Page 17 of A Game Of Love

“And you,” he murmurs, stepping close. “I know we still have things to talk about, and I’m sorry I haven’t texted. I’ve been in my head all night and morning. But I want to get something straight.” He steps forward, cupping my cheek. I suck in a breath at his touch, eyes fluttering shut. I missed him. Fuck. Why do I feel like crying? “You and me? We’re good. I’m not running. I’m not changing my mind. All I ask is for some time before we go public and for you to allow me to show you, to make up for all the bullshit I’ve done to you.”

“Okay,” I whisper, blinking my stinging eyes open.

He leans down and presses a kiss against my lips. I can’t help but whimper as my body gravitates towards him.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me flush to his body as the hand on my cheek slides to cradle the back of my head.

I whimper, parting my lips as I let him kiss the soul right out of my body. He growls in satisfaction, his lips and tongue working sinfully against mine before pulling back. I’m breathless, my head is spinning, and I feel like I’m high.

Looking up at him with heavy lids and a heaving chest, I have to convince myself why pulling him into a room and riding him like a pony isn’t a good idea.

So, I take a step back and bump into a body behind me. My head snaps up, and I find a grinning Bishop. “You look...” he chuckles. “ A little flustered there, Shorty.”

My cheeks heat as my hand moves to my tingling lips.

“You're okay with that?” Toby mutters. “That I just kissed her right there in front of you.”

My body tenses.Please, god, don’t let them get into it. Not here, not now.

“Yes,” Bishop answers cooly. “Because she’s yours too.”

“Damn right, she is.” Toby crosses his arms, giving his best friend a glaring look. “Always has been, always will be.” I want to point out that he doesn't have the right to be all alpha with me right now, not with everything he’s done. Plus, the fact is that he’s not fully out of the dog house just yet. And he won’t be until he’s done a bit of groveling, showing me that he’s really going to change. That he’s really not going to change his mind. And that we’re not going to slip back into old ways.

“But–” Bishop steps up behind me, his hand grazing my throat as he slides it up to cup the bottom of my chin. He tilts my head back so that I’m looking up at him. I swallow hard under his hand, my body humming at his touch. He looks down at me with a blazing heat in his eyes. “She’s also mine.”

He lowers his face, his lips pressing against mine. It’s not as deep as Toby’s kiss was—the angle won’t allow it—but that doesn’t make it any less intense or lessen the thrill that’s vibrating through my body right now.

“Alright, ready to go!” Bennett’s voice has me jumping out of their hold and to the side of them.

“I’ll go get the twins ready,” I say a little too cheerfully and loudly before taking off. I need a moment. Being trapped between the two of them is too much for my brain and body to handle.

What would they do with me if I was trapped between them, naked?

Okay, Lilly, let’s pull the breaks on that one. Let’s work on building a relationship with them first before we start thinking of group sex.

Do I even want them to take me at the same time?

“Who the hell are you fooling?” I mutter to myself. “Of course you do.”

The pumpkin patch ends up being a lot of fun. The twins spend most of their time picking a pumpkin and then changing their minds. Repeating the process a million times before finally settling on the ones they want.

Bennett takes a lot longer to pick his, checking out each one, making sure it’s the right size and fit for what he plans to carve on it.

Once he does, we stick it in the wagon.

“Why don’t you three go over to the playground while we pick out ours,” Toby suggests.

“I don’t play at playgrounds.” Bennett glares at him.

“Fine then, sit and watch the boys play while you text your friends,” Toby corrects with his eyebrow raised.

“Fine, whatever,” Bennett huffs. “Come on, turds, let's go.”

“I’m telling Mom you called me a turd!” Isaiah says.

“Yeah, turd.” Raiden laughs.

“You wanna play the tattle game?” Bennett asks. “You just called me the same thing.”

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