Page 7 of Mine (The Possession #3)

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Romeo

D ays off are hard to come by during the season. Having two days off was even harder to come by, and as I got ready for the event at the children's hospital, I was regretting my choice. What the hell did you wear to give out candy to sick kids? Did I dress up? Go as myself?

I had a few costumes I had worn over the years and as I looked at the few I had, I knew which one I had to wear. The hospital was so close to me that I could have walked, but my body was feeling too exhausted and as I left my building, a few residents smiled at me, and a few even gave me high fives.

Parking my car in the hospital garage, I made my way to the floor Valencia had instructed me to go to. A few nurses gave me flirty smiles and a few kids gave me high fives. As soon as I exited the elevator, I heard the commotion and as I walked up to the group, I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one dressed up.

Cap and his son were dressed up as skeletons and a few others I didn’t recognize had dressed up. Then the person who organized it all walked around the tall men who had hidden her. Valencia was dressed as Princess Peach. I couldn’t help but smirk at the luck I had. She was the princess to my Mario.

“Gomez!” Her eyes lit up as she walked over to me. “Were you spying on me?”

I laughed. “Totally coincidental. A friend and I dressed up as Mario and Luigi last year.”

“Thank you so much for doing this and thank you for dressing up,” she said with a faint blush on her cheeks.

Valencia was gorgeous and while she was a part of the reason I came, I knew once I got here, I wouldn’t regret it. My childhood friend, Danny, spent most of his life in the hospital until cancer took him from us. We spent the last year of his life in his hospital room because he was too sick to leave.

“Of course, I’m happy to help,” I said, forgetting about my earlier tantrum of not wanting to come because this was for a good cause. “I also brought some candy and these coloring books I found at Target.”

“Ro,” she whispered, looking in the bag that I held out.

I wasn’t a fan of people saying my first name because I was teased throughout middle school and that's why most people just called me Gomez, but her calling me Ro gave me goosebumps.

“Thank you,” she said, hugging me.

Her head only came up to my shoulder, her small arms wrapped around my torso as her breasts pressed against me. The closeness made blood rush down to my cock and all I wanted to do was push her against the wall and have my way with her. Some rated R shit between Mario and Peach would probably scar the kids.

“Any time, Mamacita,” I said, stilling when the nickname came out.

She pulled away with a smirk and her cheeks were a little red. She grabbed my bag and walked away as I said hello to my teammates. I was being introduced to a few baseball players and football players when I saw my brother, Tomás.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, coming up to me to give me a hug.

“They asked for volunteers, and I couldn’t say no,” I said, shaking off my surprise to see him here.

I loved my brother, but things had always been strained between us, especially since my father had constantly pitted us against each other. Tomás followed in my father’s and uncle’s footsteps while I decided to play hockey instead of football. They gave me a lot of shit for it and while I didn’t play into it anymore, Tomás certainly did, but he was also just like our father.

“You volunteered? Shit, I was kind of forced to come,” he laughed like it was a joke.

“I try to visit as often as I can, you know, because Danny was stuck in the hospital,” I said, trying not to get annoyed.

“Who was Danny?” He ran his hand through his hair as I took a deep breath.

“He was my friend who got diagnosed with cancer when we were in middle school,” I said, looking around trying not to get annoyed.

“Oh, I don’t remember him.” He shrugged and it bothered me because Danny spent so much time at our house before he got sick. I don’t know why I was surprised; Tomás was selfish and if it wasn’t about him, he didn’t care.

“Alright guys!” A woman I didn’t recognize stood on a chair, dressed as Princess Daisy. “We will split you up into groups that should have a mix of football, baseball and hockey. Your group will go around to all the rooms on the floor that have an open door. You will have about five-ish minutes to give candy and chat, but don’t stay too long because there are a lot of rooms and kids who’d like to see you guys.”

“Once you have made it back to the original room you started at and you still have candy, please give the rest out if you can,” Valencia said, but since she wasn’t on a chair, it was kind of hard to see her.

“Damn, Romeo sucking up to the SM managers,” Tomás said, looking up and down my costume.

Another woman dressed as Rosalina started to speak.

“It was the only costume I had, not my fault the managers have good taste in video games,” I said.

“Damn, Princess Peach is fine,” one of Tomás’ teammates said, as jealousy roared through me.

“Hey, Romeo, is she single?” my brother asked me.

“No clue.” I shrugged, seeing Riggs walk towards the group.

He walked to Valencia, giving her a small smile that I noticed he only gave to her. Her face lit up when she saw him, and they spoke while one of the other girls started calling out names.

“Damn, it seems she is taken,” Tomás said, as another guy said they had to be fucking.

I scowled because of course, fucking Hunter Riggs had to like the same girl I did. Not that I would pursue anything because it was frowned upon to screw with anyone that worked for the hockey team, but I liked having her look at me just like that.

“Hermano, are you hooking up with her?” Tomás said a little too loudly.

“No soy un pendejo,” I growled.

I’m not stupid.

“That's not what your expression said,” he said, jabbing his elbow in my side.

I looked over at him with a bored expression. “I’m not dumb enough to shit where I eat.”

“Damn, for her, I might just say fuck it and have a taste,” one of the football guys said.

Fuck, my brother’s teammates were annoying. Just as I was about to say something, Princess Daisy called my brother’s name and a few others. Thankfully, I didn’t have to hear any more shit, but my fucking luck had me paired with Riggs, a baseball player and a football player that was thankfully not as annoying as the guys I had been standing by.

The girls started to pass around the buckets we were supposed to use, along with merch we could give to the kids. Valencia walked up to us and handed us the candy and merch.

“Here, Gomez,” she said, handing me back my bag. “Since you brought this, it might be best if it came from you. I also saw the hockey trading cards you put in there. I love that.”

I felt Hunter’s glare and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Damn, bro, way to show us up,” the baseball guy said, rolling his eyes.

I shrugged. “I’m just trying to help out, these kids are probably so familiar with being here that anything I can do to make it more bearable is not enough.”

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Valencia said with a big smile.

“Anytime,” I said, as we followed her to the room we would start at.

“Fucking kiss ass,” Riggs muttered, as I turned around to give him a piece of my mind when Valencia opened the door, letting us through.

Seeing the kids was heartbreaking, but with each room we went to, I loved that we were able to bring them a little bit of happiness. One of the girls came to us as we came out of the last room, letting us know we could leave.

The other guys left quickly and when I turned around to see Riggs already speaking to her, I glared at him. I heard words like family and home game, which made me hope he was doing something nice for the family. When I decided to wait, I didn’t expect him to hog her attention, but then the faintest smirk appeared on his face. This asshole was keeping all her attention for himself, and thoughts that would land me in jail crossed my mind.

“Thanks for this opportunity, Florida,” I said, making sure I didn’t call her something else like earlier.

She turned around, smiling immediately. “Thank you for coming on your day off.”

She hugged my torso as I took a deep breath, taking in her scent. Looking up, Hunter's eyes were on me. I returned the smirk and I squeezed her tightly, holding eye contact. He scowled and I felt triumphant.

Maybe I would pursue her. Riggs would be jealous and anything to fuck with him sounded like a good idea, but pursuing Valencia would be no hardship and it would kill two birds with one stone.

Nights alone at home were few and far between. I enjoyed them and I also hated them. It was only ten o'clock when I climbed into bed and turned on the TV to some sports channel for background noise. I got on social media and mindlessly scrolled; I laughed and saved recipes to foods I knew I would never make.

Once I got bored, I turned off the TV knowing I should go to bed so I could be refreshed for tomorrow’s game. I turned off everything and lay down on my side. It was a mistake to go to sleep so early and I ended up tossing and turning. My mind kept thinking about Valencia and occasionally Hunter.

What would they look like together? What would she look like on her knees begging me to let her come? My cock twitched at the thought and my mind conjured up a whole scene of us together. She would look so sexy in lace, her curly hair piled on top of her head as I fucked her from behind.

I pushed my palm over my covered cock groaning as another image of her riding me flashed in my head. Her breasts bounced as I thrust in her, holding onto her thick thighs. I grabbed my cock out of my boxer briefs, stroking once as I thought about her hand on my cock.

My hips thrusted up as I pushed into my palm using my precum as lube. She would look up at me with her gorgeous eyes, jacking me off, sticking her tongue out. My cock leaked more as I imagined her desperate for me to come.

It wasn’t her hand I wasn’t imagining anymore and as Hunter knelt next to her with his mouth also open, I came. My orgasm shot through me, catching me off guard. I fucked my hand with a few more thrusts feeling much calmer, until I realized I had imagined Hunter kneeling next to Valencia.

What the fuck was happening? I did not just imagine Hunter as I jacked off. Just thinking about painting him with my cum made my cock attempt to rally again. I didn’t know what was more shocking, that I came thinking of Hunter on his knees or that I came because I was thinking of a man.