Page 103 of The Bro Pact
It’s Ren.
An instant calm settles over me, and I tap the green button right away. “Hey, bro.”
Ren’s way-too-good-looking face fills my screen. “Hey, Ky. What’s up? How’s summer school going?”
I sigh deeply. “I’m already regretting it, to be honest. Guess my mind’s a little distracted right now.”
The truth is, I haven’t been able to concentrate in class, and I’m worried about my first macro exam. This gay crisis stuff is too much for me to handle, especially considering I never once questioned it before this trip with Ren.
“I know what you mean,” Ren agrees with a tired sigh. “I don’t really feel like working on cars this summer either. It’s been hard, man. I wish we were back on the road, stopping wherever we want and doing whatever we want.”
“Same,” I whisper, draped in a blanket of melancholy.
“Maybe next year we should plan our trip at the end of summer so we can look forward to it instead of being a couple of Eeyores for two months,” he suggests.
I chuckle because I was thinking the exact same thing, not enjoying these prolonged sad-boy feelings one bit.
“Hey, you know what? Let’s turn this pity party around and go out this weekend. A bunch of people from school are.”
“I don’t know, man.” Even though I want to see Ren, I don’t really feel like going out.
“And that’s exactly why you need to come out with me.”
I sigh, releasing a loud whoosh of air.
“Rusty’s is having a four-dollar special,” he sing-songs.
“Fiiine,” I say, giving in to Ren like I always do. “Who’s gonna be there?”
I guess I could use some sort of jolt back to reality, because I’ve been in a serious funk ever since our trip ended.
“Um . . . Val, some of her girlfriends, and a few of the guys like Coop, Aaron, and Josh. Oh, and possibly your brother if he catches wind that Val will be there. I can pick you up at eight on Friday, and we could grab a bite to eat first. If you want.”
“Sounds good to me, but I’ll drive. You did more than enough driving on our trip.”
“You can leave your truck in the back of Rusty’s. Coop’s older brother is the manager. I’ll just order an Uber home ’cause you’re definitely drinking with me, Ky.” Warren’s smile is so charming and so focused on me that I forget all about Marissa’s texts when I’m talking to him.
“Deal.” I smile back, looking forward to spending some quality time with him.
The moment we hang up, I’m brought back to reality when a handful of buzzes vibrate my phone.
Speak of the devil—it’s Marissa again.
I need to forget about all the question marks in my life and get wasted this weekend.
It’s Friday night, and we’re both drunk, stumbling to my truck parked in the back of the bar parking lot. As soon as we climb in, Ren crawls onto my lap, straddling me.
“What are you doing?” I gasp out, grabbing his waist in an attempt to steady him.
He starts kissing my neck in a hurry. “Exactly what I’ve been thinking about and dreaming about nonstop. What I’ve been dying to do ever since we got home and went to our separate houses.” Warren licks and sucks his way over to my lips, devouring them.
He shoves his tongue deep inside my mouth until I can taste the whiskey he’s been drinking all night.
I should be embarrassed of the whimper I make, but I’m not.
I’m too far gone to care.
Too horny for him and too fucking needy.
