Page 98 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Don’t get your hopes up though.”

I lightly kissed her lips. “Wish I could have you all to myself today.”

“Rocco, coming to the arcade with our friends was your idea.”

“I’m aware. I was making an effort to share you.”

Her soft hand caressed my face. “We’ll play a few games and eat. Later, we can watch a movie...” She peeked around us before her eyes locked with mine.

“Then I’ll please the birthday boy.”

My brows lifted. “Thank God.”

Ryah’s head fell against my chest and her laughter vibrated my body.

Ryah glanced at me again. “Need it that bad, huh?”

“I need you that bad, Ryah.”

She blushed. “Ok let’s play so we can get out of here.”

“Ryah and I are up first,” I stated, as we approached our friends. I stuck the token card in the machine.

The girls shouted, “Let’s go, Ryah.”

Easton’s heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “Don’t go easy on her.”

Parents shot us dirty looks because of our boisterous group. That was how I felt minutes ago when the kids were screaming at their friend playing the claw game.

Clutching the basketball, I smiled. “Dude, not a chance.”

Ryah shook her head, twirling a basketball. Her golden curls danced over her shoulders. “I’ll give him a run for his money. Let’s go, big guy.”

I tucked the basketball under my arm, towering over her, my fingers glided along the small of her back. I loved the way her smooth skin felt under my touch. “I plan to tear that ass up. Now and later.” I winked.

“Hold on, Ryah.” Genevieve gripped her shoulder. “You gave it to him and didn’t tell us?”

Shit.I thought she told her girls we had sex.

Ryah shrugged. “I was ready.”

“You’ll have to spill,” Yareli confirmed.

Great, now they wanted to gossip about our sex life.

“Let’s go, Ryah.”

We each slapped the start button.

The buzzer sounded. Ryah and I tossed our basketballs toward the hoops. Each faster than the last. Ryah missed a few. I kept an eye on her score and mine. I was three ahead as the last ball swooshed through the net.

I scooped the little woman up into my arms so she could stare down at me. “Good game, baby.”

Our friends clapped.

Ryah’s fingers slipped over the nape of my neck. “You did all right too.”

“Just all right? Ok, Ryah.”

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