Page 37 of The Game
I don’t like that. “I want to be on Mila and Roman’s team. Jace can be on your team.”
Jace protests. He’s been quiet since we got back. But he watches Mila and eyes off Asher. I guess he didn’t enjoy hearing what he said earlier about being number four. It’s not bothered Roman, which is unusual. Maybe he’s starting to like the guy? Or maybe he’s just too occupied with Mila to care.
I need to talk with Mila and Roman and work out what’s going on between her and Asher. Or where Jace stands.
“Why don’t we just draw names out of a hat and that’s how we pick the teams? We can invite Grady and Emerson. And Cadence and Sadie. That makes it five for each team.” Mila stands and Roman reluctantly lets go of her.
“Or we pick, and I pick you.” Roman grabs her by the waist and pulls her back into his lap. My jaw ticks. I know he needs her. He doesn’t have any family but us. But still… I need her too.
My mom is on a ‘wellness retreat.’ My dad’s at the apartment in the city where he’s made it very clear he’s staying and not coming home while she’s away. Hell, he’s barely here when she is home, so that makes no difference to me. He sent mom off to help her drinking problem. I don’t know how long she’ll be gone for, but I know it's just me and Roman here. And I miss her.
I miss mom, even though she’s drunk most of the time. I miss just having her here, even if she was in her room sleeping it off. It didn’t feel lonely. Mom was just a few rooms away. But now she’s off on this wellness retreat. I’ve spoken to dad maybe twice. I’ve spoken to his receptionist more than I have spoken to him all year.
I want to tell Mila. I want her hugs now. Jealously is something I haven’t gotten used to just yet. And with Jace, and now Mila’s feelings for Asher. Will she have enough time to hug me? My heart sinks a little at the thought. But I know she wouldn’t do that. She would never leave me out.
But I don’t want to tell her where mom is, I don’t want to think about it. I put on a smile and nod at Roman.
“Done, it's your birthday, big guy. You get to pick Mila. The rest, we will draw out of a hat. I’ll organize it all for Wednesday.” It’s not his actual birthday, it's Thursday.
But Thanksgiving’s on Thursday. Not that it really matters. I’ll try to cook something for his birthday, but if Mila’s still grounded, which I suspect so after today’s disappearance, then I can’t even have her over here to celebrate.
It will just be Roman and me.
Everyone’s relaxed after the wild day, and I have brought out some snacks and drinks. The TV’s on and they’re watching an old game. It’s weird to have Asher in my house, but I settle on the couch, lay my head back, and close my eyes.
It’s not long before I feel the tickle of hair on my face, and I don’t have hair. I shave it off every week, even though Mila keeps asking for me to grow it back. I like it short. I open my eyes just a crack and see an upside down Mila looking down at me from over the back of the couch. She grins before kissing me. I reach up and hold her there so she can’t get away. But she pulls back.
“I need to clean up, can I use your shower?”
I sit up and turn to her. She winks.
“You need to clean up too.”
My mouth drops open a little at that statement. I look round the room. Jace is chatting to Walker about famous quarterback’s. Roman’s actually sleeping and snoring. That’s a first. I don’t think the guys slept well in weeks. Mila holds my hand and tugs me up. I look to Asher to see his reaction. He just glares where Mila holds my hand.
If he wants to be part of this… he needs to learn to keep that shit inside.
* * *
Ipull away from her lips, licking the taste of her from them. “Well, this isn’t the way I thought my day was going to end.” I cup her face in my hand and she nuzzles into it.
Her playful smirk has me cocking my brow. “This is exactly the way I wanted it to end.” She giggles and I love that sound coming from her. Especially after the scare today.
“I’m not complaining, babe. Hell, this is better.” I crush my lips to hers once more and she lets out a small, soft moan.
This is exactly what I need, to get out of my head about my family falling apart and take care of my beautiful girl.
She’s so gorgeous as she pulls away from me, hooking her thumbs into her jeans and shimming them over her hips slowly. Like she wants to torture me. I’m too excited. I pull all my clothes off before she’s even had time to take her socks off.
“Someone’s excited.” She looks down at my hard cock. I stroke the length of it. She watches me as she bites her lower lip.
“Anytime you're around, I'm like this. You're gorgeous and mine, Mila. I want to show you how you make me feel.”
Pull her pink top over her head and expose her black lace bra. Her nipples are hard and pink through the see-through lace. I pull the cups down and expose them to me. She grabs my head as I move in to take one in my mouth.
“Oh, God.” She moans. Tipping her head back as my thumb brushes over the other nipple. “Hunter,” she whispers in the tiled room. It echoes around us. I smile, knowing that if anyone comes upstairs, they will hear her calling my name. I want them to know it’s me that’s giving her pleasure.
I flick open her bra and move to let it fall away from her. She giggles.
