The Game: Rebels of Ridgecrest High (Book 3)

My phone rings for the 10th time in the past hour. Between my mom and Malcolm, they’ve been blowing up my phone.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Cadence asks me. I shake my head.

“Hell no, I want nothing to do with them.” But the amount of phone calls I’m getting, I’m going to have to pick up soon to get them to stop. I already tried blocking their number, but dad’s phone was blowing up and he demanded that I listen to them. Maybe even go for New Year’s.

I won’t do that. I had better places to be for New Year’s. And it’s not gonna be in New York with mom and Malcolm. It’s going to be here.

The only thing is, my dad doesn’t have full custody of me. If the cops come knocking on the door, they can take me back to mom.

I finish painting Cadence’s nails and move over to Sadie’s hand. They said they would come over and be our decoy today. So I can sneak into Asher’s room and make out with him for a while. Just a little while. But the payment was a fresh manicure and that I could do.

My phone rings again, and I have a look. Private number. I hesitate to pick up. Mom probably worked out by now that I’m screening her calls.

Fuck it.

“hello?”

“Mila, oh thank you for answering.” Ugh, I sink into the carpet as I shuffle my feet under my body. Malcom. At least his smarter than my mom.

“We need to talk. I need you to come home so we can all talk. Together and not over the phone.”

“I don’t want to come back.”

There’s a long pause and Malcom sighs.

“I don’t want to ask you this. But something happened, and I need you to come back here. At least for a few days. That’s all I ask.”

“What’s happened?” I sit up straighter. But it’s weird he can’t tell me over the phone. Are the phone lines bugged?

“Is there a chance you will be here for Christmas? Or after?” he asks again and the sound of his voice has me worried. Oh god. Did he do some dodgy business deal?

“No, I’m sorry. I lived in that apartment for four years and it was hell. I’m not coming back. She’s not my mother. She is just a woman who gave birth to me. And never gave a shit. I’m happy here. I have a stepmom who treats me like her own.” Which makes me feel guilty every day that I’m off secretly kissing Asher.

“Just two days. That’s all I need. I will send you first class. I’ll send the ticket to you now.”

Wow! He’s desperate, but I’m not that crazy to go back to that bitch who calls herself my mother.

Asher opens my door, his topless and only wearing some basketball shorts. I know what he’s wearing under that…nothing. He waves at Sadie and Cadence. They both sigh as he blows me a kiss.

“Look, I have to go. Nice talking to you, Malcom.” I don’t give him a chance to respond. I hang up the phone. Asher gives me a puzzled look.

“He got me on a private number. I always answer them in case its something important.”

“Your mom’s still trying to get you there for Christmas?” I don’t think so.

I shake my head.

“I think they want to talk to me in person. That’s it. Malcom seems a little worried about someone. But that got nothing to do with me. He’s only calling on Mom’s behalf.”

Asher holds his hand out for me to take. I let him pull me up and I stumble into him on purpose.

“Whoops.” I sneak a kiss.

“There will be plenty more of them where we’re going.” He winks down at me as he leads me out of the room and into his.

I feel like a naughty kid. Going to hide in his room and sneak all the candy. But it’s to sneak kisses and orgasms right now. He closes his door softly to not draw attention and grabs me under my shoulders.

I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him and I take in a fist of his hair and pull his head back. Those dark eyes pierce me right through me to my soul.

I kiss him, hard and fast. I love these stolen moments. They’re just ours.

He saunters into his walk-in closet, and I know what he wants. We talked about this. I slide down his body. A playful smile hints at my lips. He leaves me there and I look at his blue jersey waiting for me. He said he wanted me to wear it, with nothing else on. And that’s what I’m going to do.

I stalk out his closet wearing only the jersey. His name is across the back. I turn around and slowly lift the hem, showing a corner of my bare ass.

“Oh fuck. Mila. I’m so hard already. You tease me too much, girl.” I smirk over my shoulder at him.

“I try.” I wink as I drop to my knees. He groans and shifts his shorts. I can see his cock through the fabric. There’s no hiding. He’s ready for me. We haven’t gone this far before. I want to blow his mind and he wants to lick my pussy till I come. The carpet is soft as I slowly prowl towards him.

He leans back on the bed, bracing himself with his elbows, and I make my way up to him. My fingers snake up his leg and under the shorts. I find his cock and give it a small stroke. He moans and I shake my head at him to be quiet.

I rub my thumb through the pre-cum and bring my hand out to taste him. Sucking my thumb into my mouth, he rolls his eyes back and tries to keep quiet. I love this feeling. It’s powerful to me. Sitting between his legs, tasting him. Making him wait for me.

“Please, Mila. God.” He drops his head back and palms his cock through his shorts, and I know I’ve given him enough torture. I sit up and pull his shorts down until his hard length springs free and I chuckle.

“God, Mila. This isn’t a laughing matter. I’m gonna die if you don’t put your mouth on there.”

He watches me as I run my tongue from base to tip, then suck the head of his cock. Swirling my tongue around, he groans and reaches for me. then flops his head back on the bed, covering his eyes.

Asher can’t keep still. And I love the taste of him. I use my fist and suck him as deep as I can.

“Mila, fuck, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” I try to tell him to shut up. He’ll draw attention, but he just can’t help himself.

I cup his balls and roll them around in my hand and he moans curse words.

“Mila?” I hear my dad call from outside Asher’s door. My eyes widen and I see Asher’s face as he sits up, looking at his door.

But it’s too late. My mouth lets go of his cock with a pop as Asher quickly puts his dick away. Kate’s standing at his door, staring at us. My dad turns from my bedroom door and sees us.

Fuck.

Kate is the first to speak.

“We were just coming to see if you wanted to do some Christmas shopping with us. But I think… I just. I… James?” she turns to my dad and he can’t even look me in the eye.

We shouldn’t have done this. We should have told them first.

“How long has this been going on?” He asks. He’s not angry, but he’s too calm. It’s more worrying.

“A while.” Asher’s voice cracks. He holds onto me and I’m thankful for the comfort.

“Maybe it’s best you see your mom for a couple of days like she asked, Mila. Until I can wrap my head around this.”

“No,” I cry out. “Please don’t make me go. We can talk about this.”

“I love her, James. Mom. I’m not letting her go.”

Dad just shakes his head.

“Mila, this isn’t an option. If you want to live here. You will go see your mother. And we will work out what to do with you both once we all cool down.”

“You don’t even seem that upset.” Asher says to dad and I see the look on dad’s face. You don’t want to push him any further. He’s holding it back.

I have just ruined everything… with a blow job.