Page 117 of The Pass Protection
Dropping my helmet to my feet, my glove-covered hands cup her cheeks as I pull her face to mine. Desperate to taste her, I place a searing kiss on her succulent lips. She melts into my touch, and everything feels right in the world. Cameras flash around us, and I don’t even care if they capture hundreds of pictures. I no longer have to hide this woman behind closed doors.
“Woohoo!” A shout comes from beside us.
She pulls away, a grin splitting her perfect lips as she shyly tucks her face into my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in close as I find a smiling JP and Harris. Their bodies close in on us as they jostle us around.
“The squad’s all here!” JP shouts as Bret chuckles. “Welcome back, baby girl!”
“It’s good to be back.”
The guys get off us as she takes a step back. She flicks her hands toward the field. “Go, celebrate! Congratulations on winning!”
“Glad our lucky charm was back in the stands.” Harris winks at her before he and JP jog off.
“I’m really glad my lucky charm was here.”
A blush fills her cheeks as she smiles up at me. “I love you, Crew.”
Fuck, those three words. Those are the three words I’ve been so desperate to hear.
“I love you, too, Rebel.”
“Go celebrate with the boys. I’ll be waiting for you in your hotel room.” She flashes me a devilish look. All of the blood starts to rush to my dick as visions of what I’m going to do to her tonight flash in my head.
“Gross.” Grant moves up beside us as he flings his arm over Bret’s shoulders. “Now that you two have worked out your shit, I donotwant to hear about you defiling my sister. But I am glad to see you both smiling again.”
Bret pushes her brother off of her and toward me as she practically demands we go onto the field. The confetti has settled, and boxes are being brought out with Vegas Neon Light Show Championship hats and shirts.
Two hours later, I’m swiping my hotel key and pushing through the door to a waiting Bret. Standing at the large window that overlooks the strip with a beer bottle dangling from her fingers is a freshly showered Bret. Her long black hair hangs damp down over her shoulders, givingme the perfect view of my last name on her back. She slipped my jersey back on, which hangs mid-thigh, exposing her long, smooth legs.
Tossing my bag to the floor, I stride across the carpet as she watches me from over her shoulder. With her back to my front, I pull her in tight as I pepper kisses down her neck as she sighs into my touch.
“Crew,” she moans as she tries to turn in my arms. I know what she wants to say next.
Sucking the soft flesh into my mouth, I bite down, and she gasps. “Sex first, then talk.”
She nods, and I allow her to turn toward me. I press her against the wall as she shivers against the cool glass. Her lips find mine as she runs her fingers through my damp hair and pulls me closer to her. Our mouths open, and my tongue slides through her lips. Both of us are hungry with desire and longing as I devour her mouth. I taste the hoppy ale on her tongue, hungry for more. My cock jerks in my sweats, growing harder with each of her flicks across my tongue.
It’s been weeks since I’ve touched her, tasted her, fucked her, and I’m desperate to have the woman I love. She moans in my mouth, holding me closer to her as she plays with the hair at the base of my neck.
I never want to go without her touch.
My hands trail down the backs of her thighs as hunger roars through me. Gripping her thighs, she jumps in my arms as I carry her to the bed. A desperation to taste her rips through me as I gently toss her onto the mattress, where she bounces. Her hair flies around her as she lets out a giggle.
“You look sexy in my jersey, baby.” I lean over the bed and kiss her lips before trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, over the seam of her jersey, and her flat stomach as I push the material out of the way. Her bare pussy greets me, and my eyes roll at the sight.
The “lucky you” tattoo stares up at me, and I can’t help but think about how true that ink is. I am damn lucky to be hers. Skating the hand that is on her stomach, I grip the jersey and continue pushing it up.
“As hot as it is to see you in my jersey with my name on your back, I need to see you. All of you.” Bret leans forward, helping me remove the stretchy fabric, and we toss it somewhere behind me. I groan as I stare down at her exposed body. I take in every inch of her in her perfect form. My lips wrap around a pointed bud as I flick the metal barbell through her dusty rose-colored nipple. The piercing still drives me wild.
She whimpers, and I feel her try to close her legs. I tsk as I grab her bare pussy, and I suck her breast further into my mouth. I’m a man obsessed as I feel her silky skin beneath my touch. I’m desperate to taste her, to worship her entire body all night long.
My fingers skim through her slit, she’s soaked. Desperate for my touch. Her nipple frees from my lips with a pop. “Is all of this for me?”
“All of it. Touch me, Crew.”
I hum as I bring my arousal-coated fingers to my lips. Sucking her taste off, I moan as my eyes roll. My mouth fucking waters for her. It’s been way too long since I ate this pretty pussy, and I’m starving. Placing a knee on the bed, I climb over her legs before settling between them. I drop my face, hovering just above her opening as my eyes look up at her.
Our gazes lock as I watch her eyes darken with desire.
