End Game_Bellevue Bullies Series

by Toni Aleo

  And I’ll be damned if I don’t want them to be right.

  The living room is flooded with wrapping paper and discarded boxes from everyone’s Christmas wishes. Of course, Mom, Elli, and Shea spoiled us, and even Sofia. While I’m not sure what Elli was thinking when she bought her a Fendi bag, Sofia is gushing over it anyway. I don’t even think she knows what a Fendi bag is, which I find very funny. Amelia and Shelli do, so of course, they squeal and make a huge deal as they model their bags for everyone.

  “This is so sweet. Thank you so much,” Sofia says with such emotion in her voice as she holds the bag, petting it as she sits deliciously in my lap. We haven’t been too far from each other since I got home yesterday. But I have to say, having her sweet ass in my lap is the best present of all.

  Elli beams over at her. “You’re so welcome, hon. I thought the brown would go great with your eyes, and then the stones on it would go with anything you wear. Every girl needs a designer bag.”

  Sofia looks over the bag and nods excitedly, though I’m pretty sure she has no clue what my aunt is talking about. “Yeah, wow, it’s stunning.”

  “It really is,” she says, but then Shelli steals her attention.

  I watch as Sofia moves her hands over the bag. She glances to me and lifts her brows. “I have to carry this, don’t I?”

  I shrug. “I mean, I’m pretty sure she spent a couple grand, so you’ll need to when we come to visit her.”

  Her eyes widen so much I can’t help but laugh. “A couple grand?”

  “Oh yeah. Easy.”

  She places the bag down slowly in my lap and grabs her phone out of her bra. A few seconds later, she looks at me with her mouth hanging open. “Four thousand dollars, Ryan,” she whispers, her eyes crazy, and I laugh.

  “Yup.”

  “She bought three!”

  “Did I mention my family is a little over the top?”

  She looks back at the bag and then up to me, her eyes still bugging out. “A little over the top?”

  As I chuckle, I lean into her, kissing her neck. When she leans back, sighing softly, my heart can’t take it. God, I love her.

  “Here you go, kiddos,” my mom says, and then she hands us both gifts. Sofia looks pained as she opens it, and I just laugh.

  “What? What wrong?” Mom asks, her face so full and happy.

  “She’s—”

  But Sofia cuts me off. “Nothing! I’m so excited. I’ve never had a Christmas like this.”

  “No?” Mom asks, and Sofia shakes her head.

  “No, we really didn’t have money for Christmas, so I’m a little blown away.”

  Shea chuckles. “Welcome to the family, Sof.”

  My heart swells in my chest at the sweet and shocked look on her beautiful face. She looks down at the gift my mom got her, and when Sofia pulls out a pair of stone-studded teal Nikes, Mom claps her hands. “I know you don’t wear heels, but I wanted you to have something special. So I had those made for you.”

  Tears well up in Sofia’s eyes, and then she is off my lap, hugging my mom tightly. “Thank you. They’re amazing.”

  Mom’s eyes lock with mine as she hugs Sofia. “You’re so welcome, hon.”

  When Sofia comes back to me, I set down my new pair of skates and wrap my arms around her as she sits. “Please don’t tell me how much these cost, and do not let me Google it.”

  “Done.”

  “They’re amazing.”

  “Just like you,” I whisper against her jaw, and she beams at me.

  With her eyes bright, she puts the shoes back in the box and then asks, “Ready for your gift?”

  I furrow my brow. “What? I didn’t know you got me something.”

  “Yeah, she did!” Posey says from the chair with Shea. She is such a daddy’s girl. His arms are around her as they both wear the new gloves Elli got them. Before I can say anything though, Sofia’s up and out of my lap, running out of the living room where it looks like Santa and Frosty threw up. My aunt goes so overboard, it’s disgusting. Decorations galore. And the tree? I’m pretty sure she makes Martha Stewart jealous. This isn’t even her house, and she spent four days decorating so it would look perfect for Christmas. My mom is a party planner. She can decorate with the best of them, but Elli, she does Christmas.

  None of that matters when Sofia comes into the room with a large rectangular box that is bigger than she is. No wonder it wasn’t under the tree. With the widest grin and bouncing with excitement, she hands it to me.

  I look up at her and then at the box. “Hmm, I wonder what it is?”

  She smacks me as Shea and Posey laugh. Everyone else is too busy opening presents and not paying a lick of attention to the beautiful girl standing before me. “Shut up. Open it.”

  I open the top and reach in to pull out one hell of a stick. My favorite, a Bauer Vapor. “Man, Sofia. You didn’t need to do this.”

  “Yes!” she says, clapping her hands. “I had Shea and Posey help me, and apparently, I suck at hockey sticks.”

  “She sucks at hockey,” Posey calls to me, and Shea nods.

  “I’m offended by her lack of knowledge,” he adds. “You do realize it’s your job to teach her?”

  I laugh as I hold the stick out. “I’m gonna take her to a game as soon as my aunt comes through with tickets.”

  “Why’s it always me?” Elli asks, but I’m not listening.

  I notice it’s already taped up. “Did you tape it, Shea?” I ask. It looks like his work, the way he taught me to do it, but it’s not as perfect as he does it.

  “No! I did! He taught me to do it, and I wrote your name and your number and then a little heart because I’m icky-sweet, according to Posey.”

  I think my heart stops in my chest.

  Gazing at her, I’m floored as Shea says, “It took four tries, but she got it, and I think it’s pretty good.”

  “Not as good as Dad’s, but good,” Posey adds, but I’m taken by the expression of Sofia’s face. That proud and satisfied grin that hits me right in the gut.

  I reach for her, pulling her to me. “I thought you were saving money for your mom? I thought we said we wouldn’t buy anything for each other?”

  “Don’t worry about that,” she says, waving me off. “I wanted something that you can always have that reminds you of me. Please don’t break it.”

  I chuckle loudly as I move my mouth to hers. “I will, but I’ll make sure to keep it forever. All the pieces.”

  She beams up at me as she tucks her hands under my neck. “You love it?”

  “I do. It’s perfect.”

  “Yay!” she gushes as I sit down, bringing her with me.

  Setting the stick beside us, I cradle her to me, pressing my lips to hers, and our kiss is eager.

  “Kids are in the room,” someone yells, but I don’t care. I’m lost in her. When she pulls back shyly, her face filling with color, I gaze at her, and the words are right there.

  I love you.

  God, I love you so fucking much.

  Swallowing back the emotion that wants to suffocate me, I reach into my pocket. “I guess I should give you yours.”

  “My what? We said no presents.”

  “Shut up,” I deadpan.

  She rolls her eyes as I hand her the small box that I wrapped in little snowman paper. “Aw, it’s glittery and cute.”

  Only she gets excited for paper. “Open it.”

  I realize everyone is watching, and I hope she doesn’t notice. She’ll clam up on me, and then I won’t get to indulge in her reaction. When she gets to the blue box, after hours of her opening the paper, she looks at me with a quirked brow. “What did you do here?”

  “You’ll see,” I urge, taking the paper and throwing it over my shoulder.

  “Hey! I wanted that.”

  I ignore her as she mean mugs me before opening the blue box, and it’s like I fall for her all over again. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and I’m met with the sweetest intake of breath. Coveri
ng her mouth, she looks at me. “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No, this is way too much.”

  “No, it’s not.” I take out the necklace, holding it up. “A little backstory,” I start, chancing a glance at my mom. Of course, she’s blubbering like a baby. “My dad was really into jewelry. He bought my mom countless pieces—”

  “Me too. Like, all the time. He loved spoiling us,” Amelia adds.

  Sofia’s eyes flood with tears as she looks from Amelia to me. I flip it over to the back, and my name shines up at us. “He gave this to my mom the day I was born.”

  She gasps once more, and then her gaze snaps to my mom. “This is too special—”

  But my mom waves her off. “I have two other pieces. This is for you. Ryan asked me for something that would take your breath away. I knew that would.”

  Her lips tremble as she looks back at me. Her eyes are swimming in tears, but I see such beautiful and unstoppable love in her eyes. I wanted to take her breath away, but she continues to take mine.

  And I know she loves me.

  Warmth floods my chest as I stare into her eyes, praying she doesn’t say those three words. While I want to hear them, bask in them, they’ll make it just that much harder to walk away from her. “Ryan.”

  I ignore her plea and open the clasp of the necklace before placing it around her neck. It falls right in the center of her chest in the most perfect way. The way it’s supposed to. She looks down at it, holding it in her palm before glancing back at me, her tears spilling over. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Then don’t say anything.”

  Her lips curve, and then she leans into me, kissing me hard on the lips. Her fingers dig into my cheeks as her tongue sweeps along mine, leaving me hard all over. When she pulls back, she shakes her head. “Always the overachiever.”

  I chuckle as I nod. “You know it,” I say with a wink, and she cuddles into my chest, her fingers playing with the diamond pendant.

  “Thank you.”

  I kiss the top of her head. “Anything for you.”

  With the excitement of Christmas filling the living room, I don’t feel anything but unstoppable love for this girl in my arms. As I hold her, I watch my family fuss and gush over each other. But in a way, I feel like I’m in my own world. With Sofia. When she tips her head back, her eyes gazing at me, a slow grin spreads across my lips. “Are you happy?”

  “Beyond.”

  But I feel like something is wrong. “What is it?”

  “I miss my mom,” she says, her eyes filling with more tears. “And I feel so guilty because I don’t want to be anywhere but here. With you.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  Her eyes burn into mine, and I lower my forehead to hers. “’Cause I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but with you. If that’s wrong, then fuck being right.”

  Her lips rise into a grin, and she nods. “Fuck being right.”

  Then our lips meet, and every coherent thought just floats away.

  Chapter Forty

  Ryan

  I tip my head back, and I can’t keep my eyes open as my cock goes so far down Sofia’s throat.

  Jesus. Christ.

  Let me get one thing straight. I have gotten head in this bedroom many times before. My parents were busy, and I took advantage of that, but I’ve never been this into a blow job. Sofia sucks me like I’m the last thing she’ll ever put in her mouth. Her tongue is torture, and I think she likes taking me down her throat, which blows my fucking mind. Usually, I have to beg, but I feel like she wants it. Like she wants to do it better and better. Such an overachiever, but fuck, I’m benefitting.

  She rakes her teeth along my sensitive flesh and then sucks me so hard, with a loud and sexy pop of her lips.

  Fuck me, I’m gone.

  I don’t know how this sweet little ex-virgin is this good at giving head, but if she learned it from Google, then God bless that fucking search engine.

  My toes curl into my carpet as her head bobs up and down my cock, her perfect ass in the air and hands biting into my thighs. My whole body is shaking, and I feel my release coming. Gathering her hair in my hand, I slow her down, gripping her curls as I guide her up and down me. Her eyes burn into mine, her lips thick and red against my cock.

  “Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to kill me.”

  Her eyes sparkle as my cock hits the back of her throat, and she slowly moves her mouth up, a mix of teeth and tongue that is so fucking perfect, I don’t want her to stop.

  But I also want to be inside her.

  “Hey,” I say huskily because she’s basically torturing me. She pauses, lifting her brow at me, and I grin down at her, moving a stray curl out of her eyes. “Why don’t you come up here?”

  Pulling her mouth to my tip, she holds my dick as she looks up at me, licking her lips. “You don’t want me to finish?”

  I thread my hands into her hair, running my thumbs along her cheeks. “I’d rather be inside you.”

  Her eyes darken as she places her hands on my thighs, stroking them up and down slowly. “Oh yeah?”

  “Oh yeah,” I echo as her mouth meets mine. I pluck at her tank, pulling it up, and we part to get it off her. I drink her in, the heart pendant hanging right above her perky breasts making my mouth dry. I lean forward, skating my lips along her chest, around the pendant, and sucking at her breasts. When she stands, my lips trail down her body as I push her panties down her legs. She steps to me, and my mouth covers her nipple, making her gasp and filling my room with sounds I never want to forget. She steps out of her panties, and I move my hands up, holding her ass. I kiss down her abs and run my tongue along her hot skin before kissing her pelvic bone. She glistens between her legs, driving me absolutely insane.

  I press my chin against her stomach as I gaze up at her. Her eyes are so dark, burning into mine as I whisper, “So fucking beautiful.”

  She reaches for my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, her fingers lingering along my shoulders as I continue kisses down to her honeyed center. When I run my tongue up her slit, she arches into my mouth, her gasps trailing down my spine. I open her, flicking my tongue along her taut clit because I fucking want to. I want to feel her against my tongue, I want to taste her, and damn it, I want to fucking absorb her into me.

  I just want her.

  Her fingers thread through my hair as my name falls from her beautiful lips, bringing my attention up to her. She cups my face, her eyes burning into mine, and I can’t stop myself as I whisper, “I’m yours.”

  Her eyes fill with yearning, and I can’t take it anymore. I snake my arm around her waist and bring her down into my lap, taking her lips with mine hungrily. Her dripping wet center slips along my strained cock as she enthusiastically takes control of the kiss. Her fingers bite into my skin as mine do into hers. I drag her hips along me, her breaths coming out quicker and needier. If I keep it up, we’ll both come. That wouldn’t be so bad, except I know we want the connection.

  Holding her by her waist, I tear my mouth from hers despite her sexy protest. “No, don’t stop.”

  I chuckle as I kiss her lazily, leaning over to my drawer. “I’m gonna lose it if I don’t get inside you now.”

  “But it’s fun when you’re losing it,” she says, raking her teeth along my jaw.

  “Evil, so damn evil,” I mutter as I grab a condom, quickly tearing it open with my teeth. She tsks at me, but I ignore her, sheathing my cock before looking up into her gorgeous, flushed face. Her eyes scorch mine, so much need and want swimming deep in her hazel gaze. I lift her by her waist and then guide my cock to her entrance. She takes in a deep breath, her gaze holding mine before I lower her, inch by torturous inch. When I hit the hilt, she lets out a whoosh of breath, but her eyes don’t leave mine.

  I lean forward, sliding my nose along hers as I clutch her hips. Her lips try to capture mine, but I resist as I start to move her up and down on my cock.
The feeling is beyond words, and I’ve never been so mesmerized by someone in my life. I watch as her lips part, her eyes darken, and her fingers grip my skin, each movement we make causing me to go deeper and fucking fantastically deeper. Our rhythm picks up and I want to go so hard, but I don’t want to hurt her. It still makes me so nervous, her so new to this, yet she’s riding me like I’m a bull at the state fair.

  “I really like this,” she mutters against my chin. “Oh, so much.”

  Her eyes are wild, her body flushed and fucking sexy. My grip tightens, and soon, I can’t control myself. I thrust up into her. Hard. Our bodies slap against each other delectably. Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails breaking skin as her head falls back, and a cry leaves her lips.

  Thank God we’re on the top floor, but I don’t really give two fucks who hears us.

  I want her.

  And she’s all mine.

  I feel her all over me, her body burning against mine. I wonder if mine is burning hers. Fuck, this is good. When she comes, her pristine pussy squeezes me so fucking hard that I’m only a second behind her. Stilling inside her, I press my mouth to her chest, the diamond pendant cutting into my lip, but I’m too far gone to care. I jerk into her, and her arms wrap around my neck as her mouth lifts to my ear.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers, her body shaking in mine. “Oh my God, Ryan, oh God,” she pants, her pussy still squeezing me, milking me of everything I’ve got.

  But everything is already hers.

  “Fuck, Sofia,” I mutter against her skin. “Fuck.”

  “So good. Oh my God, that was so good.”

  “I swear it, baby, I’m forever yours. Just yours, Sofia,” I murmur, moving my mouth up her burning hot neck to find her mouth. She finds me first, her lips tangling with mine as I fall back onto the bed, holding her so close, I can feel her heart pounding in her body. I pull away for breath and hold her face in place as I gaze into her eyes.

  “You hear me, Sofia? Honestly, I’m just yours.”

  I don’t know if she realizes what I’m trying to say, but she nods nonetheless. Her eyes fill with tears as she clings to me, her voice breaking. “I’m yours. Just the same. I promise, Ryan. I am.”