A Game Of Love (A Forbidden Game #2)

Chapter 17

Tobias

My knee bounces, my anxiety is through the roof. I feel like I’m going to puke.

“Toby,” Lilly’s soft voice is like a soothing balm against my racing nerves. “It’s going to be okay. If you don’t want me to come in there with you, I can stay out here and wait.”

“No.” I shake my head, taking her hand that's on my knee and grasping it in mine. “I want you there.”

I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to be talking about or the kind of questions the therapist is going to ask me. But I want Lilly in there with me, to hear it from my therapist herself that the things I’ve done to Lilly weren't out of malicious intent. They were to help her see why my brain works the way it does. That I really did think I was doing the right thing.

Part of me hopes that if she hears it from a licensed professional and not just from my mouth, she will believe me.

She says she does, but there’s this doubt in the back of my mind wondering what if she doesn’t?

“It’s gonna be okay.” She smiles sweetly up at me. God, she’s so fucking perfect. So damn beautiful. And she’s mine. All mine. Okay, and Bishop’s, too. But still.

I don’t deserve her. And I sure as hell didn’t deserve all the chances she gave me, but I know I’m damn fucking happy she gave them to me.

She’s stayed by my side through it all. I want to be the best man I can be for her. And I’m trying really fucking hard to do that. I’m not giving up, just like she didn’t give up on me.

The door opens to Gracie, my therapist’s office. My head snaps up to find the older woman smiling over at us.

“Toby, it’s lovely to see you. Come on in.” I stand, Lilly joining me at my side.

“Is it okay if I bring Lilly?” Gracie looks at Lilly, understanding on her face.

“Of course.”

I look down at her, struck with this overwhelming need to kiss her, to tell her I love her, to get down on my knees and apologize over and over again.

I’ve kept too many things from the woman I love, for far too long. No more. I want to get everything out on the table, and I hope Gracie can help shed some light, in a way Lilly can understand, on how the mind of someone with BP works.

“I got you, baby,” Lilly says, giving my hand a squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And just like that, I know everything is going to be okay.

For the rest of the week, I’ve been glued to Lilly’s side. Something about having her be a part of a really good therapy session broke down some walls.

With another week of meds under my belt, I’m feeling more and more like myself.

There are still some moments that I find myself struggling, but all it takes is one look at Lilly, and I’m doing okay again. It’s like she’s my anchor, keeping me grounded during a wild storm.

The dorm building got the plumbing situation fixed, so Lilly moved back in. As much as I wanted to go back to Bishop’s and my dorm room, I’m not ready for that.

Today, I had a session with Gracie, and it helped me see a lot.

I miss him. And while what he did was wrong, by keeping things from me the way he did, I can’t help but feel grateful to him for keeping her safe when I couldn’t.

And since they’ve become something more and things between Lilly and me took the next step too, Lilly has been like a ray of sunshine. I’ve never seen her smile so big and laugh so much. She’s radiant. I love seeing her happy and carefree, and I’ll do whatever I can to keep it that way.

I know that I’m not going to have Lilly all to myself. That Bishop will be with her as well.

And, after an hour of talking everything through with Gracie earlier today, I now completely understand and accept it.

It’s still going to take some getting used to, but it’s a nice feeling not to want to throttle my best friend anymore.

Bishop has been amazing this whole time. Not getting mad when I was a grumpy asshole. Smiling and joking as if nothing’s happened. As if things were just like they were back in high school.

I love him for it. It helped show me what things could be like with the three of us.

After spending time with the two of them at the Halloween fair, I knew, without admitting it to myself, that this could work.

Checking the time on my phone, I lean against the wall next to the lecture hall Lilly is in.

She’s done with her last class for the day in a few minutes, and we’ve made plans to go to the library to study.

It’s been a while since I’ve studied with anyone else. My mind was always racing a mile a minute, finding it too hard to study with anyone else around.

She told me to meet her there, but of course like the obsessed stalker I am, I wasn’t going to do that.

If there is any extra time I can get with her, I’m going to take it.

Class is over, and the door opens.

I straighten up as students start to file out. With each student that isn’t Lilly, I start to grow more and more impatient.

But then I see her, her long blonde hair down, flowing over her shoulder. She’s looking down at her phone, so I quickly take mine out and send her a text.

Me: Hey sugar tits. Fancy meeting you here. Wanna come hang out? Your boyfriends don’t need to know.

It’s corny as hell, but it does its purpose when she reads the message, and the corner of her lip quirks up.

She moves to the side, still not seeing me yet. A few seconds later, I get a text message.

I grin as I look down to read it.

My everything: Sorry, sir. If my boyfriends find out you're talking to me, they’re going to kick your ass.

I snort and type back.

Me: Really? You sure about that? I’m pretty strong. I can take them.

She’s still smiling as she types back.

My everything: I’m sure. They’re hockey players. Big, tattooed ones. So, you could see how I’d have no trouble turning you down.

Me: Shame. I could have made you one happy girl. I hear I can do wicked things with my tongue.

Her brows jump as she reads it, then I see the text bubbles.

My everything: I’m sure you could. But so can my boyfriends.

Shaking my head with a grin on my face and a warm fuzzy feeling, I tuck my phone into my pocket and make my way over to her.

“Who are you texting?” I ask when I get to her.

Her head pops up, surprise in her eyes followed by something that has my heart racing. She’s happy to see me. Fuck, that’s a good feeling.

“No one. Some creep was texting me. Asking to hang out. Can you believe that?” she scoffs.

“Oh really?” I growl in a playful tone. “And what did you say to him?”

“That my big scary hockey player boyfriends are going to kick his ass.”

“Yeah?” I grin. “What did he say about that?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Said he could take you. Also said he had a wicked tongue! Like, rude much.”

Leaning in as close as I can get without drawing attention, I whisper, “We both know my tongue can do so much better. But maybe I’ll show you later, couldn’t hurt for a little reminder.”

Her eyes flash with heat, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips. My cock twitches in response.

“No. A reminder couldn’t hurt,” she whispers, breathing just a little bit faster than a moment before. I love how much I affect her. The desire for me is bright in her eyes.

“Later. Right now, we study.”

Her lower lip pokes out. “Ugh, no more learning.”

I laugh, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. “I know it sucks. But sometimes we gotta adult.”

“I don’t wanna adult,” she grumbles.

“I know. Me either. But I have a game tonight. So, I want to get this studying in before we get too busy all weekend.”

“That's right!“ she squeals excitedly. “I almost forgot. How are you feeling? Are you nervous, excited?”

“A little bit of both,” I admit. The bright sun beams down on us as we walk out of the building and onto a pathway leading to the massive library on campus.

“What‘s wrong?” she asks, sensing the hesitation in my tone.

I sigh heavily. “I’m worried. I don’t want to let the team down. They don’t seem to be as pissed off at me as they were before. But I did fuck up big time. Plus, Jonas has been doing a good job. We won the first game and were so close in the second. What if I suck tonight, and we lose?”

Lilly grabs my hand and tugs me around a building and out of the public eye.

I’m surprised by her strength as she shoves me up against the wall.

This side of Lilly is new. And really fucking hot. The way she pulled both Bishop and me aside in the fun house, got down on her knees, and sucked our cocks was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

Right now, there’s a similar look in her eye. Is she going to suck me off right now? I mean, I don’t think I’d be able to say no if she did. Not that I’d want to say no. This woman can do whatever the fuck she wants to me.

“Listen to me, Tobias Munro. You are an amazing player. And the team knows it. They need it. Jonas will have his time to shine next year. But this year is your last. Enjoy it. Shine like the bright fucking star you are, and I’ll be in the stands cheering my ass off for you.”

“Fucking hell, Lilly,” I growl. I love this woman so damn much. The ferocity of her faith in me blows my mind. But it’s also the boost I need. “How are you so damn perfect?”

“I’m not perfect. No one is.” She shakes her head.

Grabbing her shoulders, I flip us around, pushing her up against the wall as I tower over her, blocking her from the world. “I love you, Lilly. In my eyes, you are perfect. Even the parts of you that aren’t are to me. You can do no wrong in my eyes. Because in yours, I can’t, and you have no fucking idea how much that faith you have in me means to me.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, and I kiss her so damn hard my cock strains against my jeans.

“I want to fuck you against this wall,” I growl against her lips.

“Do it,” she breathes out, surprising me.

I pull back, brow raised. “My, my, my. Is my Lillypad a naughty girl? Sex where we can be caught. Outside in public. Why I’d never.”

She grins, biting her lip. “I’m always up to try something once.”

Groaning, I bring my forehead to hers as I summon every ounce of control I can find. She giggles, the sound making my heart skip just a little faster.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get out of here before you call my bluff.” She slips out from under my arms and grabs my hand, tugging me back towards the path.

Quickly, I adjust myself, trying to hide my erection. It’s not easy.

“So you were bluffing? You really wouldn’t let me fuck you in public?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

She doesn’t look at me as she bites her lip. “I guess we’ll never know.”

“I can’t do anymore,” Lilly groans, tossing her book onto the table in front of us. “If I have to look at one more word, my eyeballs are gonna fall out.”

Snorting a laugh, I close my own book and slip it into my backpack. “I think we’ve done enough. I gotta get going soon anyway.”

Her eyes open, and she peeks over at me. “Already? How long have we been here?”

“Three hours.”

“Three hours!” she yells dramatically. “Yeah, I’m done. No more. If I have to look at this book anymore today, I’m going to burn it!”

“No need to burn it,” I say in amusement as I pack up for her as she continues to be adorably dramatic.

“I don’t think I can sit still for another few hours for your game. My butt hurts,” she whines.

An idea sparks, and I try my best to hold back my grin.

“Come with me,” I tell her, standing up and holding out my hand.

She raises a brow. “Where are we going?”

“Trust me?” I ask, grinning more than I wanted her to see. I’m excited, and so is my cock, with what we’re about to do.

“With my life,” she whispers, the mood shifting.

Fucking hell, this woman is going to be the death of me. How can she say something like that and expect me not to worship her right here where anyone could see?

Now, I’m even more anxious to get her alone.

Pulling her through the library, I take her to a part where there’s hardly anyone and push her up against the shelves.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking at me with wide blue eyes.

“I got a little hungry while studying.” I grin, dropping to my knees.

“Toby,” she gasps, eyes widening as she looks around. “Here?”

I answer her by lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties. “Here.”

“Toby,” she warns but does nothing to stop me. I look up at her to see her face flushed. She’s turned on.

My girl wants me, and I’m going to give her just what she needs. Lifting her leg, I drape it over my shoulder. “Be a good girl and put this in your mouth.” I hold up her panties.

“What?!” She gapes at me.

“Can’t have anyone hearing your moans. They’re for me only,” I growl.

Her eyes fill with heat as she takes her panties and stares at them. Letting out a breath of defeat, she shoves them in her mouth, her nose lifting in an adorable scrunch.

Fuck, she looks so sexy right now. I might be on my knees for her, but she’s at my mercy. “Good girl.”

I watch her visibly melt under the praise, and my cock jerks. I’m already so damn hard, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her like it should be.

As much as I’d like to take my time with her, to lick and tease her until she’s a sobbing mess, I can’t do that here.

This needs to be quick, but I can make her feel just as good. “Use the shelves to hold yourself up,” is all I say before diving under her skirt.

As soon as my tongue meets her slick cunt, she moans against her gag. The moment her subtle, salty arousal hits my tongue, I’m a goner. I lap at her pussy, hungry for every drop that drips from her cunt.

One hand tangles in my hair as she rocks her hips, fucking her pussy against my mouth. I groan against her core, thrusting my tongue into her opening before coming out to suck on her clit. I do that a few times before adding my fingers to the mix.

She gasps and moans, trying to take more. The sound of her arousal fills the air as I thrust them in and out of her hot little cunt.

My tongue flicks against her clit, over and over, as I suck hard, fucking her harder with my fingers.

It doesn’t take long before she shudders, cumming hard around my fingers. Her sweet whimpers fill the air, muffled by her panties.

I move my fingers out of the way, lapping at her pussy, cleaning up every drop I can get before sucking my fingers clean. She tastes like fucking heaven.

Moving my head back, I find her staring at me with heavily-lidded eyes, chest heaving as she breathes through her nose.

“Such a good girl,” I utter as I get to my feet. Pulling the panties free, I kiss her like a madman, forcing her to taste herself on my lips.

“We better get going,” I grunt, pulling away from her.

Dropping to my knees again, I help her into her panties.

“Where do you think you're going?” she asks, grabbing my shirt and pulling me back so that I trap her against the shelves.

The little vixen grins up at me, fire in her eyes as she undoes my jeans just enough to slip her soft slender hand into my pants and wrap it around my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan, eyes closing as she starts to stroke me.

“Eyes on me, big guy,” she whispers.

My eyes snap open, my breathing heavier by the second.

She bites her lower lip as she jerks me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too. Now cum for me like a good boy.”

I growl, thrusting into her hand over and over.

My hands curl around her shoulder, my body shaking as pleasure shoots up and down my spine. My balls are heavy, ready for release.

Seeing her like this, like a little temptress taking her power, has me so fucking turned on.

It doesn't take long before I’m groaning, her name on my lips as my cock pulses in her hand, cum filling my jeans.

But what really has me second-guessing going to the fame and not fucking her senseless right here is when she pulls her hand free and licks the cum off her fingers.

“Lilly,” I groan. She just grins and pulls me down for a kiss, forcing me to taste my cum.

I groan, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless.

God, I love this woman with all my being.

We leave the library and make our way to the rink. Splitting apart, we go our separate ways, and I focus on getting in the right headspace.

“Someone has a pep in their step.” Bishop chuckles.

“Today is a good day.” I grin. “The sun is shining, I’m playing today's game, and I nearly drowned in our girl’s cum. What more could I ask for?” I whisper the last part.

His eyes widen. “You lucky fucker.”

I just grin wider.

We hit the ice, the crowd going wild. I missed this. It’s not the same being on the side lines.

Getting into the net, I clear my mind of everything but the game. I know my girl is here; I know she’s cheering me on.

I’m going to win this for her.