Page 96 of The Pass Protection
My chest ached to be with them. To openly hold Crew’s hand as we waited in line. Instead, I’m stuck with Dr. Boring.
Dr. Boring was, in fact, boring. The entire time I tried to eat, he shared detail after detail about his residency. News flash, Duncan. Nobody wants to listen to stories about bodily fluids at the dinner table—a holidaydinner, no less.
Wiping my face with the cream linen napkin that matched the tablecloth, I turn to Duncan and paste on a very fake smile. “If you could excuse me, I need to use the lady’s room.”
“Of course. Remind me when you come back to tell you about this patient I had this week who…” I don’t allow him the chance to finish his sentence as I very rudely, but desperately, escape the table.
My eyes scan the tent and find my parents preoccupied with their table guests. Dad pulls at the collar of his shirt, no doubt ready to put on a T-shirt and kick his feet up for the night. A large screen plays the NFL game, which has captured the attention of most men. Seeing how everyone is occupied, I take the opportunity to sneak out of the tent.
The grass crunches beneath my heeled feet as I follow the path to the side of the house. Mentally crossing my fingers, I pray the side door is unlocked so I can sneak inside. Twisting the knob, I let out a sigh of relief when the door pushes open. Voices carry from the living room, where guests mingle, as I sneak up the back staircase. Reaching the top, I beeline down the hall to where my bedroom waits. Pushing open the door, the familiar room has a smile breaking free.
Dark gray walls filled with records and posters greet my eyes, and my shoulders sag at the familiar sight. The eggplant-colored bedding calls to me as I inhale the familiar scent, which resembles male cologne. I love that my mom continues to spray the room with the same bottle of cologne each time she dusts.
Trailing my fingers over the picture frames, my heart bursts at the memories. Pictures of Grant and I throughout our childhood, family pictures from traveling to different cities to watch Dad coach and frames of Liv and me in Arizona. Small fragments of time that have helped shape me.
A soft rap on the door has me glancing over my shoulder. My lips tip as I take in long, muscular legs hugged perfectly by denim, a brown plaid shirt button against a taut, muscular chest, light blond hair trimmed in a tight, stubbly beard, and chocolate-brown eyes that swirl with sparkling gold flecks.
“Hey, handsome.”
“God, Rebel, I can’t go another minute without touching you. Seeing you with that tool and being unable to claim you in front of our friends makes me want to go all caveman.” Crew steps slowly into the room. His eyes scan the space, and I’d love to know the thoughts swirling around inside his brilliant mind.
With his front brushing my back, he reaches his arms around my waist, and I melt into his touch. His fingers trail over an image of me in a frame from my senior year of basketball. I’m standing tall and lanky with a basketball resting on my hip in the crook of my arm, my smile wide, my long, brownish-blond hair is in two braids, and I’m wearing my team’s black and blue uniform.
“So this is teenage Bret.”
I nod.
“She’s cute. I totally would’ve been into her in high school.”
Turning in his arms, I look at him as we are nearly eye to eye, thanks to my shoes. “Oh, she totally would have been into you.”
He hums. “Is that so?”
With a terse nod, I lean forward, clutching his blond hair as he clutches me. I seal my lips against him as he moves his hands and grips my face. Everything about being alone with Crew Riggsby in my parents’ home is risky. But I love the thrill of sneaking a boy into my room. Leading me backward, Crew moves us until the back of my knees hits my bed.
He groans as I press my body against his as he takes control. Before I can second guess anything, I’m losing control. It’s as if I’m starved for Crew Riggsby. I can’t get enough of him. He’s the air my lungs are desperate to breathe. Tongues tangle as we explore each other’s mouths. Chests heaving against each other, he grips my jaw as he consumes every inch of my greedy mouth.
Moisture gathers as arousal soaks through my panties, ruining them. An ache builds deep in my lower belly, and before I know it, I’m in his arms. My center hits his waist as I feel every inch of his growing erection. He thrusts deeper into my mouth before I pull away and kiss his neck. Fire builds as I feel how needy I am to come from his touch. If he keeps kissing me the way he is, I may come from that alone.
“Move to the bathroom,” I mutter against his neck. He glances around before finding the door in the back and carrying me inside, setting me on the sink. A soft glow from the built-in nightlight cascades enough light to see each other without giving away our location. His lips are back on mine as his kiss fuels the ever-stoking fire.
“Crew,” I rasp out between kisses. Those mocha eyes I love so much darken into a deep umber as the tension continues to swirl around us. In this moment, in this dark bathroom, it’s only him and me. We’re the only two souls in the universe. Two souls desperately searching for a place to call ours.
“If I’m going to watch you entertain another man, it’s going to be after I make you come on my tongue.”
Body vibrating with the need for more, I reach out and cup his hard cock through his pants. Moaning against my mouth, he gives my mouth a final exploration before he trails kisses down my throat as he thrusts his hips into my hand. His kisses turn carnal as he bites my exposed shoulder before dropping to his knees.
What is it with us and bathroom sinks?
Unclasping my jeans, I lift my hips as he pulls the denim down my legs with my black lace thong. He pulls off my booties as he removes my jeans, leaving me wholly bared to him.
“I’ll never get used to this fucking view.” I stare down at the gigantic man as he takes in his view. His large frame should make him intimidating, but he’s only ever shown me adoration, and he’s never afraid to get on his knees for me.
Desire, love, and appreciation lace his eyes as he admires me. No one has never made me feel so seen, so worshipped, and so loved than Crew Riggsby.
Reaching up, Crew grips my ankle as he places open-mouthed kisses from my calf to my above my knee. His tongue licks a path up my thigh before swirling around my clit and capturing it between his teeth.
“Oh, god,” I moan as the sensation feels so good. Sucking with fervor, he begins devouring me as my back arches and nearly forces me off the sink.
