Page 118 of The Pass Protection
“Crew.” She wiggles her hips, pushing her pussy closer to my face.
“Greedy girl.”
“Stop teasing me. It’s been so fucking long.”
Her chest heaves at the anticipation of what’s to come, and a smirk plays on my lips. Squinting, her glare turns serious. When she starts toopen her mouth, I flatten my tongue and run it through her slit before swirling it across her clit.
“Fuck, Crew.” Her words are drawn out around a moan.
It’s the sexiest sound in the world, and my cock hardens to granite as her hands find my hair. The ache to grip my cock washes over me, and I wish I could wrap my fist around it while I taste her. There’s something about eating Bret’s pussy that turns me ravenous as her sweet taste hits my tongue.
With her hands fisting my hair, she glides her pussy up and down my tightly shaved beard seeking friction. Glancing up, I watch her closed eyes as her lips part before she bites down on her lower lip. A hand leaves my head and finds its way to her breast, where she begins massaging it before pulling on her nipple. The sensation spurs her on as she rides my face. Her back arches as I flick her clit before I lap up every drop of her wetness before plunging my tongue inside her.
“Oh goddd,” she moans as she pushes my face further into her pussy. I chuckle at her greediness for more. My quiet girl has turned into a ravenous rebel with her insatiable need.
Her legs quake against my head, and I know that her release is close. Removing my tongue, I lick my way up to her clit. Using my lips, I suck her clit into my mouth. Her deep moan reverberates off the walls as she screams something indecipherable. Eating her faster, she grinds her hips against my face as I lap at her.
“Mmm, I’m so close. Right there, Crew. Right there!”
“I need you to come all over my face, Rebel,” I tell her.
Giving sloppy kisses to her pussy as her hips buck off the bed. With a hand across her hips, I hold her in place while I devour her. Her pussy pulses against my tongue as she gets wetter, letting me know she’s on the precipice.
She screams my name as my cock screams for his release as she comes all over my face. Glancing up, I watch her watch me lick and suck her sensitive bundle of nerves as she falls over the edge. Her orgasm takes control of her body as she shudders with her release.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” Her words are breathy as her chest heaves and her eyes droop.
She leans up on her elbows as a wicked gleam lights her face. “Get on your back, baby. It’s my turn.”
Collapsing in a heap of limbs, our chests heave as we both come down from our orgasms for the third time. Dark hair splays over the white pillow as I move to untangle my legs in the sheets spread haphazardly around the bed. Bret plays with the smattering of blonde hair at my waist. Everything feels right with her by my side.
As I hold her close, I realize that, just like in the game, my job is to cover the pass protection—shielding her not just from the world but also from the dark thoughts that creep in, protecting her from the battles she fights in her own mind, and guarding our future together.
No matter where life takes us, one thing I know for sure is that we’ll do it together.
4 Months Later
Standing in front of the mirror, I admire my reflection one last time before we have to leave for graduation. The black fabric clings to me, hugging every curve just right. The ruching and slight slit add a touch of texture, drawing my eyes down to where my dress flares into a playful mini skirt. I adjust the wider straps until they’re sitting in the correct spot on my shoulders, providing a comfortable fit that contrasts beautifully with the elegant square cut of the neckline. I take a deep breath, feeling the soft fabric against my skin, and know this dress was made for moments like this—where I need to look and feel my best.
Four months have gone by in a blink. Between classes and assignments, the second semester has been hard to keep up with anything outside of schoolwork. Sunday dinners were few and far between. Brynn moved in the middle of December, placing the first hole in our group. But a few weeks later, their baby girl, Cleo, was born a few weeks early. Once baseball season began, Chloe traveled with the team for the second year as the lead reporter for the school’s newspaper. The guys on the team were busy with the start of their new baseball season.
With the beginning of the end, the guys and I started our own traditions. We spent more nights in with video game tournaments and junk food. The four of us settled into a new norm. Instead of Sunday dinners with all of our friends, it was a takeout night where, each week, we would try a new restaurant. A lot of times, Grant would join us, too.
One thing that hasn’t changed is Crew and I’s dedication to each other.
After our celebration that night in Las Vegas, we spent the rest of the night rehashing my mental health break and where we went from there. I explained to him the plan my family and I created with the help of Grant’s friend. With the help of campus police, we worked with local law enforcement to obtain a restraining order, and I described how I flew to Tucson to sign copies and give my statement. When the police arrived to inform Chad, he practically shit his pants from nerves. What he thought was harmless was never that for me. When the authorities threatened jail time, he wept in the interrogation room. I watched behind one-way glass and felt relief as the weight was lifted.
Chad was no longer our problem.
“Now that that mess is taken care of, what should we do for the rest of the night?” he asked, kissing my temple.
“I’m not sure if I can go again, Crew. I’m a little sore.”
“Wanna go get married? We’re in Vegas, after all?”
My booming laughter fills the room as I poke him in the side. “I am not pulling a Quinton and Brynn and eloping with you. Besides, I want a better proposal than that.”
