Page 100 of A Game Of Love

With a playful smirk, she spins out of my arm and jogs over to my Jeep.

Grinning, I race after her, slapping her ass as I pass, making her squeal. Chuckling, I open her car door for her.

“Such a gentleman. Thank you, kind sir,” she says in a soft girly voice.

“Trust me, Baby Girl,” I murmur, leaning in. “I’m anything but a gentleman.”

I wink as heat fills her eyes.Yeah, I’m worshiping my girl when we get back.

On the drive back, I get a text from Toby letting me know he’s going to be back a little late because he wanted to get some extra practice in at the rink.

Having him back is going to take some getting used to. Even with him gone, I haven’t slept alone a single night. Lilly has always been in my bed, in my arms.

How is this going to work now? I know she’s not going to just sleep in my bed, she will go to his.

Would I be able to get a good night's sleep while she’s across the room in his arms instead of mine?

A bit of jealousy hits me.

I wonder if I can convince him to ditch the beds we have and get one massively big one.

He’s my best friend. I don’t think it would be weird or anything to sleep in the same bed together. We’d have Lilly in the middle of us.

And it’s not like we’re not about to get a hell of a lot closer. My girl is a naughty little thing, and the dirty promises of being taken by the both of us at the same time had her cumming so damn hard around my cock.

If this is going to be my last time alone with Lilly in the dorms for a while, I’m gonna make it memorable.

Little did I know just how memorable it was going to be.

When we got back to the dorm, Lilly is out of the car and racing towards the building as soon as the Jeep is in park.

“Wait up.” I laugh, jogging to catch up to her. “Where are you off to in a hurry?”

She grins at me. “Keep up, big boy.” She winks before taking off again.

“You little brat.” I chuckle.

Not waiting for the elevators, she heads for the stairs.

“Would you wait up, you crazy lady!” I call after her, my voice echoing around the corridor of the stairs.

“Thought a big hockey star would be able to keep up with little old me,” she shouts back, feet pounding against the stairs.

“I’m going to make you pay for that comment,” I say, amused with a little bit of the adrenaline rush this game she wants to play is giving me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” she asks, stopping to yank the door to our floor open.

“Oh, you little–” I growl.

She laughs, pure joy on her face, before taking off again.

She’s not fast enough as she tries to scan her key card. Looking over at me her eyes widen just as I reach her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I trap her against my body, bringing my lips to her ear. “Gotcha,” I whisper, her breaths coming in quick, heavy pants.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asks, voice thick with want.

Grabbing my key card out of my pocket, I scan it. The lock clicks and I have the door open in the next second. Dragging her in with me, I quickly close it.

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