More Than A Game (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 2) by Bella Matthews (the best electronic book reader .TXT) 📗

She sips her drink before gracing me with her beautiful smile. “I don’t want to die looking for power like Cersei did.”

“No chance, Princess. You’re gonna rule the whole kingdom one day, just like Sansa.”

“Who does that make you?” she asks as she pops a cinnamon twist in her mouth.

Hmm. That’s a good question. “I don’t know. The Mountain was pretty badass.”

“The Mountain died fighting his brother.”

I shrug my shoulders and take a bite of my taco.

“I can’t believe you didn’t run out of there screaming.”

“No way, Princess. The only screaming happening tonight is going to be by you, screaming my name.”

“Come on.” She twists in her seat. “Be serious for a minute. I think maybe you should take me back to my dorm tonight.”

“Not a chance. Your bed is way too small. Plus, I’ve got to let Rocky out.”

“I know. I meant maybe you should drop me off . . . alone.” She leans her head back and closes her eyes.

I don’t bother answering her. I just drive us both past her dorm and back to my house. When I turn the ignition off, the fight comes back to my girl.

“I said I wanted to go home.”

“That’s not what you said.” I throw my trash back into the bag and face her.

“Jesus, it’s what I meant.” Brina turns her head to look out her window, avoiding my eyes. “I’m trying to do the right thing and give you space to really think about what my dad said tonight. Think about what it means for your life. This isn’t the same as being the life of the party, Murph. This is allowing yourself, your life, to be dissected. I’ll understand if you don’t want this.”

Fuck this. Reaching over, I unbuckle her seat belt and pull her onto my lap. I didn’t take the sodas sitting in the center console into consideration before I lifted her up.

Shit.

Her hip knocks over my Dr. Pepper, drenching my jeans, and I’m pretty sure she just crushed the remainder of our tacos. What’s left of them are definitely on the floor.

Sabrina moves her legs to straddle me, forcing her skirt up to her hips, then places her hands on my chest for balance. She’s trying to look annoyed. She may be going for intimidating, but it’s not working for her. Instead, she ends up laughing.

I move my hand to the back of her neck and grip her hair. “You’re the dumbest smart person I know. Do you seriously not get it? You’re my life. I’m not going anywhere. Your daddy isn’t going to scare me off. The press isn’t going to scare me off, and if the evil queen didn’t scare me off already, she sure as hell isn’t going to do it now.”

I lower my lips to hers. What starts as a gentle kiss quickly becomes more. Sabrina mewls softly and wiggles around until she gets comfortable on my lap.

My cock grows painfully hard, feeling her warmth hovering over me. “I love you. We can deal with the rest as it comes. We don’t even know if your dad’s gonna win.”

She leans her forehead to mine, trying to get control of her ragged breathing. “He never loses, Aiden.”

“Then we can have our wedding in the White House for all I care.” My hands drop down to her skirt, pushing it further up. “I’m not giving you up, Sabrina, and I’m sure as hell not going to let you throw us away. I don’t think everybody gets a chance at what we have.”

My girl leans back, trying to give me better access. “Promise to tell me if it starts to get to you? The pressure is going to be insane.”

“Do you know what the best stress reliever in the world is?”

Her cold hands reach under my sweater and start to unbuckle my belt. “I bet you’re going to tell me.”

“I can do better than that, Princess. I don’t know about you, but some things need to be experienced. Telling you about it isn’t always enough . . . or as much fun.”

“Still a game, huh?” The smile on her face is everything.

“Princess, you’ll always be my most worthy opponent. My most hard-won game. My greatest win.”

“Love you, Aiden.”

“More than anything, Sabrina.”

When we slip out of the car minutes later, Sabrina’s tights are ripped in hidden places, and the smile on her face is the greatest trophy I’ll ever win. Rocky greets us at the door, and Nattie looks over her shoulder on the couch, looking as excited to see us as the dog is.

Nat throws the remote on the table, then turns around. “How did it go? You’re both still in one piece, so that’s a good sign, right?”

Brina sighs as she moves toward Nat. I make my way to the kitchen, trying to give her a little space.

Bash is bent over with his head in the fridge.

“Hey, man. Grab me a beer while you’re in there.”

He takes out two bottles, pops the caps, and hands me one before we tap them together. “Cheers, brother. How’d you make out tonight? Sabrina okay?”

I look over at the girls. Brina and Nattie’s heads are angled together as they quietly discuss something. “She’s gonna be.”

Group Text:

Chloe: Sabrina!!!

Chloe: What happened with the epic showdown between you and your mom tonight?

Sabrina: She no-showed.

Annabelle: WHAT?

Sabrina: Yup. We ended up talking to my dad instead.

Chloe: And . . .?

Sabrina: We worked it out.

Annabelle: That’s it? That’s all you’re giving us?

Nattie: Does she give it as good as my brother does?

Annabelle: Shut it, Natalie!!!

Chloe: Don’t be a hypocrite, Nat. You’re the original brother-banger.

Sabrina: Gross!

Nattie: But I don’t deny it. Belles doesn’t want to own it.

Annabelle: IT WAS ONE TIME!

Annabelle: I’ve had to recharge my damn vibrator a million times since then!

Annabelle: I just ordered a new one because my fave just doesn’t do the trick now!

Annabelle: Can we please drop it now???

Nattie: Fine. Sorry. I just really thought you were into him.

Annabelle: We scratched an itch, Nat. That’s it.

Sabrina: Pretty sure they’ve got ointment for that.

Chloe: Damn, girl! Good one. Murphy’s rubbing