need you inside me.”
So needy, and I love it.
I take my hoodie off, careful not to bump my arm or spill the remaining contents of my pocket, setting the bundle of fabric on top of Toby’s desk and slipping my T-shirt off next. I glance back at him and find him completely naked, propped up on his elbows and staring at me hungrily while he strokes himself. I unbutton my jeans next, never taking my eyes off of him as I drop my pants to the floor with a thud and step out of them. My cock tents the front of my boxer briefs, and Toby’s eager eyes zero in on it.
“You like this, baby?” I tease, squeezing myself through the fabric.
“Yes.Hurry,” Toby whimpers, completely impatient.
My thumbs slip into the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly and making my cock spring free, slapping my abdomen obscenely.
Toby giggles, but his tinkling laughter dies out the moment I place a knee on the bed. He bites his lip, spreading his legs for me as I crawl up his body. I seal my lips to his, kissing himwith my whole body and soul, our tongues tangling and energy colliding.
“Show me how much you love me,” Toby pants into my mouth, so I reach over and grab the lube from his nightstand drawer.
