Page 6 of A Game Of Love

“It’s not.” How can he sound so sure of that? “I believed him when he said he was done fighting what you two share, that he was going to try to be okay with us being together. I saw the fear in his eyes when you told him this was his last chance, that you were done if he walked away. He won’t fight you on it.”

Pure relief fills me. Even if I still have my suspicions about it, hearing Bishop reassure me helps calm a little bit of the doubt.

“As for things between me and him,” he sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m not sure we’re on good terms. And I sure as hell don’t think he’s going to forgive me so easily.”

My stomach sinks. “He can’t be mad at you,” I insist.

“But he can.” Bishop chuckles softly. “Bro code, babe. I took the girl he wanted.”

I narrow my eyes. “No one took me. I’m yours. And his.”

“Yes. But in his mind, you’ve been his. Only his. For years now. The thought of you with anyone else made that man murderous. You saw how he was about Jonas and then Ryan. How do you think he feels now that his best friend, the one he trusted to protect you, ended up with you? He’s hurt. And this is all new to him. He thought once he got his shit under control, you two would work things out and be together. He never planned or wanted to include another man into the equation. Not only that, he was also under the impression we were only friends. And while I sure as fuck don’t regret feeling something more for you, it’s not something he was expecting.”

“After everything he’s put me through, he should be lucky that I’m even willing to give him another chance. I’ve given him so many already, and I know I’m stupid enough to keep giving him more depending on the situation,” I grumble.

“You're not stupid, baby, just a woman in love. Love is a powerful emotion and can make people do crazy things.”

“Tell me about it,” I sigh, moving to lean back, but Bishop grips my hips, keeping me close.

“Everything will be okay,” he insists. “Iwillmake sure you get the happy ending you deserve. With both of us by your side.”

“You will?” The question comes out on a soft breath, my eyes flicking between his as I lick my lips.

His captivating eyes hold mine. “I’d do just about anything to see you smile,il mio cuore,”he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine.

A shudder rolls through me as I rock my hips against his erection. Liquid heat fills my lower belly as my clit throbs at the growl that rumbles in his chest.

I whimper, breathing heavily against his lips, begging him in my mind to kiss me, consume me, make me his. Because he’s mine.

I won’t give him up, not for anyone or anything. I need him just as much as I need Toby.

“And to hear you make those noises,” he groans before crashing his lips to mine eagerly.

A needy sigh leaves me as our lips move together, slow and sensual.

Reaching up, I run my hands through his hair, grabbing handfuls of it as I greedily take what I need from him. We kiss as if we’d die if our lips ever broke apart. Moving my hips frantically, I chase the feeling that spreads through my veins and down to my core.

It’s throbbing with need, aching, begging to be filled by him. But this is not the place I want to have my second time having sex or my first time with Bishop.

That doesn't mean we can’t do other things.

My lips part, and Bishop's tongue slips past, sliding against mine. I moan as they tangle together in a dirty, desperate kiss.

Bishop growls when I pull harder on his hair, this frenzied feeling unleashing inside me.

“Fuck,” Bishop gasps for air as he rips his lips away from mine. I whimper, chasing the kiss, but he moves his lips to my neck.

My nails drag along his scalp as a needy moan leaves my mouth. I arch my neck to the side, giving him access. His lips move against my throat, sucking softly, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, nipping at my throat. “Baby,” he groans like it kills him to say this. “We can’t.”

“We can,” I breathe out, my thoughts clouded by the desperate need for him.

A low, rumbling, disapproving growl leaves his chest. “I’m not fucking you in the car,” he commands.

“Why not?” I whine, even though I know I don’t want that either. At least, not right now.

“Because,il mio cuore,when I’m inside you for the first time, I want to stay there for hours. I want to worship every inch of your body, Lilly, savor every flick of my tongue against your soft, warm skin.” He growls, nipping at my neck. “Between your legs.” My heart picks up its pace as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, my eyes roll back when he bites down hard. “The feeling of my lips wrapped around your peaked little nipple.” He grips my hips, pushing me down to grind harder against his cock. “The feeling of your hot, wet pussy as it quivers around my cock while this delectable mouth screams my name, cumming for me like a good fucking girl.”

Oh fuck. This man. That mouth. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum right now if he doesn’t stop talking to me like that.

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