Page 66 of A Game Of Love

“What?” She grins. “Tell me you wouldn’t want to do the same to your man,” she taunts, then frowns. “Okay, eww, that's my brother, don’t tell me any details of your sex life.”

If this was a few days ago, I’d say there was no sex life. My cheeks heat at the memory. Sex with Bishop was amazing. No, beyond that. It was a life-changing experience. I know that might sound a little dramatic, and I’m a little jealous knowing why he’s so good at it, but that man knows how to pleasure a woman. He was true to his word and worshipped me for hours.

It’s been a few days, but I can still feel him inside me. I want more.Needmore. He’s awakened something inside me that I don’t think I want to lock back up.

All the things he said about what he and Toby would do to me had me cumming harder than I ever have before.

My attention shifts back and forth between my boyfriends as I chew on my lower lip, my thoughts drifting to all the different things they could do to me.

“Earth to Lilly,” Bee says, waving her hand in front of my face.

“Sorry, what?” I blink a few times before turning to look at her.

“Oh god, you were thinking about sex, weren't you?”

I laugh and shrug. “Yeah. Kind of hard not to.” I look back to the ice in time to see the guys making their way to the box.

Bishop takes his helmet off, shaking out his sweaty hair, his dark strands sticking to his forehead.

He accepts a bottle of water from the coach and squirts some on his face.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, thighs clenching together.

“Nope. Go away.” Bee pushes at me. “I don’t need to see you making sex eyes at my brother.”

“Fine by me.” I jump to my feet. “Bye.”

“Where are you going?” she calls after me.

“You said to go away,” I call back, not bothering to look behind me as I make my way down the steps.

“I wasn't being serious!”

I know she wasn’t, but I’ve been wanting to go down and sit with Toby for a while. I know I’m not supposed to be in the box with the players, but I’m the coach's daughter. No one’s going to question it, and Dad won’t say no to me.

Just as I step into the box, the team makes their way back onto the ice, a shout of encouragement from my dad as they do.

I get a few odd looks, but no one says anything as I shuffle behind some of the players, making my way over to where Toby is sitting in his jersey, shoulders slumped as he watches the game.

“Hey,” I say, taking the edge of the bench next to him.

His eyes snap over to mine, and when I see the look in his eyes, all I want to do is hug him and tell him everything’s going to be okay.

“Hey.” His face softens, almost a look of relief taking over his features as a smile tugs at his lips.

“How are you doing?” I ask, placing my hand on his knee and giving it a squeeze before pulling back, wishing I could kiss him right now.

He blows out a breath, looking back out to the ice. “Could be better. But I’m gonna take the punishment because I deserve it.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, biting my lower lip as I look out to the ice, my eyes finding Bishop. He looks so damn good out there.

“For what? You didn’t do anything.”

“I did,” I sigh. “I did the kiss cam, not thinking about how you would feel. We were in a messy spot, and what I did wasn’t right. Friends or not.”

He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s just...” his voice lowers to a whisper. “Seeing him with his lips on yours... touching what’s mine,” he growls. “Set something off inside me. I wasn’t thinking right.” He swings his gaze back to mine. “In more than one way.”

“I know.” I give him a soft smile. “I forgive you, you know. Not sure if I said that yet, but I truly do forgive you for everything that happened that night.”

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