A Game Of Love (A Forbidden Game #2)

Chapter 12

Tobias

A cool breeze blows over my body, making me shiver. I burrow into the blanket that’s draped over me, curling my body into a tight ball.

I know I’m on the pool lounger and should probably go inside, but I can’t seem to bring myself to move, sleep still gripping me.

As I drift in and out of consciousness, I fight with what’s reality or what’s all in my head. The noises around me sound wrong like they shouldn’t be outside.

The frogs croak, and the crickets chirp, but there’s this other sound that is a contrast to the steady hum of the nightlife.

My eyes flutter open, the sounds of a cry pulling me from sleep. Frowning, I lay still, waiting, wondering if it’s all inside my head.

A grunt sounds next. Sitting up, I look around, wondering where the sound is coming from.

Straining to listen, I hear it again. Another moan, a feminine cry.

Slowly, my brow rises. Sex. They’re sex noises.

“I swear to god, if it’s Mom and Dads, I’m going to have to seek therapy for a whole new reason,” I grumble, scrubbing my sleep-filled eyes with the heels of my hands.

Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be able to hear them, not from this side of the house. Their bedrooms are on the opposite side, the sound shouldn’t carry this far, even with the windows open.

“Bishop!” a sharp cry, followed by an, “Oh god!” fills my ears. My body stiffens, nostrils flaring as I realize where and who the sounds are coming from.

I remember telling Bishop to take Lilly into the pool house for some sleep. Sleep, not fucking sex.

Anger and jealousy swirl around inside me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m getting up from the chair and padding across the cold cement towards the pool house.

With each step closer, my heart races faster. A cold sweat breaks out along my body, anticipation killing me with what I’m about to find on the other side of this door.

Chest rising and falling quickly, I grab the handle, my knuckles going white with how hard my grip is.

Tonight was good. It was normal. And as mad as I am with Bishop, I made sure not to let it interfere with the time we were spending together.

Lilly was at school all day, then she had plans to go to Bishop’s parents’ place. I missed her, and the craving to be near her was strong.

But I respected the fact that everything can’t be about her and me.

Doesn’t mean I didn’t hate every moment she was alone with him and his parents, playing a happy little couple.

It felt weird knowing I wasn’t there. I should have been. I’ve always been.

Part of me wishes he asked me to come along, but I understand why he didn’t. He wanted this time with Lilly, a kind of meet the parents thing despite them knowing Lilly as long as they’ve known me.

I’m jealous that they’re so open about it, that they can be so carefree together.

I want that with Lilly. It’s what I’ve wanted for so damn long. She says we can have it, and I want to believe her, but it’s hard to think that anything could be so easy.

Going about your day with a boyfriend who’s been your friend for years is one thing, add in your stepbrother, who you’ve been equally, if not more, bonded to, is another.

Lilly isn’t afraid of what others will think. I get that. I understand and accept that now.

But it’s just not that easy for me.

I’ve gone years obsessing over her, craving her with this desperate need that was soul-consuming. The mere thought of another man’s hands on her literally sent me into violent rages.

I’d channel all that negative energy into the fights I’d sign up for. It was enough of a controlled environment that it was a good enough solution for me. The only one I knew at the time.

Now that I don’t have that outlet anymore, I have to find new ways to cope.

My mind has been a mess this past week. Hell, it hasn’t even been a full week since I found out about the two of them, yet it’s somehow felt like years. How does that work? Each day drags on, and I feel like I’m on this tight deadline to figure my shit out when it comes to this whole dynamic, or I’ll lose her.

Knowing that I’m out of chances with Lilly is the only thing that’s kept me together.

I’m trying really fucking hard. I’m taking my meds, I’ve had a few phone sessions with my therapist, and I have an in-person appointment scheduled for next week.

Learning to cope with and manage my condition is my main goal. I’m doing all the right things.

Yet, in moments like this, I feel like it’s all washed away.

I don’t want to be the guy who reacts with anger and violence. Who loses his mind by hitting first and asking questions later.

It’s not that easy when you’re in moments like this. It’s a struggle to remember to keep your cool, to breathe, and to pull yourself out of the situation that triggers you.

And here I am, walking right into the thick of it.

I should turn around, head back inside the house, and go to bed.

Like that’s going to fucking happen. No way in hell I’d be able to just close my eyes and pretend I don’t know what’s going on behind this door.

Knowing better, I still turn the knob and slowly push it open.

The sounds of their pleasure increase, loud in my ears as skin slaps against skin. Sweat and cum hit my nose, the smell of sex potent in the air.

With a thundering heart, my eyes adjust to the darkness, landing on their moving forms on the bed.

Moonlight cascades through the window, illuminating their bodies.

Heart stilling, I’m frozen in place, forced to watch the sight before me.

My body quakes with white-hot rage as my chest heaves with unsteady breaths. I stare at the man looming over my girl, thrusting into her, grunting like a damn animal as he fucks her hard and fast into the bed.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he moans. “Your cunt feels so fucking good. So perfect.”

“Bishop,” she moans, clawing at the sheets below her.

“You like this, il mio cuore ? Do you like how my cock stretches that sweet little pussy of yours?”

“Yes!” she answers with a broken sob.

“I bet you’d love to have my cock inside you, gliding in and out of you as Toby takes you from behind. Wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

The sound of my name sounds odd in this situation.

“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpers.

“Trapped between us, telling you how good of a girl you are for taking both our cocks at the same time. We’d fill you with so much pleasure, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself, making you come apart on our cocks before we filled you with our release.”

“Oh fuck. I’m close.”

Bishop chuckles deeply. “Look at you. So fucking perfect. You were made for us, Baby Girl. Our perfect girl. We’re going to take such good care of you.”

He slows his pace, keeping the strokes long and deep.

Watching this is like having an out-of-body experience. Bishop looks deep into her eyes. I see it, their connection. He loves her; she loves him. He looks at her like I do.

Like a balloon slowly losing its air, the jealousy and anger inside me starts to dissipate, replaced with confusion and other emotions I can’t quite place.

She’s happy. I’d be a monster to take that away from her.

He needs her. She needs him. I need them both.

With gritted teeth and a head filled with swirling, confusing thoughts, I close the door carefully and back away.

I stand there, listening to the two of them together, unable to bring myself to actually leave.

Taking a seat next to the door, I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes.

They continue, with no signs of stopping.

And every dirty word out of Bishop’s mouth seems to be about all the things both he and I would do to her.

Her responsive moans and whimpers let me know that everything he’s saying is exactly what she wants.

As I let the thoughts of his words play out inside my mind, my cock stiffens against my swim trunks.

With deep breaths, I try to get myself under control. But with each flash of the image he’s describing, the more turned on I get.

I envision everything Bishop says in my mind, my hand inching towards the waistband of my shorts.

I’m so painfully hard right now, and I’m so fucking confused about why. It’s not like I want Bishop to do those things to me. I don’t think of him like that.

But the idea of being able to work together, to make her feel good, to get those sounds out of her sweet mouth as we’re buried deep inside her is something I don’t think I’m opposed to.

At least, I don’t think I am–based on how fucking turned on I am.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, lying to myself that it’s just to ease the pressure on my cock.

Letting my eyes flutter open, I check my surroundings to make sure I’m alone. I am; it’s dark and in the middle of the night. Everyone else in the house would be asleep by now.

Pulling my waistband down, I allow my cock to spring free.

Pre-cum already drips from the tip as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock.

Letting my eyes close again, I relax as I start to stroke myself. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the grunt of pleasure threatening to slip free.

Faster and faster, I work myself, ears straining to listen to every sound inside that room. Bishop’s dirty fantasies, his filthy words, the way Lilly keens in response.

It pushes me to the edge, so I work myself faster.

Breathing through clenched teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rises and falls quickly.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck, Bishop, Toby!”

“That’s it, baby, let go. Pretend you're soaking Toby’s face as he fucks your cunt with his tongue.”

“Fucking hell,” I hiss, the tingling in my balls shooting straight through my cock. My balls draw up, and my back arches as I hear her sobs of relief and gasps of air. It has me cuming hard... right alongside Lilly.

Thick ropes of cum shoot out, splashing against my bare chest.

Body slumping against the wall, I struggle to catch my breath as I come down from my high.

Ears ringing, heart pounding, I sit there for a few moments, trying to catch my bearings.

As the world around me goes silent once again, reality comes crashing in.

Panic spikes, and I'm up on my feet, tucking my cock away and grabbing a discarded towel off the ground, using it to clean myself up.

Thrown off by what just happened, I take one last look at the pool house before taking off to the main house.

Heading straight to my room, I toss the towel into the dirty laundry basket and go to the bathroom.

I take a hot shower, scrubbing my body as my mind reels about what the fuck that was.

Who am I? Did I really just get off on the idea of sharing Lilly with my best friend?

When I should have felt jealousy and rage, I felt turned on and intrigued.

“Another thing to talk to my therapist about,” I mutter as I turn the water off. “She’s going to love this one.”

She’s been telling me to hear Bishop and Lilly out. To try and see if it’s possible to embrace the idea of all of us making this dynamic work when I told her losing Lilly wasn’t an option. She knows I’ve already told Lilly I’d accept it, but at the time, I think I was just telling her what she needed to hear in fear of losing her.

Now? Now, I’m not too sure.

I didn’t barge in there and rip him off her, then beat him to a bloody pulp. So that’s a start, right?

Maybe I can share her with him. Only him. Because if it was any other man in that room, I’d be in jail for murder. A charge even Brody’s money couldn’t get me out of.

“Ugh,” I growl, grabbing at my wet hair as I step out of the shower. Toweling myself off, I move to the mirror and wipe the steam and condensation off.

“What am I going to do?” I mutter to my reflection. I know what I have to do.

Hanging my head, I take a few deep breaths.

It’s not going to be easy, but I’m going to try.

First, that means I need to try to move past this thing with Bishop. Tonight was good, it showed that it’s possible.

But I know if I take on too much, too fast, I’m going to get overwhelmed, and I don’t know if I want to risk losing my control.

Lilly mentioned wanting to go to the Halloween festival this weekend. It could be a good opportunity to see how things will be when the three of us are hanging out.

So far, Lilly has been true to her word and anytime I’m around the two of them, they’ve kept the PDA minimal.

Am I an asshole for being the reason why she holds back with him when I’m around?

Bishop didn’t bat an eye at Lilly, snuggling up to me while we hung out. He acted like it was normal like we’ve done this for years.

I guess, in a way, we have. I cuddled Lilly back in high school; she sat on my lap, and we held hands with Bishop around.

The only thing that’s really different is seeing him do the same with her.

Heading into the room, I grab a pair of boxers and slide into bed.

I lay there, staring at the photo of the three of us on my bedside table, unable to close my eyes, knowing that the two of them are out there, together, while I’m in here alone.

A part of me wants to go and slide into bed next to Lilly. Wherever she is, that’s where I want to be.

And I know for a fact that Bishop wouldn’t say a word about it, just letting it happen.

I’m being stubborn, I know. But even if this dynamic is something I grew up around, I never thought I’d live it myself.

It’s new. It’s scary, but... it’s also kind of enticing?

Groaning, I bury my face into the pillow and allow my mind to wander to thoughts of Lilly, and pray I don’t wake up screaming from another nightmare.