Page 102 of The Game
“Even though I’m totally messing with you, I still appreciate the gesture, Alexander. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
I lift our intertwined hands, kissing the top of her hand.
“Thanks, baby.”
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When we enter Sarah’s childhood home, I’m instantly met with warmth.
The place is decorated with family photos on the walls, a cozy fireplace, and a variety of furniture, which I’m sure they’ve collected over the years.
Sarah goes straight into her father’s arms, a warm hug waiting for her.
When they break apart, she motions over to me, and I step forward, extending my hand.
“Nice to meet you again, sir,” John takes my hand, giving me a firm handshake.
“I thought I would see you again sooner rather than later, McGregor. Please call me John,” he says with a smile, easing some of my nerves.
The comment makes me smile.
I don’t think there ever was a time when people around Sarah and me didn’t see our magnetism to each other.
John has prepared a wonderful dinner, and we sit down enjoying the meal, first talking about hockey, no surprise there.
He congratulates us on our recent games, finally bringing home some wins during a tough stretch.
The conversation flows easily, and seeing the delight on Sarah’s face at us getting along brings me joy as well.
When dinner is done, Sarah and I clean up while John gets the fireplace going.
“I think my dad has a crush on you as well,” Sarah says, nudging my side as she rinses the plates while I place everything in the dishwasher.
“Jealous, baby?” I kiss her cheek, lingering a little, soaking up in her presence.
It’s not like I can devour her in front of her dad, so I’m optimizing our moments alone.
“Nah, he doesn’t get to go back home with you.” Sarah brings her arms around my neck, dragging me down towards her lips.
We kiss, our tongues twisting as my hands find her ass, squeezing and pushing her harder against my body.
“Fuck, we really need to behave,” I tell her, resting my forehead against hers.
“Scared my dad will hurt you?” Sarah smirks up at me, not worried at all.
“Yeah, I do enjoy living, and him catching me groping his daughter in his kitchen might not be the brightest idea,” I tell her, turning her around, spanking her ass once, sending her on her way towards the living room where John awaits.
She turns around, giving me a sinful smile.
“Oh, baby, but I really like it when you don’t behave.”
Christ, this evening is going to feel long.
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On Thursday, my place is all ready for a game night with the team.
Samantha and Sarah have been setting everything up while the guys and I were busy with after-game responsibilities.
