Page 8 of A Game Of Love

My cheeks heat as I try to keep my annoyed expression in place. “Not the point.”

“Come on.” Bishop grins, his fingers tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “Let’s head inside, clean up, and get some sleep.”

“Okay.” I nod, feeling a little bit of disappointment as he opens the door. I climb off his lap and step outside, not daring to look around for the guard.

Bishop climbs out after me, bending back in to grab my purse before shutting the door and locking up behind us.

As soon as we get to my dorm room, he pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly before backing away towards his. With a wink, he lets himself inside his room, leaving me standing in the hallway.

Frowning, I watch the door for a moment, thinking he’s going to come back out. When he doesn’t, I open my own door and head inside.

I toss my purse onto the desk before going over to my dresser to grab a clean pair of panties and a comfy, baggy shirt.

The bed sheets are cool against my skin as I slide under the covers. Rolling onto my side, I close my eyes and sigh, hating that I’m here alone.

A few minutes pass, and I’m almost asleep when I hear the door open. For a second, I think it’s Bee, but when I open my eyes, I find light streaming into the room, and there standing with dark, wet hair in only a pair of low-slung pajama bottoms is Bishop.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice a little raspy from the sleep that was about to overtake me.

He walks over to the bed, not saying a word, then throws back the blanket. “What the–” I’m cut off as he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Bishop.” I laugh. “What the hell?!”

“You don’t think I’d just let you go, do you?” he chuckles, slapping my ass. “Nah, baby girl, you're my woman, and you belong in my bed.”

And there goes my heart swooning like a needy bitch. And my pussy, thirsty bitch. His words thrill me, making me grin as he carries me out of my room. He closes the door and walks me straight to his.

I let out a little laugh as he tosses me into the middle of his bed. “You're crazy, you know that?”

“We’ve been over this.” He grins, grabbing at my shirt. “Only about you.” He winks as he pulls it up over my head.

My eyes widen as my hands instinctively move to cover my breasts. I swallow hard, heat filling my belly.

“Cute.” He grins in amusement. “No point in hiding those perfect tits when I plan on seeing every inch of you any chance I get,il mio cuore.”

I bite my lip for a moment, thinking we’re about to have sex. I mean, I’m pretty tired, but I don’t think I’d be able to turn him down for a second time tonight.

But then he’s stepping away and over to his dresser. He grabs one of his t-shirts and brings it over. “Arms up,” he instructs.

When I don’t move my arms, just staring at him in confusion, he chuckles. “Get your mind out of the gutter, dirty girl. I told you, when I'm finally inside you, I plan on staying there for a long, long time. That will not be tonight. You're tired, and you're going to get some sleep. So, put your arms up so I can put my woman in my shirt. Then I’m going to get in my bed and cuddle you.”

Is this man for real? It’s like someone read my mind for the perfect boyfriend and plucked him right out.

How can I say no to that?

Obeying him, I hesitantly move my arms up, unsure why the hell I’m so shy when not only did he finger fuck me at a partyoutside against the house, but I dry-humped him until we both came in his car.

As if he could read my thoughts, he grins wide as he slides his shirt over my head. Once it’s in place, he grips my chin, caressing his thumb against my cheek so softly it makes me shiver. Leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine and chuckles low. “Two orgasms isn’t enough for my girl, huh? I’ll have to remember that. Can’t have my girl going unsatisfied. I’ll need to up my game, it looks like.”

I blink at him in shock as my cheeks turn crimson. He just chuckles and kisses both before standing up. “Move over, Shorty, let me in.”

Scooting over, I give him room to climb in beside me.

He shuts his bedside lamp off before crawling in. Pulling the sheet up, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, not sure what to do. I’ve slept in a bed with Toby plenty of times, but we have a unique relationship that’s been going on for years. This thing with Bishop. It’s new, and I’m still not sure exactly how to navigate it.

How does he like to sleep? On his back, his side? Would touching him be uncomfortable for him? Would he end up hating sharing a bed with me?

“Get over here,il mio cuore,” he chuckles, pulling me until I’m practically draped over his body. “That's more like it,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head as his arm drapes over my body. “Now, get some sleep, baby.”

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