Page 78 of The Pass Protection
Cheers pull my attention back to the game. I know I’m supposed to be focused and watching Bret, but aside from her talent, the game is really one-sided. I assumed that would be the case when I saw what they were wearing, but the lack of talent is astonishing when this league is pretty much a league composed of people who played in high school but didn’t want to pursue the game in college.
The game goes by in a blur. Bret’s team was outscoring the other team so badly that the announcer decided there would be a running clock during the entire second half to get the game over sooner. As the final buzzer sounds, Bret high-fives her teammates before lining up to shake the hands of the opposing team.
People stood from their seats as impatient students tried to rush out. Standing, I let the few people who were sitting on the other side of me pass by as I sat back down and waited for the chaos to settle. Coach and Grant still stood in the far corner, which means I’ll need to safely exit from a different direction.
I watch Bret move over to the bench, where she starts shuffling things around in her bag. It’s then that it dawns on me that I should send her a warning text.
Me: Your family is here. I’ll meet you at home.
Rebel: See you soon. ??
Glancing over, I notice Coach has his back to me as he and Grant talk with a group of people. Taking my chance, I quickly step down the bleachers and cut around the other side. A second door in the back will lead me down a few hallways to another rear entrance. Sweat gathers on my palms as my heart rate picks up. The guilt and anxiety are starting to wear on me.
Twenty minutes later, I’m lounging on the couch when the sound of keys jiggling in the lock alerts me. “Hey,” Bret’s soft voice calls as she pushes open the door.
Standing from the couch, I move toward the hallway as she rounds the corner. The corners of her mouth tip up. “Well, hey there, Batman.”
Reaching up, I toss the mask onto the dining table. “I can’t get the damn zipper to work.”
She turns her pointer finger in the air, instructing me to turn around. “How long would you have sat there if I hadn’t come home right away?”
“Probably all damn night,” I grumble—stupid Halloween costume.
I feel the zipper slide down my back as the material slides open. Bret trails her smooth hands back up my exposed back as she pushes the silky fabric off my shoulders. Moving until she’s in front of me, Bret continues working the fabric over my shoulders, down my biceps, until she’s pulling my hands free. Leaning forward, she sticks out her tongue and licks up my stomach, starting at the waistband of my boxers, over the indent of my abdominal muscles, over my chest, until she’s sucking the soft skin of my neck into her mouth.
Her hands explore the path she just licked before her fingertips grip on to the one-piece costume. I watch in fascination as she slowly drops to her knees, bringing the material with her. My cock juts out as best it can while still being restrained by my boxer briefs.
In slow, calculated movements, she trails her hands up my thighs, gripping me as she goes. From her kneeling position, she stares up at me, and the view is perfect. Bunny ears sit on top of her black hair, which is pulled high on her head in a ponytail. The white and blue striped tank top hugs her perky tits and toned stomach.
My hand reaches out as I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “So beautiful. You look so fucking beautiful on your knees.”
Her head tilts into my touch as I slide my thumb across her lips. Bret opens her mouth and sucks my thumb between her plump lips. Wrapping her lips around it, she twirls her tongue as she sucks my thumb deeper. I groan, wishing it was my cock her lips were wrapped around.
“I need to shower.”
“Well then, let’s go shower, baby.” Bending over, I scoop Bret up in my arms and carry her the few feet to the bathroom we share. The smell of her body wash still lingers in the air.
Coconut. Vanilla. Cocoa Butter.
Everything that makes up Bret.
She wiggles out of my grip as I set her on her feet, walk over to the shower, and twist the knob. I watch Bret remove the bunny ears and make slow, calculated movements as she strips out of her costume. Before I know it, she’s standing completely naked in front of me. No matter how often I get her to myself, I’m amazed at how perfect her body is. Freckles sporadically cover her body, her black ink on display, and muscles she’s worked so hard to achieve.
I slip out of my boxers and grab two fluffy towels from the closet. When we both put navy towels in the closet, I couldn’t help but smile at how much we both liked the color navy. Pulling open the shower curtain, I climb in over the tub’s ledge. Bret watches, her intrigued eyes following the path of the water as the droplets run down my body. Her eyes on me turn me on even more.
“You gonna stand there all night, or are you joining me, Rebel?”
My voice snaps her out of her daze as she climbs into the tub. Her shoulders relax as a soft moan leaves her lips as the hot water runs over her body. She tips her head back, letting the water soak her hair. She’s captivating. Mesmerizing. Beautiful.
Reaching for her shampoo, I tip a hefty-sized pour into the palm of my hand. I lather the liquid until bubbles start to form, and then I’m running the shampoo over Bret’s head. Using my fingers, I work the suds into her hair. Her head falls forward until her forehead is resting against my chest.
“That feels amazing.”
Her lips find my chest as she presses tiny kisses along my pecs before leaning her head under the spray. Bubbles run down her back, pooling at our feet.
“I know nothing about conditioner, and as much as I want to keep washing you, you’re on your own for that one.”
Her soft laugh fills the tight space as she reaches for the bottle. While she conditions her hair, I grab her loofa from the hook and apply a generous amount of body wash. Watching the soap suds up, I run the pouf over her body. I really work the soap into her skin, making sure her breasts are completely clean.
