The Game: Rebels of Ridgecrest High (Book 3)

Roman picks me up and carries me to the bed. I laugh as he throws me, and I bounce a few times.

“It’s playtime, baby.” Hunter’s wicked grin has me tingling all over.

I wait for Roman to join me, but he doesn’t. He just watches and strokes his length. My hand weaves its way down my body, and I arch off the soft bedding as my fingers find my clit. I lick my lips as I play with myself. Hunter’s cock flexes under my gaze, and I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning.

They’re watching me, taking their own pleasure and watching as I take mine.

The bed dips to the right as someone joins me. I don’t open my eyes. I let the mystery take over as a warm hand cups my breast and then I feel a tongue roll around my nipple as they suck it into their hot mouth.

I smile and reach up, grabbing Hunter’s head. He doesn’t have hair to grip on to, but I knew that it’s Hunter by the way he uses his tongue.

I open my eyes and see Roman is on the bed now, stroking his cock as he watches the two of us. I reach for him, but he shakes his head. Not coming closer. I worry he still thinks he’s broken, even though he said he wanted to play.

“Big guy, you wanna watch me blow our girl’s mind?” Hunter smirks over at him.

I chuckle at the new nickname. Big guy. Roman grunts, and it takes no time for Hunter to rip open a square foil packet and roll a condom down his length.

“Let’s put on the best show for our big guy. Let’s watch him blow his load as I fuck your brains out.”

Well, how can I say no to that? Hunter always finds my G-spot when we fuck, and with Roman watching, I know it’s only going to be so much more explosive.

Hunter wastes no time. He kisses me as he moves our bodies together, and when I open my legs, he settles his weight there. He moves his hips as he sucks on my neck, kissing me lower and rocking his cock against my wet pussy. I pull my legs up, giving him more room, and he groans into my throat.

“You’re so wet, so gorgeous, lying here under me.” Hunter pauses to tell me.

I look into his eyes and grab his jaw with a smirk. “Fuck me, Hunter,” I demand. As much as I love his dirty talk and love begging, he needs to shut the hell up and fuck me.

He grabs under my knee and pushes my leg up to my chest, and in one swift movement, he buries his cock deep within me. We both let out a throaty moan. He pauses for a moment, letting me adjust to the position, and I nod when I’m ready.

Pulling back, he slams into me again, and my whole body alights with pleasure. It’s not slow and tender when it comes to Hunter. It’s always hard and fast, just how I like it.

My fingers and toes tingle as he thrusts in and out over and over again. He hits my G-spot, and I claw for him. I can’t speak. I gasp as the orgasm takes me by surprise. It’s so fast that I don’t have time to come down before he pulls out and flips me. I turn on my hands and knees, wanting to watch Roman.

As soon as my eyes meet his, Hunter slaps my ass, and Roman’s eyes widen more. Is this how he thought it would be? Is this making him happy, or is he upset watching Hunter fuck me?

Hunter slams into me, hard. I groan as my back bows, his hands grip my ass cheeks, and he slams into me again. Roman’s hand keeps time; every time Hunter slams into me, he strokes himself. His breathing speeds up. He’s close, and I want to watch him come. I want to come with him.

I reach between my legs and rub my clit. Hunter bats my hand away and replaces it with his as he grips my hair and yanks my head back. His movements are becoming less predictable, and all I can hear in the room is his breathing, our bodies slapping together, and Roman’s small grunts as he moves closer.

Roman’s so close to me, I could taste him. I stick my tongue out, and he moves until I can lick his pre-cum. I moan at the salty taste.

“She’s so close, Roman. Come on her pretty little tongue as I come inside her. I’m close.”

Roman’s hand movement becomes jerky as his body struggles to stay close to me, and it doesn’t take long before he’s coming. I open my mouth, but I’m not fast enough, and rope after rope of cum lands on my chin and the bedding. Roman’s whole body shivers as I lick his cock clean.

He groans, and my core clenches around Hunter. One stroke, two strokes, and Hunter comes. I tip over the edge with him, barely able to hold myself up as he flicks my clit and another orgasm washes through me and has me collapsing.

I drop to the bed as Hunter holds my hips up, pumping a few more times before pulling out, and I’m swept up into Roman’s arms. He holds me to his chest. I’m covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I give him a sexed-up smile.

“Hey,” I say as I reach up to touch his nose. It’s been broken so many times, it has a slight bump in the middle. It’s perfect. I run my fingers down it, and he makes a funny sound before gently biting my finger between his teeth. I giggle.

“Don’t bite her fingers off, Roman. I like to see them wrapped around my cock.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. Hunter comes over and sits beside us. He pushes my hair away from my face and kisses me. When he pulls away, I can see his brows furrow as he licks his lips.

“That… I didn’t think about that when I did it.”

I burst out laughing, and Roman tenses as he realizes what Hunter just tasted.

“It’s not bad, man. But I think we can safely say, I don’t like your cum.”

Then Roman chuckles. It’s deep and throaty, and I smile as I press myself against his warm, naked body.

This is perfect. This is everything I always wanted.

When I wake, it’s to Roman kissing my forehead, and I’m in my pajamas under the blankets. Someone must have dressed me and put me to bed.

I open my mouth to protest him leaving me, but he whispers, “Asher’s mom is home, so I gotta sneak out.”

I nod and watch both Hunter and Roman sneak out of my room.

I curse myself falling asleep. I didn’t get to tell them about Asher. I’ll call them. It needs to be done sooner rather than later.

Night has fallen and it’s dark outside. The only light on is the hallway light. I can’t believe I slept that long. I must have needed it, or the guys wore me out. I stretch and feel some new muscle aches. Good aches, as I remember what happened today. How open and confident Roman had been.

There’s a knock at the door, and I call out for whoever it is to come in. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I blink a few times, trying to see the figure at my door, but I can’t make out who it is.

“Do you need some water, Mila?” It’s Kate.

I sigh. “That would be amazing.”

She goes into my bathroom and fixes me a glass of cool tap water. I take it from her and guzzle it down. She laughs when I finish. “Thirsty?”

I nod. “You could say that. Thank you, that feels better.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, and I instantly think about where Roman missed my mouth, and now I’m worried she’s sitting in his dry cum.

“Mila,” she says loudly, and I look up at her. “Mila, I was trying to ask if you’re feeling okay?”

I nod again. I must have missed her asking that as I tried to find Roman’s little wet patch. Well, it’s a dry patch now. I should have pulled the blankets down when we were all playing. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about it being on top of the blankets.

“That’s good. Your father was worried, but I wasn’t.” I look at her again. She wasn’t?

“I know why you’re tired, Mila. When I said you can stay home, but you couldn’t go off chasing your boyfriends, I also meant they couldn’t come here. Your father grounded you, and you spent the day with them. Why would you do that?”

How does she know? I look to my open doorway and see Asher standing there in the dark.

“You told her?” I call out, angry that he would do that.

But it’s Kate who answers. “No, Mila. Funnily enough, I have cameras at the house. You don’t expect a woman living alone with two kids to not have cameras to watch the house all the time, do you?”

My mouth drops open. I had no idea. I suddenly feel guilty and bad. Kate has given me her trust, and at the first moment I could, I broke it.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. I feel like shit now. The day was amazing, and now I feel like I let her down.

“I gave you my trust, Mila. But now… now you have to earn it back.”

“Are you going to tell my dad?” I ask.

Her shoulders slump forward, and she shakes her head. “No, this time I won’t. This is your only warning. While you’re grounded, you can’t go to their house, and they can’t come here.”

Asher makes a strange sound, like a snort.

It didn’t get past Kate, and she calls out, “And why were you home? You left for school, and then you were back here. The school said you felt sick… are you really sick, or is this something I have to be worried about now?”

“I wasn’t feeling well,” he mumbles.

“Liar,” I mutter, and Kate turns her glare on me. It’s scary, so I bow my head and look at my hands. Shit.

“I have to agree. You’re a terrible liar, Asher. You’re grounded too.”

Asher throws his hands up and storms off.

“I love you, Mila. Goodnight.”

Kate leans over and kisses my forehead before pushing the blankets up around me like a burrito. My heart breaks at the soft and tender touches. I disappointed her, but she still wants to take care of me.

“Night.” My voice cracks as I try to shut down this emotion.

Well… fuck.