Page 141 of Saving Sparrow
I laughed, wrapping my arms around Miguel when he hugged me close. I pulled back to kiss Quentin, then Quentin kissed Miguel, palming his neck possessively.
He stared into Miguel’s eyes for a while after, their love for each other blinding me and filling me with joy.
“Let’s leave now,” Miguel whispered to him.
“Now?”Quentin asked, squeezing my ass cheek with just as much possession as the hold he had on Miguel’s neck.
Miguel shrugged, and I played with his earlobe while running my fingers along Quentin’s jawline. “You said it yourself. Graduation isn’t important. We’re mostly packed. We can finish up and be out of this place by morning. We could even drive back for graduation next week if you wanted to. I’m just… ready.” He rubbed circles on my lower back.
“Me too,” I whispered when Quentin turned his gorgeous green eyes on me. He caught my bottom lip with his teeth, then kissed me hard.
Miguel’s hand slid to my other ass cheek, squeezing just like Quentin.
“Okay, maybe notnow,” I breathed after breaking the intense kiss. Miguel’s cock hardened in his sweats, and I rolled my hips automatically.
Quentin let go of my ass, leaving the closet. Miguel slipped one of the straps down on my low-cut nightgown and sucked my exposed nipple between his teeth. I threw my head back, moaning and holding his head to me.
I heard Quentin return, felt him drop down behind me, then his hands were under my gown, tearing at my lace underwear. I pushed to my knees so he could rip a wide enough hole, then sank down onto his lubed fingers after he’d positioned two of them at my entrance.
He shoved my hair to one side so he could suck on my neck while Miguel worked on leaving a hickey around my nipple. I held both of their heads to me as I rode Quentin’s fingers, my cock rubbing against the front of my gown.
After a while, Quentin tore the annoying silk off me as Miguel leaned back to pull his dick from the waistband of his sweats. My hips kept moving until Quentin put his fingers back inside me.
They touched and kissed me everywhere while I closed my eyes and surrendered to it all. What felt like hours later, Miguel lubed his cock, then helped me sink onto it. We kissed and fucked while Quentin stripped out of his clothes. Miguel reclined back onto the floor, and I sank my hands into my hair as I bounced up and down on his dick. Quentin straddled Miguel’s face, sliding his cock into his mouth, and when Miguel moaned, his dick jerked inside of me.
We made love in the closet for hours, then fell asleep wrapped around each other.
We were showered, dressed, and had our stuff loaded in the back of Quentin’s pickup truck by sunrise, speeding toward our future.
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Elliott and I sat in the back seat, holding hands in between kissing and making plans for the summer. Quentin drove the whole way—because we didn’t know how to. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic, because he kept swerving into the next lane, unable to keep his eyes off us making out in the back.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the rearview mirror was intended for,”I’d joked when he adjusted it to see us better.
“I’m going to cook us dinner every night,” I said over the warm breeze blowing through the windows. I’d finally be putting my mother’s handwritten recipe book to good use.
“I’ll decorate the place,” Elliott offered, pushing at the long, red strands of hair whipping around his smiling face. He’d been flipping through interior design magazines for weeks now.
“And I’ll make sure you both are well compensated for all your hard work,” Quentin said in a sleazy tone. I leaned forward, and as expected, he’d palmed his crotch through his jeans.
“You can’t see me, but I’m rolling my eyes right now,” I said dryly, reclining in my seat again.
Quentin laughed, gripping the steering wheel with both hands as he released a happy whoop into the air.Ten miles to Wemblythe sign read as we sped past.
Elliott glanced out the back window as if he could see the weight we’d shed left on the road. I squeezed his hand, taking Quentin’s when he reached hishand back.
We fell silent, but it wasn’t a joyless moment, more like a moment of reflection acknowledging all we’d left behind. No more Dylan, no more Amelia, no more waiting to live our lives on our own terms.
“It’s just us here,” I reminded them.
“Just us,” they said back. We let go of each other, but our bond kept us linked. Quentin turned the radio up obnoxiously loud and pressed on the gas.
We reached our exit twenty minutes later, then the heart of the college town shortly after that. Elliott poked his head out of his window as Quentin cut the music off and slowed to a crawl. This strip of road was paved in cobblestones, making the ride bumpy as we checked out our surroundings.
Rainbow flags flew proudly over the quaint bookstore and coffee shop doors along Main Street, and University of Wembly banners hung from the fancy lampposts lining the grassy curbs. We made a game of spotting the school’s mascot as we drove along.
