The Game of Love: (BWWM Romance) by K. Alex Walker Read Free Book Online Page A

fingers together. As they swayed, he kept his gaze so affixed with hers that Sommer felt as though he was trying to look directly through her.
    “Relax, Sommer.”
    “Promise you won’t step on my toes?” she asked.
    “I promise. And if I do, I’ll kiss them and make it better later.”
    Eventually, Sommer allowed herself to relax and become absorbed by the music floating around them. When Austin pulled her closer into his chest and wrapped both arms around her waist, she responded by wrapping her arms around him and laying her head against his firmness. Eyes would definitely be on them now, which was something Sommer had initially been preoccupied with. But as she felt the strength pulsating in the arms he’d secured around her, she no longer gave a damn. Even if people talked, it wouldn’t matter. She was swirling, swooning, stumbling, and falling. He’d already been firmly lodged inside her heart before he even returned to Yearwood. The weeks they’d spent together had only allowed the dormant feelings she had for him to flow freely from their chasm. 
    “ Sommer? Are you ready?”
    She didn’t even realize that her eyes had closed as she opened them to look up at him. She nodded, and he took her by the hand and led her from the tent. Several pairs of eyes followed them as they left together, but Sommer still didn’t care. She’d already done enough simply for the benefit of everyone around town. Now, she would shirk their judgmental stares and bask in her own enjoyment.
    When they reached the car, he positioned her against the passenger door and possessively captured her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, sucking, nibbling, and tasting every essence of him. When he pulled away, she immediately missed the embrace and found some satisfaction in pressing her lips along the base of his neck.
    “I don’t know how you do it, Sommer. It’s like your lips call out to me.”
    She grinned. “Something else is calling out to you too if you want to answer.”
    She wrapped a leg around his waist and felt his need grow against her. Austin pressed himself harder into her body, wanting to tear her clothes off and fill her right there within view of anyone from the wedding party that came walking over the hill.
    “We have to go,” he told her, pressing a firm kiss against her lips before pulling her off the door, tugging it open, and quickly helping her inside. As he hopped in on the other side, Sommer reached over and ran her hands down the front of his slacks.
    “You’re going to mess around and get yourself in trouble,” he warned, his lids lowering as she wrapped her fingers around him.
    “I’m counting on it,” she answered and replaced her touch with a kiss before leaning back into the seat. Austin smiled, shook his head, and sped out of the parking lot.
    He drove for a few miles before he left the road and pulled onto a paved redbrick driveway flanked by colorful rosebushes, pruned shrubs, and neatly shorn hedges. Above them, tall birch trees grew towards each other on either side of the brick to create a natural arched entrance. At the end of the driveway stood an old, white Victorian mansion. From the sign posted in the yard, Sommer realized that it was a converted bed and breakfast; its historic elegance preserved as a wraparound porch, dressed in spindles and posts, housed a wicker settee and matching rocking chairs at the front. An elderly woman came rushing over to them before they had a chance to exit the car, and stopped when she was a few feet in front of the hood.
    “Mr. Riley?”
    Austin stepped forward and gently shook her hand, afraid that applying any more pressure might break her. The woman looked to be in her eighties and wore a knitted cap on her head with a few wisps of white hair poking out underneath. A pair of large framed glasses obscured half of her small face and sapphire eyes, which contrasted sharply against her brown skin and peered from behind the