Brad's Bachelor Party by River Jaymes Read Free Book Online

contact as Cole and Brad bucked in unison. Cole’s orgasm gained momentum, closing in from behind at a rate that was shocking, and he slipped his hands down the back of Brad’s jeans, gripping his ass to better coordinate their movements. He dug his fingers into the hard muscle. The speed of their hips didn’t change, but the intensity of the thrusts grew more forceful. More powerful. An almost angry desperation to the act.
    Along the way Brad seemed to lose control over his mouth, unable to coordinate a kiss. Instead, his lips simply parted against Cole’s, and damp, panting breaths filled the nonexistent space between their mouths. Until Brad arched his neck, exposing all that smooth skin…and Cole fell on Brad’s throat as if he were starving.
    Mapping the contour with his lips.
    Tracing the underside of the jaw with his tongue.
    When Cole scraped his teeth across the bounding pulse, Brad called out his name with a hoarse groan, hot streaks of cum striping Cole’s trunk.
    The feel of Brad shooting his load across his skin punched the orgasm from Cole’s body. Forcing the air from his lungs. Wrenching the blood from his veins.
    As the painful pleasure pounded through Cole and slowly eased, Brad sagged against him. Cole closed his eyes, loosely holding on to Brad’s hips as he drifted down from the high that might just prove to be his undoing.
    Several minutes must have passed before they shifted and Brad stood. Brandy was missing from the room, but a box of tissues was sitting on a nearby table. Feeling hot and flushed and all kinds of awkward, Cole cleaned himself up and adjusted his clothes. Brad looked deep in thought as he did the same, zipping his jeans and tucking in his shirt. And Cole wondered how they were going to get beyond this twisted turn in their friendship.
    The only consolation was that Ryan and Martinez would be so wasted by now, neither would notice the mess Cole and Brad had made of their clothes.
    A knock at the door occurred just before a familiar voice called out, “You decent?”
    In cut-offs and a halter top, Brandy reentered the room.
    “I think we bypassed decent about twenty minutes ago,” Brad said drily.
    “I’m glad we could get you two beyond your fight,” she said.
    A burst of edgy laughter erupted from Brad’s throat, and he pulled out his wallet and handed Brandy another five hundred dollars. “Only fair I take care of the tip.”
    As evidenced by the expression on her face, Brandy the heart-of-gold stripper now thought she was God’s gift to couples therapy. Brandy tucked the money into her halter top, beaming at them both.
    “Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, boys,” she said.
    And for the first time in Cole’s memory, even Brad managed to look embarrassed.

Chapter Seven
    Awesome. Just awesome.
    There was no way around the truth; Brad was going to have to go down to the beach and talk to Cole. Putting it off until tonight’s wedding rehearsal seemed like a bad idea. And lately Brad had been collecting bad ideas like there was a 50-percent-off special down at the garage sale for dumb shits.
    Staring at the blue waters and the majestic green mountain of the cove beyond, and his friend lounging on a hammock in the shade of two palm trees, Brad sucked in a breath and forced his bare feet across sand warmed by the noontime sun. Cole hadn’t spoken more than five words to him since they’d left the strip club last night. After dragging a seriously intoxicated Martinez from the club, with Ryan not too far behind, they’d poured their two friends into bed at their hotel and then split, Cole claiming the adjoining room while Brad stayed behind to stretch out on the couch. Pretending to sleep for five hours. His mind replaying the scene from the VIP room over and over and over…
    In the morning, he was so exhausted he could barely see straight.
    Cole hadn’t looked much better, and Ryan and Martinez were positively green around their nonexistent gills and every