Page 86 of Twisted Little Game

Crack.

“Get back,” Roman says in a low voice, reaching out to grip my waist in his arm.

He pulls me close against him, scanning the festival grounds.

Crack.

The sound hits the air again and he yanks me even tighter, the entire side of my body pushed up against his.

But up ahead, I see the source of the noise. Relief floods me.

“Roman, it’s coming from the stage,” I tell him softly, my face gently pushed up against his chest.

I point ahead, and his gaze follows my finger toward the raised live music stage. People are using little firecrackers, which they’re probably about to get in a lot of trouble for.

He still doesn’t let go of me.

“Just stay here for a second,” he says. His head has dropped down, and his nose is just above my head. The scent of him fills my nostrils, and my cock throbs again at the familiar smell.

I don’t know what he got a phone call about earlier… or why he suddenly kissed me when I showed him my little bouquet.

It felt like something overtook him.

And then just as quickly, it passed.

“We’re fine,” I tell him.

I rest my palm on his arm, trying to comfort him now. I stroke my palm back and forth a few times.

“Don’t do that,” he says.

“Why the hell not?”

“You’re making my cock hard, yet again, and I don’t want to deal with that right now.”

I shrug. “Pretty sure we’re not really capable of being around each other without getting hard anymore. That isn’t a fucking surprise though, Roman, I just don’t want you to be so… freaked out.”

Because I’m freaked out enough for the both of us, and I can’t take it if you’re not my calm, stable rock.

He exhales, finally calming down a little. He releases me, and I miss the touch immediately.

“I’m not freaked out. I told you, I just don’t want to deal with it. Not while I watch you with him.”

“With who?”

“Your fucking date, Landrey,” he says in a low tone, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh. Right. Shit, I forgot to tell him I’m here. Is that bad?”

He looks away for a moment. “Yes. Very bad. Now go find him.”

I’ve never seen him so affected by the things I do and say.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and my heart lurches when I pull it out.

[ - UNKNOWN SENDER - ]

When we take you, and kill Roman, how do you think he’d like to die?