The Love Game (The Game #1)(23)
Author: Emma Hart

“Oh, ha ha ha. Funny.” She drops the books on my desk. “I still have to do that English paper.”

“Which one?”

“On the themes of love in Much Ado.”

“You haven’t done it yet?” I raise an amused eyebrow.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’ve been somewhat distracted lately. You would know all about that, Braden.”

I grin and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. I push my face into her hair, still grinning. “My fault?”

“I’d say it’s a high possibility,” she murmurs in response. “So now I have to write it.”

“Really?” I move my hand across her stomach, her hip, and leave it to rest at the top of her thigh. “You’re here, in my room, and you want to do schoolwork?”

“Braden!” She slaps my hand. “Yes. It is possible, you know, to be in a room with a girl and not have sex with them.”

“But it’s not possible with you.” I breathe into her ear and brush my lips along her lobe, placing soft kisses down her neck. She shivers.

“Braden,” she warns.

“Fine.” I sigh. “I’ll just sit here and watch you, then.”

“Are you actually going to do that?” She spins in my arms and looks up at me.

I drop my head and capture her lips, cupping her ass and holding her to me. I suck on her bottom lip, putting my hand in her hair. She grips my waist, and I dip her back slightly, deepening the kiss. Her hands slide to my back, her fingers spreading.

My dick hardens, and I walk backwards, pulling her towards my bed. She falls back without any resistance. One of her hands finds the hem of my shirt and slips under it, her palm hot against my bare skin. The urge to rip her clothes off is too much, way too much.

I pull my lips from her mouth and ghost them along her jaw, stroking her thigh at the same time. She tilts her head back, and I kiss down her neck, my tongue flicking out at the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She moans, and I carry on exploring the top of her body with my mouth, kissing along the tops of her boobs.

My tongue traces inside the cup of her bra, her skin hot and soft.

“Braden,” she whispers in a breathless voice.

“Maddie,” I mumble against her skin, my breathing hard. Her chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her heart pounding.

I slide my hand inside her skirt, my fingers slipping to find her underwear. She wears a thong. Fuck.

Her breath hitches and with my thumb gliding across the smooth material of her underwear, I pull my lips from her skin and meet her eyes.

“Angel?” I say softly.

Her eyes are full of heat, and she grips my hair tighter, moving her hips into me. Her movements answer my question, and I drop my mouth to her jaw, pressing little kisses to her.

I move my hand under the fabric and my finger slips inside her, gliding through the wetness easily. Her muscles tighten at the invasion, and her fingers dig into my back. My thumb creeps up, finding her clit, and I rub it in slow, gentle circles. Another finger inside her and her hips buck.

She moans again and I cover her mouth with mine, swallowing it. Her tongue runs along my top lip and I follow it with mine. I sweep the inside of her mouth, stroking her tongue in a similar way to how my fingers are stroking her below.

Her breath catches. Her muscles tighten.

I rub harder, move faster, kiss deeper. She cries out my name before she relaxes, her muscles limp and her breathing fast. I end the kiss and remove my hand, pulling away with regret.

Her eyes open slowly, the sparkle in them a contrast to the flushed red hue of her cheeks. Her hair is fanned out across my white sheets, her lips slightly parted.

And she looks f**king beautiful.

“What…. Was that?” she breathes out.

“That, Angel, was an orgasm,” I reply, grinning at her.

“I know that.” If she could, she’d slap me now. “But where did it come from?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” I run my nose along her cheek, and she nods. “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you.”

Another truth.

She laughs silently and turns her face, kissing me softly. “Oh. Are you happy now?”

“Very,” I murmur against her lips. “Are you?”

“Mm,” she murmurs back. “I think so.”

“Good.” I kiss her once more and brush some hair from her forehead. “Now you can do your English work.”

She laughs – out loud this time – and smiles. “Give me a minute.”

Maddie closes her eyes, and I roll to the side of her, pulling her body into me while she recovers from her orgasm.

I know three more things.

Maddie Stevens is f**king beautiful after an orgasm.

I know I’d like to put that look on her face many, many more times.

And last, her apple-smelling hair drives me f**king insane.

For real.

Chapter Twenty-One – Maddie

I get it. I understand why every girl goes crazy about Braden Carter, because that guy can do crazy stuff with just his fingers.

But I still hate him. And I hate even more than I can’t just say it.

“Umm.” I hide my face.

“You’ve done it already?!” Lila shrieks, jumping up.

“Oh my god, no!” I wave my hands. “No, no, no!”

“But you’ve done something, haven’t you?” Kay asks, her eyes wide with humor. “I can tell.”

“Y-yes.” I mumble.

Megan licks her lips, smiles, and uncaps her pen. “So, do tell.”

“I’m not telling you that!” My cheeks burn.

“Oh!” Kay laughs. “Priceless! She’s embarrassed over a game! Oh my god. It gets better, guys.”

“Go away,” I mutter. “I just…. I’m not giving sordid details.”

“Come on,” Megan grins. “Just say it. We’ve all done it all.”

“You guys,” Lila scolds and turns to me. “Maddie, did you have sex with Braden?”

“No.”

“Did you, you know, blow his whistle?”

I snort. “Blow his whistle?”

“Did you suck his lollipop?” Kay lies on her stomach, shaking with silent laughter.

“Ew! No!” I laugh.

“Okay, then.” Lila shrugs. “Well, did he bite your burger?”

I fall backwards on my bed, my stomach tensing as I laugh harder than I’ve laughed in ages. I’m pretty sure tears are stinging my eyes.

“Bite…. My…. Burger?” I take a deep breath. “What, on earth, is that?”