Page 61 of A Game Of Love

My brows furrow. “I’m fine. Better than fine. Although, I think you broke my vagina,” I laugh.

“Really, Lilly. Did I hurt you?”

“What? No, of course not,” I reassure him. “Bishop, I’m fine. That was amazing. Better than amazing.”

“You're sure?” He rubs my thighs as his brows crease. “I just... I didn’t want to go too far.”

“I know when you found me after the locker room with Toby, I was a crying mess, but that had nothing to do with the sex. It was what came after it. I enjoyed every rough thing he did to me, every dirty word he spoke.” I shrug. “I’m not some sweet princess who wants you to make sweet love to me.” I laugh. “I like it hard. I like it dirty. And well...” I chew on my bottom lip. “I’ve found out I have a few kinks.”

His brows raise. “Oh really? What might they be?”

“Praise for sure.” I blush harder, and he grins wider.

“You like when I call you my good girl?” he murmurs, and I nod. “What else?”

I bring my fingers down between my legs and play with the cum that’s dripping out of me, pushing it back inside me. “I like this,” I whisper. “I like you filling me up, marking me as yours.”

“Fuck me, baby. You got a cum kink?” he groans. I nod.

“And a bit of a degradation kink.” Between the things he and Toby have said, I know it’s true.

“That’s a dangerous combination,” he growls. “When you have Toby and me.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I don’t stand a chance.” I laugh. “That’s the point.”

“My dirty girl.” He grins. He kisses me again, this time sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before pulling back. “Wait here."

“What are you doing?” I ask as he climbs off the bed.

“Going to get a bottle of water for you. Need to keep you hydrated.” He gives me a mischievous grin. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you for the night,” he chuckles. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day. But fuck, it’s gonna be worth it.”

Chapter 12

Tobias

A cool breeze blows over my body, making me shiver. I burrow into the blanket that’s draped over me, curling my body into a tight ball.

I know I’m on the pool lounger and should probably go inside, but I can’t seem to bring myself to move, sleep still gripping me.

As I drift in and out of consciousness, I fight with what’s reality or what’s all in my head. The noises around me sound wrong like they shouldn’t be outside.

The frogs croak, and the crickets chirp, but there’s this other sound that is a contrast to the steady hum of the nightlife.

My eyes flutter open, the sounds of a cry pulling me from sleep. Frowning, I lay still, waiting, wondering if it’s all inside my head.

A grunt sounds next. Sitting up, I look around, wondering where the sound is coming from.

Straining to listen, I hear it again. Another moan, a feminine cry.

Slowly, my brow rises. Sex. They’re sex noises.

“I swear to god, if it’s Mom and Dads, I’m going to have to seek therapy for a whole new reason,” I grumble, scrubbing my sleep-filled eyes with the heels of my hands.

Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be able to hear them, not from this side of the house. Their bedrooms are on the opposite side, the sound shouldn’t carry this far, even with the windows open.

“Bishop!” a sharp cry, followed by an, “Oh god!” fills my ears. My body stiffens, nostrils flaring as I realize where and who the sounds are coming from.

I remember telling Bishop to take Lilly into the pool house for some sleep. Sleep, not fucking sex.

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