Page 95 of A Game Of Love

Everything is slowly starting to click into place. One day at a time. We’ve taken this at Toby’s pace, but it didn’t take long for him to start to feel more comfortable with Bishop and me showing affection towards each other as long as I didn’t leave him out.

I’ve never wanted to. I want to show him how much he means to me, how much I love him.

And I sure as hell want any opportunity to put my hands on him. With him staying at the house and with school, hockey, and homework taking up most of our time, we’ve been stealing any moment alone with one another.

There’s been more than one repeat of the library incident.

The idea of someone potentially catching us is thrilling. Not something I thought I’d be into, but it sends a rush through me every time, making the orgasm Toby gives me even more powerful.

Now that he and Bishop are doing better, all they need to do is just have that talk. Even if Toby seems to be a lot more accepting, I think getting everything out on the table would be best. No hidden feelings, no secrets or lies.

After that, the only thing left is telling our parents and then the world. Two things Toby seems to be terrified of.

I think he’s overthinking how our parents will react. While I don’t think they will all have the same mindset as Rain, I don’t think they’re going to be disappointed or look down on our relationship.

I don’t want to pressure him, but it’s hard not to be able to take his hand when we’re out during a walk on school grounds. To be able to kiss him goodbye when he walks me to class like I do with Bishop.

To have him just wave goodbye and walk away hurts. I know it’s silly, but when you love someone as much as I love my men, not being able to get that affection and comfort when leaving their presence bothers me.

“Good, good.” Ari pats Toby’s cheek. She looks at me and grins wide. “My dear. It’s wonderful to see you again.” She pulls me into a hug, and I squeeze her back. Her motherly touch makes me smile, feeling like I’m at home. “How’s my son treating you?”

“Amazing, Mom,” Bishop huffs. “Like the motherfucking queen she is.”

Ari gasps, eyes widening. “Don’t you say words like that, Bishop Grant!”

“Sorry.” Bishop looks sheepish, and I try not to laugh. Something about watching an Italian mom scold her six-foot, tatted-up hockey player of a son has me amused.

“He’s right, Ari. Bishop is nothing but a gentleman,” I assure her.

A snort sounds from nearby. “If Bishop is a gentleman, then I’m a damn saint.”

“You’re using the wrong word, Bee. I think you meant to say the devil.”

Bee gives him a mock grin and flips him off.

“Now, now!” Ari huffs. “Enough of that. You.” She points to Bee. “Back to the turkey.”

“Yes, Mama,” Bee grumbles. “Nice to see you too,” Bee huffs at me, rolling her eyes.

“I just saw you yesterday.” I laugh, grinning wide.

“Still,” she sighs dramatically. “I feel like my brother stole my best friend.”

“No one is stealing me,” I promise her.

She narrows her eyes. “Better not.”

I just laugh and shake my head as she leaves. “Bishop, do you and Toby mind helping your uncle set the tables up in the backyard?”

“Nope,” Bishop says, wrapping his arm around Toby’s shoulder. “Come on, T-man. Let’s go put these guns to work.” Bishop holds up his arm, flexing before kissing his bicep.

It’s corny as hell, but honestly, I’m a little turned on watching his tattooed muscles bulge.

Toby’s eyes jerk to mine, a horrified look on his face. “Help me,” he mouths, and I snort out a laugh before wiggling my fingers in a wave goodbye.

He narrows his eyes as if I betrayed him, but I just grin wider. Anything to get these two to spend more time together.

“Those two really are the best of friends,” Ari says, moving to my side.

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