Page 37 of The Bro Pact
Ren is lying next to me, face down, andnaked.
His bare body is on full display.
I’m unable to look away from the gentle curve of his spine and his powerful, firm glutes.
I bite my fist as blood rushes to my groin.
I’ve never felt like this before. Not from looking at Marissa, or any other woman for that matter.
He’s beautiful. Strong. Masculine.
I shake the confusion from my brain and place the towel over his ass, covering it from my perverted perusal. I place the bag ofice on top of his tail bone, allowing the cold to seep through the towel and dull the pain.
Warren sighs, his eyes still closed. “Better. Thank you.”
After ten minutes, I hear him snoring softly next to me. I remove the ice pack, allowing his body time to recover from the cold.
Another ten minutes pass while I continue to lie here, propped up by my elbow, watching him sleep like a creeper. It doesn’t matter though, because I’ll do anything to make sure he’s okay. I set the ice back down on the towel covering his bare ass, repeating the process a few more times before I get too tired and pass out next to my naked best friend.
Warren rolls over, stretching and groaning in bed next to me. I squeeze my eyes shut, lying stiff as a board, acting like I haven’t been awake for the past thirty minutes, allowing him to sleep on my chest and use me as a pillow while I take surreptitious sniffs of his soft, coconut-scented hair.
“Why am I naked with a sore ass?” Ren mumbles groggily into his pillow. “I would have wanted to remember something as monumental as losing my butt virginity.”
I roll over and face him, snorting as I smack him with a pillow. “Shut up.Don’t worry, your virtue is safe.”
We sit up and lean against the headboard, lounging in bed before getting up and deciding what to do for the day.
“Seriously though, whydoesmy ass hurt?” Ren grimaces, adjusting his position in bed. “And my cheek.” Ren touches his cheekbone where a small bruise has bloomed.
“Those guys you were hanging out with at the bar got a little rowdy, and you took a tumble off one of the stools. I got you home, iced you up.” I summarize the events of last night, downplaying what really happened.
“Derek.That asshole,” he mutters. “Wanted me to suck his nasty dick.Yeah right,” Ren scoffs. “Just ’cause I have a tongue ring doesn’t mean I’m into that. And even if I was, he’s not my type.At all.”
“You have a type?” I blurt out, even though it’s not exactly relevant to what’s happening.
Warren shrugs a shoulder, chuckling softly. “Blondes maybe?I’m not really sure to be honest. No one’s caught my attention longer than a night. Well, other than Paige. But we won’t talk about her.”
I can’t imagine hooking up with someone one time and never speaking to them again.
It’s all too casual for me. Sex has always been . . . I don’t know,special? Full of feelings and emotions andlove.
“Ren . . .” I whisper, needing to ask him something serious now that we’re both sober.
“Yeah?” His steely eyes examine my face quizzically.
“How come you didn’t freak out when you caught me jerking off yesterday?” I ask, feeling a little vulnerable yet determined.
I need to know.
“Because I was freaking the fuck out. Still am,” I admit, and the awkwardness of talking about it might actually kill me.
But in true, Ren-like fashion, he shrugs, unconcerned and nonchalant about it all. Not an ounce of embarrassment in sight. “I guess I didn’t freak out because it’syou, Kyle. The one person on this Earth who knows me best. The one person who always has my back.” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “What could be scary about that?”
His words sink in as we sit here in our bed, shoulder to shoulder.
“It meant something to me, too,” I say softly, revealing a raw and vulnerable piece of my heart.
Ren lays his hand on the bed between us, palm up.
