Game On: If I wasn't her student, it would be game on.

by Daiko, SC

  Sophie returns and settles herself next to me. I hand Noah over; she unbuttons her blouse, unhooks her nursing bra, and baby latches onto her nipple, sucking so hard he makes slurping sounds.

  “Greedy boy,” Soph laughs.

  “What’s it like?” I ask. “I mean is it the same as… you know…” I feel my cheeks burn.

  “Not like that at all, sweet sis,” she snickers. “It’s just a tingling feeling of relaxation. It hurt like hell to start with, though, right after he was born. My nipples weren’t used to the pressure and it took a few days for them to toughen up.”

  The doorbell chimes, and I get to my feet. It’s six months since my brain injury, but I still marvel at the ease with which I can now move. I press the buzzer and wait for Ryan to arrive, my heart fluttering in anticipation. It seems like ages since I saw him, although it was only yesterday. I can’t wait to find out his A-Level results.

  He waves a slip of paper at me, and I grab it with both hands. “Yay! Congratulations!” I kiss him on the lips.

  We go through to where Sophie is sitting, and Ryan averts his eyes from my sister’s swollen breast. “Sorry,” he says, “should I go into the other room?”

  Sophie laughs her tinkly laugh. “No need, Ryan.” She strokes Noah’s cheek. “This little man has fallen asleep now, so I’ll put him in his carrier and be on my way.” Her gaze swipes over us. “I expect you two have things you wish to discuss. You don’t want me hanging around.”

  Ryan helps her down to her car, and, when he gets back, we go into the kitchen. Carys has left a tuna pasta salad in the fridge, bless her, and I pour us both a glass of chilled white wine while Ryan dishes up.

  We give each other soft smiles as we eat. “You go first,” he says, when our plates are empty.

  “Right, well.” I reach across the table and lace my fingers with his. “We’ve come through such a lot.”

  “If we can survive what we’ve just survived, we can survive anything,” he says, his eyes burning into me. “You’re coming to Southampton with me in October, I hope?”

  I catch my lip with my teeth. “Where’ll we live? And… on what?”

  “We’ll find a student flat. I’ll get a part-time job waiting tables somewhere,” he says confidently. “We can live off my student loan and whatever else we can make.”

  “You know I might not be able to work for some time? And I won’t be able to teach in the state sector anymore,” I say, my brows knitting. “The fact we’re together would preclude that.”

  “Even if you’re no longer my teacher?”

  I take a steadying breath. “Megan came to see me the other day. I told her about us, and she warned me that it might cause problems in the future if the school I’d be working at found out.”

  “Fucking hell,” he growls. “That’s so unfair.”

  Tears prickle, but I don’t let them fall. “I’ve made my choice, sweetheart. And I choose you over a teaching career. I loved it, but I love you more.” I take a quick breath. “I no longer care what anyone else thinks. I almost died and I want to live my life to the full from now onwards. And that means living it with you.”

  He jumps up from his seat and lifts me into his arms, peppering kisses down the side of my face and my neck. “We’ll show them, Beth. We’ll show them we’re in this for the long-haul.”

  “I know we will, my love.” My breasts are rubbing against his ripped chest, and my nipples pucker. I lift my lips to his and give a little nip.

  “Does that mean what I think it means?” His eyes twinkle, and he puts me down.

  “Absolutely,” I giggle, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards my room.

  We fling off our clothes and stretch out on the bed. I turn towards him, and his beautiful cock nudges against my hip. He slips his hand down to touch between my thighs. “You’re wet for me already, princesa.” He strokes my pussy lips, and slips two fingers between them.

  I release a soft moan and hook my knee over him to pull him closer. Reaching between us, I take his shaft in my hand and work it slowly, loving the feel of it, how it responds with small twitches, its hardness against my palm. Sparks dance through me, and I’m getting wetter by the second.

  He kisses me, meshing his lips to mine, his tongue playing chase with my tongue, our separate breaths becoming one breath. His fingers are still in my pussy, hitting my g-spot, and the tingles are building.

  We rock together, panting, my hand working his dick, up and down, faster and faster. He lowers his head, and the stubble on his chin scratches the softness of my breasts.

  My heart races, and I tangle my hands in his hair. “Oh, Ryan. Suck them, bite them, please.”

  “With fucking pleasure.”

  His mouth comes down on my breast, tongue circling my nipple, caressing it with his lips. I give a yelp as he bites hard; I arch my back, and the tingling sensation spreads to my core with a zing.

  Oh, sweet Jesus, yes!

  Precum puddles between my legs, and I moan for more.

  “I’m gonna stretch you, babe, so you can take all of me. Is that what you want?” he groans.

  “Oh, yes, please stretch me.” I buck against his hand.

  He pulls his fingers from me, leaving me hollow and desperate. “You’re wet for me, princesa, but I need you to be wetter.”

  He moves his body down the bed until his face is level with my pussy. He licks my labia, and sucks hard on my clit. My toes curl and I grip the sheets. His fingers slide into me again and I can feel the nub of his thumb, and slight pain as he adds pressure. I let out a sharp hiss.

  “Help me, sweetheart. Push!”

  Push?

  It stings slightly, but I bite my lip and push onto him. There’s a sudden sucking sensation. Christ, all his fingers are inside me!

  “Good girl,” he says, turning his hand slowly and stroking the walls of my pussy. The pain is turning into pleasure. Pure intoxicating pleasure. And I’m groaning and moaning and flooding with wetness.

  “You’re awesome,” he says. “You feel fucking gorgeous inside.”

  I gasp and buck a little as I push back and forth on his fingers. The heat grows and I’m ready to explode my release is so close. “Oh, God, I’m about to come.”

  “Do it, princesa.” There’s urgency in his voice.

  The pressure builds, and my breathing turns ragged. I come with my hands in his hair, pulling on it as I squirm, letting out little squeals as he stretches me wide with his fingers.

  He pulls them out and lifts them to my mouth, and I suck them clean.

  “Gonna fuck you now,” he says, scooting up the bed and pulling me on top of him, my back pressed to his chest. I quiver as he slips his cock into me, warmth spreading through me as he plays with my breasts and my clit. His shaft is rubbing the sensitive top side of my pussy and it feels beyond wonderful. He thrusts, circles his hips, and thrusts again.

  “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck me, Ryan!”

  He bucks into me from underneath, his hot breath tickling my ear. “You’re incredible, princesa. Fucking incredible.” He grunts and pushes in deeper, and I take every inch of his massive cock.

  My breaths come in shallow pants, and my heart beats in my throat. “Climax for me, Ryan. I’m nearly there.”

  And he does. I feel his dick spasm and fill me with his cum. My orgasm is softer, flutterier than the one I experienced just now, but still as sweet.

  We fall back on the bed, panting. The musky scent of sex fills the air and our bodies glisten with sweat. We run our hands up and down each other’s sides, stilling our gasping breaths. “I love you,” I say to him, stroking the scorpion tat on his hand.

  My heart thuds as he cups my face and kisses me. “I love you too, Beth. With all my heart. We’re gonna be together for the rest of our lives. You and me. Forever and ever.”

  I nestle against him and breathe in his unique scent. “You and me,” I repeat, “forever and ever.”

  EPILOGUE

  Five Years Later
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  My feet are propped up on the couch, and my pregnant tummy is enormous. There’s an ache in the small of my back that won’t go away. I hope Ryan gets home soon; I’ve a feeling baby Leah is about to arrive.

  I sit here, thinking my thoughts, marvelling at how far Ryan and I have come since the time when I was so scared to love him. How anxious I was we’d be found out. We were married two years ago, as soon as he graduated with a degree in Sports Science. He’d played rugby at club level all through university, over a hundred games for the university, captaining the Firsts in his final year. Now he’s on contract with the Ospreys in Swansea, South Wales, and that’s where we live… in a cosy little cottage overlooking the sea.

  My husband is a rising star in the world of professional rugby and I’m so incredibly proud of him for achieving his dreams. He’ll be playing for the national team in the Six Nations Championships next February, and one day I’m sure he’ll become the Welsh captain. He’s good at achieving his ambitions…

  As for my own dreams, I went back to teaching three years ago, albeit in the private sector. Once the doctors pronounced me well enough, I spent a year working in a girls’ school in Southampton, and I’ve been on maternity leave this past month from my job at a mixed school here in Swansea, where I’ve been Head of Spanish the past two years. No one gives a damn I’m married to my ex-student. We’re open about it; we’ve got nothing to hide.

  Carys’ stalker was released from prison last year, and has returned to Ibiza. Grandad passed away at around the same time, sadly, from pancreatic cancer. Carys and Sara have stayed on in his bungalow, and we’ve given them some of the money I received from the damages Sophie’s husband managed to obtain from Diego, so they could redecorate the old place. They’re under police protection, just to be sure they’re safe, and we see them regularly; it’s only a couple of hours away.

  I shift position on the sofa; I’m suddenly feeling uncomfortable. With an abrupt pop, liquid gushes from between my legs, wetting the backs of my thighs and the sofa cushion. Oh, God!

  “Hey, princesa,” Ryan calls out, coming through the door not a moment too soon. My heart races, as usual, at the sound of his voice. The effect he has on me hasn’t lessened over the years; I’m still amazed this gorgeous man is mine.

  “Sweetheart, we’ve got to go to the hospital. My waters have just broken,” I call out.

  “¡Joder!” He drops his kit bag and rushes up to me. “How are you feeling? In any pain?”

  “I’m fine, my love. It’s very early stages.” I give him an encouraging smile. “My bag is already packed and in our bedroom. If you’ll carry it for me, I’ll go change my underwear and we can set off.”

  Sitting next to him in our brand new Ford Focus, my hand in his as he moves the stick shift, my heart thuds with love for him, and I give thanks to destiny for bringing us together. “What are you thinking now?” I ask him.

  “That I’m the luckiest man alive to have you by my side.” He pauses, flashing me a quick smile. “What are you thinking, princesa?”

  “The exact same thing. That I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

  He lifts my hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses it… sending my heart into freefall I love him so much.

  Leah López came into the world screaming her lungs out, nearly sixteen hours after we got to the hospital. I’m so proud of Beth for the way she handled that… putting up with the agony of giving birth without complaint. She’s lying in her bed now, forty-five minutes later, with our baby in her arms, and the look of love and pride on her face makes my heart melt.

  “Do you want to hold her?” she asks, her lovely chocolate-brown eyes meeting mine.

  “I’ve been desperate to hold her, but didn’t wanna muscle in on you, princesa.”

  “Aw, sorry for monopolising her,” she laughs, “here you go.” She holds out our little bundle of perfection.

  I cradle my daughter… my daughter! … I swear Leah knows who I am. She looks at me directly, and she’s beautiful. A thatch of dark hair, a cute little bow-shaped mouth, and Mam’s light blue eyes. I walk to the window, and tell her about her mama. How brave she was for protecting Granma… Jesus, Mam’s a gran now… and how she fought so hard to recover her health.

  There’s a sudden commotion in the doorway, and Mam and Sara walk in, bearing a big bunch of flowers and an enormous teddy bear. “Let me see her,” Mam squeals, coming up to me. “Ooh, she’s lovely.”

  I hand her over, but I don’t mind, not really… I’ll have years of cuddling my daughter, I hope.

  Sara, seventeen now and looking so grown-up, gets a turn holding Leah too, and I’m glad she does, as within minutes Sophie, Mike, and Beth’s parents troop into the room, armed with gifts, and it’s ‘pass the baby’ time.

  “Where are the boys?” I ask my sister and brother-in-law. They had a second son last year, Jack.

  “With our nanny,” Sophie says. She’s risen to the top ranks in the bank she works for, and they have full-time help. Eleri, Catrin’s friend at high school, has become a nanny, I’m reminded… she’s working for two widowers in London. I pull my phone from my pocket and text Josh our news. He and Catrin are married now, have been since uni, and they, too, have a daughter.

  Congratulations! he texts back. We look forward to seeing her. Josh and Catrin live in Manchester, though, where he works in product design, so it might be a while before we catch up with each other.

  I watch Beth’s parents, Steven and Cynthia, cooing over Leah. I don’t call them by their first names… they’re Mr and Mrs Matthews to me. “Finally, a granddaughter, Mrs Matthews trills, “how marvellous.”

  It’s like Beth has scored a point over her sister, in the game of favouritism they play with the twins. I’m glad Sophie and Beth are over that these days… they couldn’t be closer. Mr and Mrs Matthews tolerate me, that’s about it, but maybe with the arrival of my daughter, that will change? I fucking hope so, for Beth’s and Leah’s sake.

  Finally, our visitors are gone, leaving Beth and me alone with our baby. I perch on the edge of her bed, and put my arm around her while she breastfeeds Leah. Our daughter is suckling like a pro, and milk runs down her cute little chin. I bend and kiss her on the forehead, then do the same to Beth. “We’re a family now, princesa. I love you and our daughter so much. My two princesses.”

  Beth lifts her face so I can brush her lips with mine. “I love you both too,” she smiles, bends, and kisses Leah’s cheek, “forever and ever.”

  “Forever and ever,” I repeat.

  ACKNOWLEGEMENTS

  Trenda, my lovely editor, thank you so much for working with me again. Game On wouldn’t be the same book without your input, and I’m really looking forward to our next project. You’ve become a true friend.

  Letitia, thank you for the awesome cover. I absolutely freaking love it. Your designs are incredible.

  Tracy, thanks for helping me promote my books. It’s always a fun experience, and I so enjoy our chats on Facebook, especially when you tell me, “It’s all good.”

  My brilliant alpha readers, Fiona and Joy, thank you for your really useful feedback.

  Michelle McG special thanks for your awesome eagle-eye in spotting typos, and for looking after my Facebook group.

  Thank you, beta readers Helena, Michelle and Wendy (also for running my street team). You ladies rock!

  Thank you, Courtesans, my readers group. Our daily interactions on Facebook always make me happy. Love you all!

  Bloggers and reviewers – I feel privileged to have the support of so many people in this amazing community. Thank you all for your enthusiasm, and for spreading the word about my books.

  Fellow authors, I’m awed by how supportive you are. It makes me feel humble. Jade West, Isabella Starling, Jo Raven, Willow Winters and so many others. Thank you!

  Victor, my darling husband, I couldn’t do this without you. Thanks for putting up with me spending hours on my laptop and for feeding me when I’m too busy to feed
myself. I love you forever and ever.

  And of course, to my dear readers, I’m so grateful you’ve taken the time to read Game On. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve loved writing it.

  ABOUT SC DAIKO

  SC Daiko is a romance junkie who loves writing about strong heroines and hot alpha males. Her stories are sexy and emotional reads. Originally from the UK, she now lives in Italy with her husband and two cats. Nothing makes her happier than connecting with readers and fellow authors.

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  Table of Contents

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  DEDICATION

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

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  ACKNOWLEGEMENTS

  ABOUT SC DAIKO

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