Page 85 of The Bro Pact
My mind continues to race, questioning every attraction I’ve ever had.
But I keep circling back to one significant fact; I’ve never felt this way for anyone.
Ever.
Just Ren.
Only Ren.
After sorting through my fucked-up feelings and getting nowhere, I’ve at least been able to come to one important conclusion out here.
I’m not ready for it to end so soon.
The RV door nearly flies off the hinges when I yank it open in a hurry. I sprinted back as if my life depended on it, and right now, it sure feels like it does.
Warren jolts awake from his prone position on the couch while some old Will Ferrell comedy plays softly in the background.
It’s as if time stills for a moment, and I see him in slow-motion.
Sleepy-eyed with messy black hair spilling everywhere.
Jesus Christ.
He looks fuckable.
“I’m sorry for running off like that.” The quiver in my voice is audible, and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking horny and so desperate to feel connected to him right now.
Desperate to beinsidehim.
“Ren, I need you.”
As soon as my words register, his tired eyes brighten with arousal. “You got me, baby,” Ren insists, jumping up and practically lunging at me.
Our mouths slam into each other, tongues tangling. My hands roam his body urgently, slipping into the waistband of his boxers and tugging him closer by his ass.
Ren bumps into me, and we’re chest to chest; his warm, soft skin pressed to mine.
“I love the feel of your big, sweaty body rubbing against me,” Ren moans while I squeeze his ass, slipping a finger in between and causing him to suck in a sharp breath of air.
I’m glad, because there’s no time for a shower.
“Can I fuck you again?” I ask, sounding more like a plea than a question.
I think I might die if he says no.
“Yes,” he says in a whisper, and it’s the only word I need to hear.
We fumble to the bedroom in a flurry of kissing and touching.
Ren finally pries his lips from mine, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and setting the mood with a slow, seductive song I’ve never heard before. He takes his boxer briefs off next, laying back on the bed completely naked.
I follow suit, wiggling out of my athletic shorts and flinging them into the corner of the room before crawling onto the bed and hovering beside him.
“Can you prep yourself for me?I wanna watch.”
I’m not used to expressing what I want in the bedroom, I’m used to pleasing someone else and only worrying about them.
Warren makes me feel like I can voice my own desires.
