The Game: Rebels of Ridgecrest High (Book 3)
The Game: Chapter 7

I shake my fist out. It hurts after I punched Asher in the jaw. Fucker. But all thoughts of him left when I walked in and saw Roman had started without me.

We’d spoken about this earlier at home, how this was gonna go down. If Roman wanted to join in, watch me or I watch him. What he wanted, what he’s comfortable doing with me there. What he isn’t okay with. He said he isn’t comfortable having sex with me there. I respect that.

His first time should be just Mila and him. I know they haven’t gone that far. She would have told me. She’s been very open about what they have done, and it’s not been much. She told me that she’s all his firsts. I always suspected it. I might be a little mad at myself for not waiting to give her all my firsts. But I’m the type of guy who likes to study before taking the big test.

So, sex between Roman and Mila is off the table. But there’s still plenty of other stuff the three of us can do. I love my one-on-one time with Mila, but I’m happy to also spend time sharing her with Roman.

We’ve worked out a pretty good balance so far. Roman gets more cuddles and kissing time on the sofa while she watches her creepy crime shows—I don’t get her obsession with them; they’re morbid and weird—and I get her all to myself in the bedroom. But he’s ready for more, and I want that for him. I truly do.

Yeah, I can get jealous, but I hold that shit in. Although I want to kiss and cuddle her to serial killer shows, I just hang out on the chair alone and play on my phone and take secret photos of them.

Roman also said that he doesn’t want to have sex with me. That’s a great boundary; most guys I know would freak out to even say that. I didn’t think about it, to be honest, so when he brought it up, I told him, “The feeling’s mutual.” I respect that he told me. But I did tell him there might be times when we accidentally touch each other. Not on purpose or in a sexual way… just, if we are both naked and close to Mila, things might happen to touch.

He just grunted. I took that as, “Yeah, I know.”

But the shit that he said he’s cool with, that blew my mind. I know he hates to be touched. He’s getting better, but don’t touch his torso. I’m no therapist, but I think the blows from fighting and his dad beating on him all those years has made that a no-go zone. His face is too, but sometimes, he lets Mila touch him there.

It’s become more frequent since his asshole dad’s death. The only bruises he has now are from the fights down at The Shed, something I’m working on stopping.

Her gentle touch will be the way for his healing. Replace all that bad shit with good memories. He deserves that.

Roman asked before we left today if I could show him how I please Mila. What she likes, how she likes to be touched, how much pressure, when to back off to tease her.

Okay, he didn’t ask all that, he said “how do I make her come,” then he grunted when I asked him what he specifically wanted me to show him, and I just went all in.

But fuck, walking into the room and seeing her face all flush with her orgasm and her release on Roman’s lips… I wanted a taste. I just didn’t expect myself to reach out and swipe my finger over his upper lip. I didn’t think I would like it as much as I did as I sucked her juices and the taste of him off my finger.

Fuck. What’s happening to me?

I’ve never fucked a chick with another guy before, but to think about it with Mila and Roman has my dick hard. It’s like when he first kissed Mila against Jace’s door. That affected me in a way I didn’t understand at the time. It was hot, yeah, but was it hot because it was the two of them, and I love them both. Mila as my girl and Roman as my friend and brother… or is there more to it?

Between their shocked expressions and my own confusion, I realize I’m not ready to unbox whatever that is. I put that back on the shelf for another day. Before I ruin the moment, I decide to just roll with it.

“I want to watch as you suck Roman’s cock deep into your pretty little mouth, Mila. I want to watch as he begs for you to let him come, but you edge him until he loses control.”

I watch as a corner of Mila’s mouth rises. She loves when I talk dirty to her. Looking down at Roman, his lips are parted and his eyes wide. I guess he isn’t so used to it yet. But he will be. I can see how dilated his pupils are. He’s completely on board with my suggestion.

Mila sits up as Roman moves to let her stand. She turns and kisses me, swiping her tongue over my lips, and makes a sweet humming sound. I arch my brow at her, and she bites her lower lip.

“That was hot,” she whispers, and I know she’s talking about what happened between Roman and me just then. Not the dirty talk.

She spins around and looks at Roman, who’s now standing awkwardly in front of us.

“Go to him,” I whisper loud enough for him to hear. I take her waist between my fingers and gently push her toward him.

She slowly dances, her arms rising and her hips swaying to music only she can hear.

I can’t stop watching as she puts on a sexy show for us. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from grabbing that sexy ass and bringing her back to me. Reaching down to my cock, I palm it through my shorts to stop myself from touching her. I have to share. I can wait. My dick will love the attention once it’s his turn. Until then, we get to watch the show.

Mila pulls on the hem of Roman’s tee, and he lifts it off, showing her his muscular frame. He’s a big guy. He makes use of the school gym almost every day.

As she tugs the button on his jeans, his eyes replace mine, and he freezes. He grabs her hand and holds it in place. I can tell he’s overthinking the conversation we had earlier. Hell, did he not think about the fact we would have to be naked in the same room? I’ve seen the guy naked before. Not erect, though. That will be new for both of us.

I make it easy on him and shed my clothes first. Mila watches over her shoulder as I strip down and stand there naked. I take my cock in my hand, slowly pumping it up and down.

Reaching down to my discarded shorts, I pull out the condoms I brought. I wanted to make sure I had enough, just in case this turns into a long afternoon of sex.

I throw them on the nightstand and look at the bedroom door.

Fucking Asher. He was standing right outside when I walked up the stairs. I’d knocked on the front door, but no one answered, so I let myself in. When I caught him, he fled to his room, and I chuckled.

Like that would stop me. I heard Mila calling out, and that was enough for me to see red. I stormed into Asher’s room; he didn’t even see me coming as I slammed my fist into his jaw. He went down, his eyes looking up at me, wondering where the hell I just came from.

“You stay away from her, you hear me.”

He just narrowed his eyes and stood, his hand holding his jaw as he opened his mouth, and it clicked. I grinned. Good.

“It’s my house.” He threw his hands up. “What’re you gonna do, be here all the time to make sure I’m not near her? I live here. So does she now.”

I gritted my teeth. Now that they living are under the same roof. If she hadn’t told me about her butterflies for him, this wouldn’t even be happening. I guess my jealous side is stronger than I thought.

“If she wants to be more than my friend, I won’t hold back. I can’t, man, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve fallen for her, and it fucking hurts to be over here and not over there.”

I pointed to him as I backed out of his room. “Nothing is gonna happen with her unless Roman and I agree. And we don’t. So, go have a shower, jerk off, and think about how you will never have Mila.”

I’m an asshole. His face fell, and I even felt a little bad for the guy. I liked him. He’s a great guy, but now that he wants Mila, I don’t like him anymore.

I wonder if he’s out there now, listening. Fucker. Our girl is just that… ours.

When I look back, Roman’s pants are gone, and he’s gazing down at Mila, his hand on her head as she slowly drops to her knees.

Fuck. I’ve heard of “a grow-er not a show-er” thrown around in the locker rooms before, but Roman’s cock fucking grows into a monster dick.

I’m not comparing dicks… okay, I am.

Mila doesn’t reach for his cock. Is she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do? But before I can speak, Roman rumbles deeply, “Lick my cock.”

Her pink tongue traces up the underside of his length, and he lets out a deep moan that I can feel in my balls. My hand stills on my own cock as I stumble forward a little. Fuck, this is insane. I’m gonna come before she even touches me.

“Suck it,” he directs her.

I watch as her small hand wraps around his heavy girth and she gives him a lazy stroke. I match it with my own, imagining it’s her hand on me.

Roman’s breath stutters as she wraps her lips around his cock and sucks him deep into her mouth. She uses her hand and mouth as his hand on her head grips her hair tightly. She moans as she bobs on his cock like it’s a lollipop. A big, cock-sized lollipop.

Roman closes his eyes and tilts his head back, panting and groaning. His abs tighten, and I know he’s close. I move to stop Mila, but she pulls back with a pop and grins up at me. I wink down at her, and she reaches for my cock, but I’m just out of reach.

“Wanna taste me?” I murmur.

She tilts her head and smirks. “Nope, I just want to taste Roman,” she teases, and that does it for me.

I grab Roman’s wrist where he still grips her long blonde waves and tilt her head back. She lets out a throaty chuckle, knowing what that teasing is doing to me. I love the way she looks up at me, not at my cock, as she licks her lips and opens her mouth, her tongue poking out as her eyes beg for a taste of me. She licks a bead of my pre-cum, and I stumble forward. Her eyes light up a little, knowing just how much she affects me.

“Watching you suck his cock has mine jealous,” I admit.

She reaches up with her other hand and grips my cock tightly. She twists her hand as she strokes me, then her head dips, and she sucks me into her warm mouth. I stumble again, like a virgin having his cock touched for the first time. She makes me lose my mind. I reach out to stop myself from toppling and grab Roman’s shoulder for balance. I realize what I just did, but it’s too late to take it back.

His body tenses under my palm, and he reaches out and shoves me off and away. Fuck. I didn’t mean to. I put both my arms up as my cock pops free of Mila’s mouth. I take a stumbling step backward and give him an apologetic headshake as he breathes deeply. His nostrils flare, and it’s as if he can’t see me anymore.

His body’s wired for a fight, and his eyes darken. I know this side of Roman. This is how he gets before a fight. And I did that to him and feel like a fucking asshole. I should have waited my turn; I shouldn’t have gone to her. My impatience has fucked up this moment for all of us.

“I’m sorry. I know, I know I fucked up. Please.” I add the last part on a pleading whisper, hoping he can forgive me.

He closes his eyes, his hand that grips Mila’s hair lets go, and she looks up. She has no idea what just happened. Why Roman’s struggling. And it’s all my fault.

Roman lets out a deep, rumbling breath. Mila stands up, letting go of his cock. She’s watching and assessing as the scene unfolds without speaking a word. I shake my head and give her a small, sad smile. She returns the same smile back to me and nods.

Mila can help him.

She’s the only one who ever could.