A Game Of Love (A Forbidden Game #2)

Chapter 2

Lillianna

“How are you doing?” Bishop asks, giving my knee a squeeze as he looks over at me briefly before turning his attention back to the road.

“I’m not sure,” I mumble, leaning my head against the cool window.

Any fun from earlier is now gone and forgotten. “It’s going to be okay.” He says the words, but the tone sounds like he isn’t so sure about that, which sends a spark of worry through me.

“I want to believe that...” My voice clogs with emotion as I try not to cry. “I really do. But I don’t know anything anymore.”

After Toby left, I stood there staring in the direction he left, gutted.

It’s not that what Bishop and I were doing was wrong—I don’t think that in any way—but Toby didn’t deserve to find out that way. I’ve never seen him look so defeated. All the fight in him was gone.

Maybe that’s a good thing? I’m not sure what I’d have done if Toby went off the edge. I love him. I want to be by his side and support him in any way he needs. But at what cost? When do I draw a line and think about myself and my feelings? I’m just glad he didn’t explode like we all thought he would.

That sends another wave of guilt through me because he deserves the benefit of the doubt instead of having everyone he loves expecting the worst of him.

Bishop insisted on taking me back to the dorm. I didn’t fight him on it, no longer in the partying mood.

“I didn’t want to hurt him,” I whisper, closing my eyes as another wave of anguish settles into my bones. “I didn’t want him to find out like that. We should have told him. I know we agreed not to, that he wasn’t in the right mindset after everything that's happened lately, but...”

I can’t help but feel some sort of guilt. Like, somehow, I was the one who betrayed him. It’s messed up because what about everything he’s done to me? He can’t use being off his meds as an excuse for the past two years.

Opening my eyes, I look over at my boyfriend. God, that’s something I still haven’t gotten used to. “I am glad he knows, though,” I admit. “Because as much as I hated keeping this from him, I also hated the fact that we had to hide that we’re together. I don’t like treating you like you're some dirty little secret to me.”

He looks over at me, a handsome grin taking over his sinful lips and making my heart flutter. He takes my hand, entwining my fingers with his before pulling into the parking lot in front of the dorm. The car comes to a stop, and he shuts the engine off, turning in his seat to look at me. Bringing my hand up, he places a kiss on the back before resting it on his lap.

“I’m going to admit, I also think we went about this all wrong. I do agree keeping it from him was probably not the best move. We wanted to protect him, not to set him off after everything he’s been through. But Lilly, I don’t feel bad about him knowing. If anything, I’m pissed that he’s made you upset yet again. He’s a big boy. We can’t keep babying him. If Toby wanted you for himself, he should have taken you a long time ago. Now, he’s going to have to get over the fact he has to share you because I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to leave. And even then, I’d still fight for another chance to stay yours. Because you're worth the world, Lilly. You're worth fighting for.”

I don’t want him to leave me, the thought alone has my stomach twisting in pain.

“Bishop.” My eyes well with tears, his words making my belly swoop and fill with butterflies. This man. This amazing man. And he’s mine. “You're going to make me cry.”

He grabs my other hand, pulling me towards him. I go willingly until he’s leaning back in his seat, and I’m straddling his lap.

“No crying, il mio cuore.” He gently cups my face, brushing a stray tear with his thumb. “No more tears, baby. Not if I can help it.”

A shiver makes its way through my body at his touch, right down to the tips of my toes. We stare into one another's eyes, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I gaze at him with desire. I can feel him growing hard against me.

My need for him is strong. Every time I look at him, all I can think about is him pinning me to the nearest surface and kissing me until the only thing I’m able to think about is him. Us. No one else in the world would matter.

“Thank you,” I whisper, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head. Bringing my face down to his, he stops just as my lips hover over his.

“For what?” The question is nothing but a whisper, his warm breath fanning over my lips.

A small smile forms. “For being you,” I whisper back. “For being amazing. Most of all for being my best friend, someone I can trust, and rely on. And thank you for being mine. For choosing me.”

He groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “Choosing you has got to be one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here... with you. I’m all yours, Lilly. We’re going to get through this, just like we’ll get through anything else that comes our way. Together.”

“What about Toby? With how he’s reacted in the past, tonight seems to be too good to be true.”

“It’s not.” How can he sound so sure of that? “I believed him when he said he was done fighting what you two share, that he was going to try to be okay with us being together. I saw the fear in his eyes when you told him this was his last chance, that you were done if he walked away. He won’t fight you on it.”

Pure relief fills me. Even if I still have my suspicions about it, hearing Bishop reassure me helps calm a little bit of the doubt.

“As for things between me and him,” he sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m not sure we’re on good terms. And I sure as hell don’t think he’s going to forgive me so easily.”

My stomach sinks. “He can’t be mad at you,” I insist.

“But he can.” Bishop chuckles softly. “Bro code, babe. I took the girl he wanted.”

I narrow my eyes. “No one took me. I’m yours. And his.”

“Yes. But in his mind, you’ve been his. Only his. For years now. The thought of you with anyone else made that man murderous. You saw how he was about Jonas and then Ryan. How do you think he feels now that his best friend, the one he trusted to protect you, ended up with you? He’s hurt. And this is all new to him. He thought once he got his shit under control, you two would work things out and be together. He never planned or wanted to include another man into the equation. Not only that, he was also under the impression we were only friends. And while I sure as fuck don’t regret feeling something more for you, it’s not something he was expecting.”

“After everything he’s put me through, he should be lucky that I’m even willing to give him another chance. I’ve given him so many already, and I know I’m stupid enough to keep giving him more depending on the situation,” I grumble.

“You're not stupid, baby, just a woman in love. Love is a powerful emotion and can make people do crazy things.”

“Tell me about it,” I sigh, moving to lean back, but Bishop grips my hips, keeping me close.

“Everything will be okay,” he insists. “I will make sure you get the happy ending you deserve. With both of us by your side.”

“You will?” The question comes out on a soft breath, my eyes flicking between his as I lick my lips.

His captivating eyes hold mine. “I’d do just about anything to see you smile, il mio cuore,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine.

A shudder rolls through me as I rock my hips against his erection. Liquid heat fills my lower belly as my clit throbs at the growl that rumbles in his chest.

I whimper, breathing heavily against his lips, begging him in my mind to kiss me, consume me, make me his. Because he’s mine.

I won’t give him up, not for anyone or anything. I need him just as much as I need Toby.

“And to hear you make those noises,” he groans before crashing his lips to mine eagerly.

A needy sigh leaves me as our lips move together, slow and sensual.

Reaching up, I run my hands through his hair, grabbing handfuls of it as I greedily take what I need from him. We kiss as if we’d die if our lips ever broke apart. Moving my hips frantically, I chase the feeling that spreads through my veins and down to my core.

It’s throbbing with need, aching, begging to be filled by him. But this is not the place I want to have my second time having sex or my first time with Bishop.

That doesn't mean we can’t do other things.

My lips part, and Bishop's tongue slips past, sliding against mine. I moan as they tangle together in a dirty, desperate kiss.

Bishop growls when I pull harder on his hair, this frenzied feeling unleashing inside me.

“Fuck,” Bishop gasps for air as he rips his lips away from mine. I whimper, chasing the kiss, but he moves his lips to my neck.

My nails drag along his scalp as a needy moan leaves my mouth. I arch my neck to the side, giving him access. His lips move against my throat, sucking softly, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, nipping at my throat. “Baby,” he groans like it kills him to say this. “We can’t.”

“We can,” I breathe out, my thoughts clouded by the desperate need for him.

A low, rumbling, disapproving growl leaves his chest. “I’m not fucking you in the car,” he commands.

“Why not?” I whine, even though I know I don’t want that either. At least, not right now.

“Because, il mio cuore, when I’m inside you for the first time, I want to stay there for hours. I want to worship every inch of your body, Lilly, savor every flick of my tongue against your soft, warm skin.” He growls, nipping at my neck. “Between your legs.” My heart picks up its pace as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth, my eyes roll back when he bites down hard. “The feeling of my lips wrapped around your peaked little nipple.” He grips my hips, pushing me down to grind harder against his cock. “The feeling of your hot, wet pussy as it quivers around my cock while this delectable mouth screams my name, cumming for me like a good fucking girl.”

Oh fuck. This man. That mouth. Oh fuck, I think I’m going to cum right now if he doesn’t stop talking to me like that.

You know what, never mind, I don’t want him to stop. I think I might cry if he does, and I’ve done enough of that to last me a lifetime.

“Okay,” I whimper. “No sex. But please, don’t stop.”

“I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to. And trust me, baby, I never want to stop.” He growls, one of his hands grabbing the back of my head as he crashes his lips back to mine.

Using the other hand, he grips my hip, holding me in place as he lifts up to thrust himself against me.

We’re a mess right now, nothing but pure raw passion as we work one another to the edge.

“Fuck. Lilly,” he groans in pain, sucking my lower lip into his mouth before biting down. “I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop.”

“Then cum,” I pant against his lips, eyes wide with wild need. “Cum with me, Bishop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, his forehead pressing to mine.

Eyes open, we stare at one another, lips parted while breathing heavily. Our breaths mingle together as we rush towards the finish line.

The car is rocking, the windows are fogged up, and if anyone was walking by, they would think the worst of what's going on in here. But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything at this moment except the two of us.

“Dammnit,” he whispers, rocking me faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The thickness of his cock rubs against my clit perfectly. One, two, three more thrusts, and I’m shattering.

“Bishop!” I gasp, my nails digging into the leather of the seat as I try to keep myself from collapsing onto him. My orgasm crashes into me, sparks of pleasure lighting my pussy up like the damn fourth of July.

My eyes roll back as I shudder in his arms, my body controlled by my climax.

A moment later, he’s joining me in his own release. “Fucking hell,” he shouts, thrusting his hips up as he frantically rocks against me. Then he’s holding me down against him, little shallow rocks, as I feel his cock pulsing inside his jeans.

The sounds that leave him have my pussy fluttering in delight. Pure masculine pleasure. So fucking hot.

Tucking my face into his neck, I snuggle into his body, letting him wrap his arms around me.

We sit there, allowing ourselves to catch our breath, reveling in the high of one another.

I could stay in this moment, in his arms, for a lifetime. He smells good, and his hand feels amazing as he rubs it up and down my back while my heartbeat settles back to normal.

“Lil–” Bishop starts before we both jolt in fright when someone bangs against the car window.

My eyes widen in horror as I stare at Bishop's worried ones.

“Campus security. If you’re done in there, I suggest you leave the car now and head to your dorm before I’m forced to call the police.”

“Oh my god!” I squeak out as mortification washes over me, hands flying to cover my mouth. “Oh my god, Bishop, what do we do?” I’m absolutely humiliated right now. Oh my god, Bee is never going to let me hear the end of this when she finds out. Oh god, fuck my life.

“All good!” Bishop calls out, his face breaking into an amused grin. “We were just heading in now.”

The security guard lets out a grunt of acknowledgment, muttering something about horny young adults before we hear the sounds of his receding footsteps.

Bishop bursts into laughter, and I mean full-blown belly laughs.

“It’s not funny!” I scold him, slapping at his shoulder.

“You gotta admit, babe.” He chuckles, catching his breath. “It is, a little bit.”

“You suck.” I glare at him.

“Not what you thought a few minutes ago when your greedy little pussy used me for its pleasure.”

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 party outside 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.”

I smile against his chest, this happy, giddy feeling that I never want to go away, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” And in the softest whisper, I hear, “I love you.”

Swallowing hard, a small bit of guilt hits me when I don’t say it back. It’s not that I don’t feel the same way, I do. I love Bishop. I’m falling in love with him.

But the only times I’ve ever said those words in that way, I was met with heartache and rejection. I guess my heart is protecting me, asking me to wait and make sure we’re not going to get hurt before I say the words back.

And I will say them. I will. Just not now. But soon.