Page 68 of The Bro Pact
His cock pulses against my sensitive flesh, shooting load after load into me and down my crease. He rubs the sticky mess in, poking my hole like he’s trying to keep his cum in.
Fuck that’s hot.
I can’t wait to see Kyle fully lose control and fuck me.
But for now, I’ll be happy with the feeling of his warm spunk dripping out of my used hole.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
WARREN
The sayingtime flies when you’re having funhas never felt more true than it does in this moment. I’ve been avoiding the calendar app on my phone because I’m afraid to count the days left, knowing it would be on one hand.
The journey to the coast isn’t a long one. We could have been there long ago, but this whole trip has been about having fun with my best friend, forgetting about chicks, and seeing a piece of the world.
No schedules, no deadlines, and no stress.
We’ve accomplished all of that and more, becoming even closer than we were. Maybe we took the pact a little too far when we started messing around, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I just hope that it isn’t all ruined when we finally go home and face reality.
Shaking the negative thoughts away, I focus on the present instead. We just saw the fucking Grand Canyon, and now we’re doing something else fun today. Somethinggood. And I think Kyle’s going to appreciate that.
“Oh my God! No way!” he shouts as we turn into the dusty drive with a giant wooden sign readingMan’s Best Friend Animal Sanctuary. “Puppies?”
I glance over and nod, his baby blues shimmering with an innocent sort of happiness that’s infectious. “And more.”
Kyle’s eyes widen, blond brows darting toward his forehead as his jaw slowly drops. “Kitties?”
I nod again. “Yup. Bunnies too. Birds. And even some wild animals before they’re released back into the wild. These animals get to live in a beautiful canyon while receiving top care or awaiting new homes.”
Kyle is buzzing with excitement like a little kid at the zoo.
I love seeing him like this.
We park in a shaded area in the back, making our way to the welcome center so we can sign in for the volunteer session I secretly booked online the other day.
“Good morning! Welcome to Man’s Best Friend Animal Sanctuary. How can I help you on this lovely, sunny day?”
“Hello,” I say to the cheerful lady behind the desk, offering her a big smile. “I have a booking under Moretti.”
“Great!” she chirps, clicking away on her keyboard. “Let’s see here . . . Ah! There we go, I see your shift scheduled.”
Kyle side-eyes me at the wordshift.
“Just checking you in now. Can I please see your IDs?”
We both take out our wallets and hand her our real driver’s licenses, not the fake ones we use to go drinking.
She scans them into the computer before handing them back. “All righty, Warren and Kyle, you’re all set. Here are your nametags and schedule. You’ve got an hour of puppy cuddling, then rabbit snacks, a dog hike, and finally cleaning litter boxes.”
Not looking forward to the last task, but I understand we’re here to do some work and not just offer our love and affection. Although that’s important for these animals too.
“Hannah will show you to the puppy room.”
A girl around our age, who’s probably volunteering for the summer for college credit if I had to guess, walks out in khakishorts with an oversized company T-shirt tucked in. “Hey guys! Follow me.” Her smile is warm and friendly, just like everyone else we’ve seen so far.
Hannah shows us to the puppy room where volunteers can spend time cuddling and playing with the puppies. Besides the two of us, there are a couple of families with little kids already waiting.
“Potty station is over there,” Hannah says, pointing to a trash can and baggies set up in the corner. “Just in case any of the pups decide to poop. Make sure you spray and wipe the concrete, don’t just pick it up. Thank you, and have fun!” Hannah leaves, and then a garage-type door is opened and over a dozen puppies dash out—all different sizes and breeds.
