Page 55 of The Bro Pact
Using both hands, I gently scratch his scalp, continuing south to his neck and shoulders, massaging the stiff muscles there until he groans. “Keep doing that, and we’ll never get out of Moab,” Ren moans.
It’s been a long morning, stopping two more times to make coffee, but at least the pleasant aroma of Colombian dark roast has comforted us the entire way.
We’ve been driving through the desert for hours, nothing but dying shrubs and glimpses of the canyon in the distance to tease us.
“Are we there yet?” I whine, unable to keep the childish question inside my head where it belongs.
Despite all the caffeine, I’m starting to lose the battle with sleep, but we’ve got to almost be there.
Warren chuckles. “Now I know how your dad always felt on all those zoo trips when we were kids. And no, for the third and final time, we are not there yet. If we were, the RV wouldn’t still be moving.”
Smartass.
I glare at him with no real animosity, and he glances over, laughing at my scowl.
I’m just eager to get there and get some exercise in.
Ren found the perfect campsite on the app. It’s located a mile south of Horseshoe Bend, with beach access and great hiking options along the river.
Twenty minutes later, I’ve nearly dozed off, but Ren shouts, making me jolt upright.
“We’re here!”
Before we go to the campground, we’re stopping at the main Horseshoe Bend overlook for a photo op first.
He parks the RV in a crowded visitor’s lot, and we hop out, ready for a hike.
“Follow me,” Ren says confidently, strolling across the dusty parking lot.
His calves stretch and flex with each step, and the tiny athletic shorts show off his toned thighs and tight ass?—
“The view is over here,” Ren says loudly and slowly, as if trying to get my attention.
My gaze darts up and meets his. Heat settles in my cheeks when I realize I’ve been caught staring.
What does it matter if I was checking him out?
My dick’s been in his mouth.
“Ky, I was just joking. I can see you overthinking. Come on,” Ren whispers when I seem to be stuck.
I finally move, following him as he leads us down a dirt path and through a sea of sand, shrubs, and rocks for what feels like a mile or two.
The obstructions finally clear, and I gasp at the sheer natural beauty of Horseshoe Bend as we walk up to a short wooden fence.
“Wow,” I murmur, taking in the breathtaking view in front of us.
I’m speechless.
“It’s magnificent,” Ren breathes.
He gets out his camera, snapping a pic before insisting on a selfie with me.
After we take a few more photos with our phones, we perch on the wooden railing, staring into the river and silently reflecting.
We don’t have to say anything, we can enjoy each other’s company and clear our heads without words.
I stare below as a few speedboats circle by, drifting into a peaceful lull.
