Page 68 of A Game Of Love

“Are you going to cheat on me?”

His eyes widen. “Fuck no. I’d rather chop off my own dick and chew on it like beef jerky,” he says in utter horror.

A snort slips free as I laugh at his choice of words. “Then, no, I don’t care. I trust you, Bishop. I’m not your keeper. I’m not going to control your life. You’re allowed to have friends and time without me.”

“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” he growls, kissing me again.

“I know.” I flutter my eyelashes.

“You ready?” Toby asks, looking from me to Bishop. “Good game.”

“Thanks,” Bishop beams.

“Yup, I’m good to go,” I tell Toby.

Seeing them like this and starting to get along brings me hope.

“See you two tomorrow. I’ll be by around noon,” Bishop reminds, sneaking me another kiss before going back to the team to celebrate.

Toby and I walk side by side, making our way through the crowd. Once we’re outside, he grabs my hand and pulls me through the parking lot.

“What's the rush?” I laugh as I struggle to keep up with him.

He says nothing, and once we’re by his car, he opens the passenger side door. I raise a brow but get in. He closes the door, rushes around to his side, and quickly gets in.

“Toby?” I laugh. “You're acting like someone’s after us. What’s the rush?” I ask again.

“This,” he grunts, leaning forward. He grabs the back of my head, holding me still as he crashes his lips down on mine. I moan as he kisses me senselessly.

“Do you know how fucking hard it was not to touch you? Not to kiss you. Not to pull you in my fucking lap and wrap my arms around you?” he growls against my lips before kissing me again.

My head swims, and my heart swoons, right alongside my core heating.

“I know. Me too,” I pant, breathless, as he pulls back.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“So, where are we going?” I ask, rubbing my thighs together, feeling a little nervous but also excited.

He shoots me a grin that has my belly in knots. “I could take you out to dinner. Or a movie. But it’s late. And yes, it’s the weekend, but tomorrow is going to be a fun and exciting day, so I don’t want to keep you out late.”

“Okay.” I laugh. “Look at you, being all caring and what-not.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve always cared about your well-being, Lilly.”

“I know,” I whisper, giving him a soft smile. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

He snorts. “Really? You like my obsessive and possessive tendencies? I find that hard to believe.”

“Actually, I do,” I admit.

He gives me a side-eye. “Really?”

“Yes,” I laugh. “It always gave me hope that you loved and wanted me more than a friend. Because while everyone else bought it as an older brother being overprotective, I didn’t. I knew there was always something more between us.”

He licks his lips, hands tightening on the wheel. “I’ve always felt more for you. Never once did I see you as my sister,” he whispers.

“I know. And it’s the same for me.”

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