Page 26 of End Game

Somehow we’ve developed an entire unspoken Cami-care hierarchy in the last ten minutes—probably longer; it’s just obvious now—and I’m not sure whether that’s healthy communication or the beginning of a Cami-centered cult.

Griffin helps Cami off the counter and leads her to the table.

The rest of us all look at each other.

Finally, Micah says, “I could use some nicotine.”

“I think me too,” I admit, and we both look at Ronan.

He nods.

Moments later we’re all smoking on the back porch.

It’s December in Colorado.

So it’s fucking freezing.

But we sit there anyway.

“You okay?” Micah eventually asks Ronan.

“I am,” he answers with a small laugh.

“Soooo… did she finally get you to give up, or did she have to tie you down?” I ask.

“Oh, I was definitely the one doing the tying,” he teases back, then, more seriously, “the way she approached me, I couldn’t say no.”

“Well, welcome to the Cami club.”

“Dex,” Micah scolds with a laugh.

“Well, what else do you want to call it?”

“Maybe, welcome to the polycule,” Ronan offers.

“Oh, fuck off. You’ve been in the polycule for months. Your dick doesn’t need to file membership paperwork.”

Micah huffs an uncontrolled laugh.

Ronan lets loose a slow breath.

It might be annoyance.

It might be amusement.

“Plus, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen her naked,” I add.

After a soft scoff, Ronan replies, “Also true. Although it was the first time she saw me naked.”

And now I’m thinking about Ronan naked… and now I’m thinking about Ronan and Cami naked together… and now I’m thinking about Cami tied up while Ronan does things to her… and now I’m thinking about me tied up while Ronan does things to me.

Well.

That escalated predictably.

“So, we ready to jump right in to full group chaos yet?” I ask. “Because I am fucking ready.”

Micah and Ronan both laugh softly.