Page 53 of The Pass Protection
“I’m almost to my first class. I have a full day. What’s up?”
“Dammit. I was going to see if I could steal you away for the day.”
She hums. “I think I can make that happen.”
“Really?” I can’t contain the excitement in my voice.
“Yeah.” She giggles. “Anything for you.”
Rubbing my chest, her words brighten my day. I think it’s safe to say I’m gone for Bret Campbell. I’m just waiting for her to catch up.
“See you back at home.”
“See you soon.” We hang up, and I shift the truck into gear before peeling it out of the parking lot.
Once I’m back at the complex, I rush out of the truck before climbing the stairs two at a time. I’m desperately trying to beat the guys home to steal Bret away without them being any wiser. It’s a little after nine, so I caught Bret before her first morning class, and we can spend all day together. I have the perfect day in mind and am excitedto finally take my girl on an actual date. As much as I love our stolen kisses and late-night sleepovers, I’m ready to spoil her.
The door opens before I have a chance to turn the knob, and standing in front of me in a band T-shirt with some kind of sheer lace long sleeve underneath, destroyed denim shorts, and Doc Marten boots is my girlfriend.
She looks over my shoulder and skims the parking lot from where she can see. The coast must be clear because Bret grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me into her. Her mouth finds mine as her hands move to the back of my neck. Her fingernails scrape my skull as she skims through my hair.
I reach behind her thighs and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly as I move us inside the apartment, kicking the door behind us as I press her against the wall. Our tongues continue to duel, and the moan she lets out has my body responding. She grinds against me, and I’m fighting the urge to take her into my bedroom. Slowing down, I pull back slightly and pepper her skin with tiny kisses.
“Dammit, Rebel. As much as I’d love to see where this goes, I want to get you out of here before the guys come home and question us.” She sighs, and I smile, placing one last kiss on her lips.
She slides down my front and cups my erection through my shorts. “You sure I can’t take care of that for you?”
“Later, baby.” I groan, tipping my head to the ceiling. “Let me change my clothes, and we can head out.”
Bret tips her head. “Where are you kidnapping me to?”
“It’s a surprise, but plan on being gone all day.” I jog off to my room with a quickpeck to her forehead.
The almost hour-and-a-half drive to San Antonio has been smooth, as traffic has been light. Bret has been playing DJ on her phone as we’ve enjoyed a mostly silent drive. It’s been comforting not to feel like we need to fill the drive with conversation. We talk when something pops into our minds, but the conversation never feels forced.
It turns out Bret is a big music fan. I assumed that, but it was confirmed when she played DJ. Her playlist ranges from Mac Miller to Cage the Elephant to MGK and even some classic rock, which I am a big fan of.
I watch from the corner of my eye as Bret leans forward to read the road signs. “You’re taking me to San Antonio?”
“I am. Have you ever been?” She shakes her head, and I smile at the fact that we’ll both be able to experience something new together.
Navigating through the city streets, our eyes bounce from each side as we take in the new city. People mill along the streets as cars merge. The GPS guides us down the busy road as we search for a Tex-Mex restaurant to stop at for lunch. I didn’t grab anything to eat after this morning’s practice, and I’m starving. My stomach has been growling for the last thirty minutes.
We find a taco joint on the west side of the city. Turning into a parking spot, we both move to get out of the truck. Bret raises her arms above her head as she moves her body side to side, stretching. The two of us meet in front of my truck, and I reach for her hand, which she instantly takes. Bringing our joined hands to my mouth, I plant a soft kiss against her knuckles.
“Damn, it feels good to hold your hand in public.” Her eyes shimmer as her dazzling smile widens.
Crossing the street, I hold open the door to the restaurant. As we both step inside, we’re transported back in time. The older wooddecor looks to be original, and we read sign after sign praising the establishment for its puffy tacos, whatever those are.
“Welcome y’all,” the hostess greets. “Just the two of you joining us for lunch?”
“Yes, please.” Bret tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear as the hostess gathers menus before leading us to the table. She places the menus down and informs us the waiter will be right with us.
Scooting her chair closer to the table, Bret opens her menu and begins perusing the items. “I’m so hungry I think I could eat a whole cow.”
“Now that’s something I’d like to see.” I chuckle, reading over the menu.
“Don’t doubt me, Crew Riggsby.”
