Page 30 of The Bro Date (Best Bros Forever #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

TOBY

T hings are going great.

Shane and I are officially boyfriends. The dinner party with our friends went better than expected, and when we hold hands on campus, no one cares.

Even though I know I need to tell my parents before they find out on their own, I just haven’t been able to face them yet.

College is a lot to handle, and I don’t need their added stress.

Besides, I’ve been so busy with my classes and practicing violin that I’ve hardly even seen my boyfriend. Finals are coming up, and it’s been pretty all-consuming for both of us, especially with Shane’s work schedule added in.

Even though we live in the same house, I miss him, so I asked him to take the weekend off. I decided to plan a getaway for us. We deserve a break from how hard we’ve been studying, and Shane deserves a break from work. After all of the fun dates he’s planned for us, now it’s my turn.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” Shane asks while I lie on my stomach, half on him and half between his legs. We’re relaxing in bed after he just got off work, watching some old comedy.

“ Nope, ” I reply, popping the p .

“Then how am I gonna drive us there?” He boops my nose with a smirk.

“Oh, um . . .” I didn’t think about that. “I can put the address into your phone,” I propose, really wanting to surprise him the way he has for me.

“I’d feel more comfortable knowing where I’m going.”

Guess he doesn’t appreciate a good surprise the way I do.

“Fiiine. We’re going to the mountains in Tennessee. It’s about four and a half hours away, so not too bad. I rented a cabin and booked us an appointment at the local spa.”

Shane wraps his arms around me, the best he can in this position, kissing the top of my head. “You didn’t have to do that, Tobes.”

“We deserve this trip, and we deserve to relax. Just three more days, and we can leave after classes on Friday.”

I can’t wait to unplug from the world and spend some quality time alone with Shane.

We’re about an hour into the trip, and I am so excited and slightly impatient to get there and see the cabin in person.

I hope it’s as amazing as it looks online.

Shane’s driving my Audi since it has all the modern features that his truck doesn’t have, making it safer and more comfortable for long trips.

I lean my seat back, fold my arms behind my head, and stretch out my legs. “Ahh,” I sigh contentedly. “I love not driving.”

Shane snorts. “I love you for not driving, too.”

“ Hey, ” I whine, giving him the side-eye.

“That pole came out of nowhere. It wasn’t my fault,” I laugh, referring to my parking lot faux pas from last year that I can finally laugh about instead of cry.

Even though the damage was minimal, my parents weren’t happy, to say the least, and it only further drove the wedge in our relationship.

Not wanting to think about my parents for another second on this trip, I grab the bag of trail mix from the console between us and stuff a handful into my mouth. I check the map, making sure we don’t miss our next exit.

“So, I got you something,” Shane suddenly says.

“You and your surprises,” I tease. “Always trying to one-up me.”

“You’re the one whisking me away for a weekend getaway,” Shane says matter-of-factly.

“Touché. So, what did you get me?”

“You’ll see tonight.” Shane reaches over and gives my thigh a squeeze, allowing his hand to roam up to my crotch.

Blood instantly rushes to my cock, and I get hard in his hand, thrusting into it. “ Shit, ” I curse, knowing we have another three hours on the road, and I’m about to be left hanging.

I’m too easy.

Shane chuckles, fondling me through my shorts one last time before returning his hand to the wheel. “It’ll be worth the wait. Trust me.”

“I’m gonna take a nap,” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest and closing my eyes. “ Don’t miss our exit. ” I might be pouting, but he just left me horny and curious. Ugh.

Shane laughs again, and it’s loud and carefree with a little roughness around the edges. It’s magnetic and just for me. It’s officially my new favorite sound.

The cabin is everything I hoped it’d be and more.

The back deck is nearly as big as the inside, with a hot tub, sauna, and a complete outdoor kitchen area that Shane got excited about.

He ordered groceries as soon as we unloaded the car, insisting on cooking us dinner instead of going out, and I sure as hell won’t say no.

I’m currently lounging in the hot tub while Shane cooks our dinner on the large gas grill.

My stomach growls at the delicious, chargrilled smells wafting my way while the soothing sounds of bubbling water and birds chirping fill my ears.

It’s beautiful here, nestled in a lush green forest with picturesque mountains.

“I needed this,” I say with a sigh, leaning my head back and smiling into the warm heat of the sun. There’s something so rejuvenating about being in the mountains.

“Me too,” Shane agrees. “Thanks for planning this. It’s nice here.”

I crack one eye open, creeping on my boyfriend while he flips homemade kabobs without a shirt on. His skin glistens with a slight sheen of sweat, making his muscles look even sexier.

God, my boyfriend’s hot.

How did I get so lucky?

When Shane closes the lid to let our dinner finish cooking, I try to convince him to get in the hot tub with me, so I can do more than just ogle him. “You should join me. Play Marco Polo with our dicks.”

“As tempting as that sounds, the kabobs have to come off the grill in ten minutes, and I'm definitely gonna need more than ten minutes in there with you playing Marco Polo. Rain check?” Shane asks, strolling over to give me a quick peck on the lips.

“Okay,” I faux-pout. “But only ’cause I’m hungry and that tops horny.”

“I’ll show you who tops who,” Shane growls with another kiss on the lips, making me giggle.

“Be right back.” He disappears inside, returning with a stack of plates and silverware in one hand and a bowl of rice in the other.

Making one more trip, Shane comes back with a delicious-smelling sauce and a plate of warm pita bread.

“Oh my God. That looks amazing. Are the kabobs ready yet?” I ask like an impatient child waiting for their parents to finish cooking dinner. Honestly, he’s lucky I slept most of the drive here, or I probably would have asked the dreaded, are we there yet ?

Shane just chuckles, grabbing a plate and a pair of tongs before making his way over to the grill. “Just about. Go ahead and dry off.”

Overeager and a little impatient, I leap out of the hot tub, missing the top step completely and slipping on the edge with my wet feet.

“ Fuck! ” I shout, but before I make painful contact with the deck, Shane’s strong arms wrap around me, and I face-plant into his hard, bare chest. My heart is racing.

That could have been bad. That could have ruined the whole weekend before it even started.

“I’m no psychic, but I saw that coming,” Shane murmurs into my ear before setting me back on my feet. “Gotta be more careful with yourself. You’re too important.”

I blush at his words, staring into dark, intense eyes.

Shane steps away with his arms held out in front of him, like I might fall again. “You gonna be okay? We don’t need any injuries.” He tosses me a towel, and I catch it with an eye roll, wrapping it around my waist.

“Ha. Ha. That was just a freak mishap. Won’t happen again.

” I don’t even look his way, scurrying to the sliding glass door and down the short hallway to one of two bedrooms in the cabin.

I quickly pat myself down, slip off the wet trunks, and put on dry clothes.

It’s nothing special, just a pair of black athletic shorts and a loose white tank top.

But I don’t miss the way Shane’s eyes travel the length of my body when I step out while he’s setting the table.

“Wow,” I say, in awe at all the food. “Everything looks delicious. Thank you, Shane.”

The table is fit for a king, and I know I am beyond lucky to get to eat his cooking on the regular.

I take a seat across from him, while he serves me a little bit of everything from the kabobs.

Tender chicken and perfectly seasoned veggies like onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms fill my plate.

Next up is a scoop of sticky white rice and a dollop of tzatziki sauce.

I help myself to three pieces of pita bread and lean back to admire this incredible plate of food and the amazing chef who prepared it.

I hold my glass of water up. “To friendship, love, and enjoying our lives together.”

“And to my incredible boyfriend for planning this trip,” Shane adds, clinking his glass with mine. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” I whisper, trying not to get choked up.

“Dig in,” Shane encourages, picking up his knife and fork.

I stab some veggies and place them on a pita with a spoonful of tzatziki sauce on top. “ Mmm, ” I moan, rich flavors bursting across my tongue. “This is so good, Shane.”

He nods in acknowledgement, busy making a mini chicken pita.

We eat in comfortable silence, enjoying the fresh air, each other’s company, and most definitely the food.

After dinner, I wander to the bedroom with sleepy eyes until I spot a perfectly wrapped gift sitting on top of the bed. “Ahh. My surprise,” I murmur.

Shane wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head. “Did you forget?”

I nod, shimmying the lid off the gift box, plucking the sheets of tissue paper out, and tossing them in the air like it’s my birthday. When I realize what’s filling the box, my stomach hollows out and arousal burns low in my belly.

Shane got me lingerie.

A lot of lingerie.

“Is this a present for me or you?” I giggle, holding up a tiny piece of lace fabric. It’s a red thong with matching garters and thigh-high stockings. The next one is a black mesh one piece that definitely goes up my ass.