The Game: Chapter 21

I jump, I spin, I wave my arm in the air. Madison does the same beside me.

“Oh my God, I think we got,” she turns her phone to playback the TikTok dance we just made together.

“If it’s not, I give up.” I say as I slide into the armchair. Dancing takes a lot out of you.

“You’re the good one. I’m crap. That’s why I have to keep doing it. But don’t give up. This is fun.” She bounces around, humming the song we’d just been dancing to.

I’m exhausted. We’ve been at this for most today. As much as I love Madison, this is just too much, and I need a break. She seems to be full of energy. Maybe it’s that I can’t stop thinking of Asher’s kiss last night. And my mind’s in another place. Not TikTok dancing.

I hear the front door of the house open and the laughter of the guys spills into the hallway. Echoing off the walls in the living room.

“We’re in here,” I call to them.

Roman told me they were taking Asher to have a bonding afternoon with him. But I wasn’t too sure how long of a day they would need, but just grateful that Hunter and Roman are okay with this. With me and Asher. I take a sip of water from the water bottle, then wait for them to appear.

When they do, it’s not the vision I thought I would be. Asher’s holding his bleeding hand and gives a half wave as he moves away from the living room. Jace follows him out. And I stand there dumbfounded.

“Blood Brothers?” I narrow my eyes at Roman and then back to Hunter.

“Seriously guys, that took ages to heal. Why would you do that to him?”

“It was a test, and he passed it. Will have that scar for life and, at least, have a special memory behind it like ours.” Hunter smiles and I grumble in my chest.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna go take care of him.” Jace yells out from where very he is. I don’t know if that’s better or not.

I make my way over to Roman and slap him on the chest.

“Happy birthday, but you shouldn’t have done that.” He just gives a half shrug, as if that was completely normal. It’s not normal to go cutting people’s hands in a blood pact. But when is anything normal with these guys?

But it’s his birthday, so I forget all that’s happened tonight and jump into his arms. And he catches me.

“Take me to my room. I can show you my birthday present for you.”

He slaps my ass, and I jump in his arms and giggle. There’s two parts to my present. One is the actual present, the other is also for me.

Madison waves as she watches Roman practically jog to my bedroom.

As soon as we’re in my room, he slams the door and his lips crush to mine. I break the kiss as I drop from his arms. I back up a little so I can take him in. His present can come second. I can’t stand another minute of not touching him.

I pull my sweater off and look at his reaction. I’m wearing a red lace bra, I bought specially for this occasion. He growls in the back of his throat when I drop the sweats. I grin. I turn around slowly so he can see all of it.

“Happy birthday, handsome.”

I stalk over to him and tug on the ends of his ash blonde hair until our lips press together. I gasp as his tongue meets mine. His arms around me, pulling me flush to his body.

His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me up against him. My core aches as wetness pools between my thighs. I want to drown in Roman.

My hands go to his face, only now I don’t hesitate until I touch him. He pulls me closer, deepening our kiss. And I rub shamelessly against the fly on his jeans. Moaning from the pleasure it gives me.

He breaks the kiss, and I lick my lips, missing the taste of him already. My breathing is shallow. I slowly run my hand from his face to his chest. His heart’s racing, but so is mine.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream.” he whispers to me. My heart skips a beat.

“If this is a dream, I don’t wanna wake up.” I reply honestly.

He leans in and nips at my ear, tracing kisses down the column of my throat. His fingers trace down my collarbone to my aching breasts where he cups one, brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. I can feel that all the way to my core.

“Oh, God. Mila.” He groans my name. Pushing my chest into his palm. I want more. I need everything he can give me.

He pushes down the straps of my bra and licks my collarbone. Walking me towards the bed and placing me gently on the soft sheets.

He takes a step back and I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

“Let me just look at you for a moment. You’re so beautiful, Mila.” My butterflies dance at the words.

“I love you, Mila Hart. I want to make love with you tonight.’ The breath catches in my throat. I wasn’t expecting that. But I want that, I want to feel him.

He pulls a condom from his jeans pocket, and I shake my head.

“I’m protected. We don’t need that if you don’t want to.” He groans as he throws it onto my nightstand.

“You’re killing me, Mila. I’m barely keeping control now.” He presses the heel of his palm into the large bulge in his jeans.

I don’t move from where I am. I watch as he slowly strips out of his clothes, his eyes never breaking from mine. Until he’s standing there naked like a Greek God, his hard cock in his hand, slowly stroking the monster that it is.

He looks to it, then to me.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He almost whispers into the room. I shake my head.

“You won’t hurt me, it will feel good.” He doesn’t seem as convinced as me. He slowly approaches me and grabs my knee, pushing it up to my chest.

He rubs over my lace song, feeling the wetness pooling there between my thighs. I moan his name as he strums over my clit.

I hope he doesn’t wanna tease me for too long, because I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

“Come to me, Roman.” I reached to him, he lets me pull him onto the bed. I scoot up, so we’re both now in the middle. He lays his weight against me, his cock nestling between my thighs, and presses up on his elbows a little to help me breathe.

“God, you’re so tiny, Mila. I don’t want to break you.” As if that’s even possible.

“Take off my underwear.”

He sits up and fumbles nervously with my thong, so I help him with my bra. I throw it across the room. It hits the wall it slides down into a pile that’s been forming there the past week.

I want to touch his cock. I want to make him feel good. But I suspect he’s just as worked up as me. So, I run my fingers down his chest and he watches me, but doesn’t push me away.

“Only you.” He says as he watches me toy with his nipple.

“Only me?”

“Can touch me like that. When it’s you, all the bad thoughts go away. With you Mila, everything’s perfect. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I know I’m bad with words…” he trails off, but I tilt his chin to get him to look at me again.

“You’re not bad. I’m loving every word you say right now. You’re opening up more than ever and I love that you trust me to let me in.”

He studies my face, his fingers brushing over my eyes, my cheeks and nose. I lick his finger when he gets close to my mouth, and he smiles.

“I love you, Mila. I trust you with my life. I would lay mine down for yours. You always saw more in me, even when I couldn’t see it myself. I wasn’t some poor kid from a bad family with a chip on his shoulder. You saw me. The real me inside.” He taps his chest over his heart. “From that day, I knew I would make you mine. And you’re mine Mila.

.”

I pull him down and his hard cock nestles now on my bare flesh. As I kiss him, I rock my hips against his velvety length.

“I love you, Roman Valentine.”

He moans as I take his mouth again and reach between us. Taking his cock in my hand, he breaks from the kiss and looks down between us. I open my legs wider to accommodate his frame as I line him up.

I don’t move. I let him decide if this is what he wants.

But it doesn’t take long. His hips flex…