Page 27 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SHANE

W e get home from the party and kick our shoes off by the front door. My face throbs, and my eye is swelling up from the fight with Landon, but I’m not one to whine, so I don’t say anything.

“We need to get ice on that,” Toby urges, his brows creased with worry. “It’ll help stop the swelling.”

I follow him to the kitchen on autopilot, my mind spinning with replays of tonight.

He gets out a soft ice pack and fills it with ice from the refrigerator door.

I lean against the kitchen counter and fold my arms across my chest, staring at the grout lines in the tile while everything goes out of focus.

“Put this on your eye, Shane. He hit you really hard,” Toby hiccups, and I glance up from the floor at the distressed sound, narrowing my eyes on his quivering lip and watery stare.

“ Butterfly, ” I murmur, taking two large steps forward and wrapping him in my arms. “I’m okay, I promise.

He barely got me.” That might be a half-truth, but he doesn’t need to know that my teeth ache, and my eye socket is throbbing from Landon’s punches.

Because I’d take a thousand more for him.

“Thanks for the ice, it’ll help,” I add, pressing the soft fabric to my eye and relishing the cold.

I take a deep breath and close my other eye, trying to shake off tonight.

Landon’s disrespect makes me want to protect Toby from the world and make him mine. Officially.

“I hate that tonight ended like that,” he sniffles. “I just wanted us to have fun. You were right, we should have just stayed in.”

“ Hey. Listen. I’m fine. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I murmur gently, lifting his chin with my forefinger. “None of this is your fault. Absolutely none of it,” I reiterate, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“Okay. Thanks, Shane.” Toby smiles weakly and grabs two water bottles from the fridge before leading me toward the stairs.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says over his shoulder, and I can’t help but stare at his perfect ass taking step after step all the way up.

I follow him into my bedroom, where he pulls back the covers and motions for me to get in.

I slip out of my jeans and T-shirt, sliding into the cool sheets in nothing but my boxer briefs. I got a small glimpse of the underwear Toby grabbed before he went to the bathroom to change, and I’m dying to see him in it. “Gonna join me?” I ask

“Yes. But put that back on your eye,” Toby insists, so I listen to my nurse, sighing when the cold relieves some of the ache.

He slips the loose tank top over his head and then shimmies out of his tight Bermuda shorts.

My breath hitches when he’s standing before me in nothing but a silky purple thong.

“My feet are cold,” he says innocently, turning around to look in my sock drawer.

I grit my teeth and curse the sharp pain that radiates through my aching jaw.

Fuck, his ass is amazing, and I can’t wait to get my hands on it again.

“Get over here,” I growl, and Toby just giggles, knowing exactly what he’s doing when he bends over to slip my socks on.

Toby spins around with his dimples on full display, standing there in a purple thong and my tall white crew socks. I drink him in, taking a mental picture that I will cherish forever. He laughs shyly, running a hand through his thick, messy curls.

My dick is rock-fucking-hard for him.

“Come here, butterfly,” I demand, pulling the covers back and thrusting my hips upward to show him just how hard my cock is.

Toby bites his lip, the blush I love so much settling into his cheeks. I glance down and nearly come at the sight of his erection stretching and straining against the tiny dick pouch in his underwear.

I’ve never seen something so fucking alluring in all my life.

Slowly making his way over, Toby slips into the sheets, facing me.

“Hi,” he says innocently, hiking a leg over my thigh and rubbing our cocks together.

“Mmm. Hi,” I moan, grabbing a handful of his plump ass and pressing us harder together. I capture his lips, kissing him deeply while we grind against each other.

Toby suddenly pulls back. “We need to be careful, Shane. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly, chewing on his lower lip. “You’re injured.”

I chuckle at how thoughtful he is. “I’m fine. You won’t,” I tell him. “Your kisses only make me feel better.”

“But you still need to ice it,” he insists, setting the pack on my bruised eye once again. “Right away.” Toby kisses me while he holds it there, raking his other hand through my long, unruly hair.

I grab his waist and haul him on top of me, slightly grimacing at the pain in my shoulder from when I tackled that asshole.

“What’s wrong?” Toby asks observantly, his eyes searching my bare torso, but finding nothing. “What hurts?”

“I’m fine. Just a little sore from the fight.”

“Where?” he questions further, running his hand over my bare chest and brushing against my nipples.

“Shoulders,” I murmur, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Let me draw you a bath, then. It’ll help your sore muscles,” he offers. We have a separate tub that nobody but Toby uses, so I know it’s always clean.

“Okay,” I agree, staring at his ass while he climbs out of bed, imagining burying my face between his cheeks while warm water splashes around us. I lick my lips, allowing my eyes to slowly roam his body until I get to his smiling, blushing face. “Only if you take it with me.”

“These are my favorite bath salts,” Toby says, sprinkling a handful of something that smells like vanilla cupcakes into the water. “It’s all natural and scented with essential oils, so it’s really good for your skin.” He mixes it around with his hand, allowing it to dissolve into the hot water.

Once the tub is nearly full, Toby turns it off.

Steam hovers in the air, fogging up the mirrors.

Beads of moisture cling to my skin before I even get near the water.

I drop my boxer briefs and climb into the old porcelain tub, sinking down into hot, soothing water.

“ Mmm, ” I hum, feeling better as my tense and bruised muscles instantly relax.

“I was right, huh?” Toby teases, “A bath always helps.”

I peek my good eye open. “Then join me,” I murmur, and we lock gazes as Toby slowly steps out of his thong, leaving the tiny pile of fabric on the bathroom floor.

His cock is hard and desperate for release, the tip a pretty dusky pink. I lick my lips, wanting to taste all of him.

Toby steps into the tub while I hold one of his hands, helping him settle between my legs with his back to my chest. He gets comfortable, and I know he can feel my erection digging into his back.

Toby sighs, leaning his head against my chest. “The water feels amazing, and so does your cock.”

I chuckle, wrapping an arm around him and tracing small circles on his belly. “A bath is nice with you in my arms,” I admit, letting my sore muscles soak.

“Mhm,” Toby agrees, and we both close our eyes, relaxing into one another and allowing the silky water and fragrant steam to dissolve our stress.

Toby suddenly jolts in my arms as if on the verge of sleep, moaning when I press my cock against his back, reminding him where he’s at.

I start drawing circles on his stomach again, continuing lower this time, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin as my hand wraps around his cock.

“This okay?” I murmur into his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Y-yes. More,” he encourages, arching his back for me. I kiss his neck, sucking on the tender flesh. I’m sure I’m leaving marks, but I don’t care right now. He’s mine.

I let go of his cock, making him whine until I slip my finger underneath his balls and circle his hole. Toby whimpers, bending his knees and exposing himself further.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper into his ear. “When I touch you here?” I press my finger firmly against his hole without penetrating him.

“Y-yes,” he stutters again. “Shane, please.”

“Please, what?” I tease, licking into his ear and making him whimper.

“ Please, just finger me, ” he nearly cries.

“Not here, and not without lube,” I reply, continuing to dance my finger around his rim before I stroke his cock once again. “I want you to be comfortable when I fuck you for the first time,” I whisper, my lips moving against his ear.

“ Oh my God, ” Toby sobs. “Shane. I need you.” He abruptly stands, water sloshing everywhere.

I instinctively grab his arm so he doesn’t slip and fall.

The last thing we need tonight is another injury.

Toby carefully steps out of the tub and onto the towel laid out on the ground.

He turns the shower on, testing the water temperature.

“Let’s rinse off and take this to bed, then,” he says, blushing at his own eagerness.

My cock pulses with desire. I’ve never had a partner so desperate and needy before. It makes my dick harder than I thought was even possible.

Especially because it’s Toby who wants me.

“Wanna try something?” I murmur, staring hungrily at Toby’s towel-wrapped body, fresh from the shower.

“Yeah?” he asks with a curious, little half-smile.

I slowly step forward like I’m afraid I’ll spook him. Releasing Toby’s towel, I let it drop to the floor and step back to admire his glistening, toned body fully lotioned up. He shaves everything . As I just confirmed in the shower.

“So fucking sexy. Do you think you can get on your hands and knees for me?” I whisper gently.

Toby licks his lips and swallows thickly, nodding slowly before crawling onto the bed and looking over his shoulder at me.

“Good boy,” I encourage, running a hand along his spine and pressing down between his shoulder blades so he arches his back, exposing his hole to my starving eyes. “Mmm. So beautiful,” I praise, running a finger between his cheeks and circling his hole the same way I did in the bath.