Page 34 of End Game

I know what his voice sounds like when he’s teasing me and what it sounds like when he expects me to listen.

I know what green means between us.

And when his mouth brushes my ear, and he quietly tells me to look at him again, I do.

Because apparently Ronan was right.

He’s already teaching my body his language.

And apparently mine is learning fast.

After he has cleaned me up again, he asks me what else I need.

“I just need you to hold me to sleep,” I answer honestly.

He smiles. “That can be arranged.”

Waking up in Ronan’s arms should feel strange.

Somehow, it doesn’t.

It feels overdue.

I’m careful as I rest my arm on his chest, my thumb moving in gentle strokes.

“Good morning,” he greets hoarsely as he wakes up.

“Morning.” I lean up on my elbow and look at him before kissing him gently. “Do you have to work?”

“I should,” he says with a smile, “but I won’t. I’ll take today.”

“Mmmmm,” I hum. “And spend the whole day in this bed with me?”

His grin is infectious. “Is that what you want, Cameron?”

“Maybe… or maybe you can take me to the basement.”

“Fuck, woman, what am I going to do with you?”

His mistake is asking like it’s rhetorical—like I don’t already have an answer.

The smile that crosses my face must be completely salacious. “Anything you want, Dungeon Daddy.”

It takes mere seconds before he flips us and kisses me deeply.

Chapter six

Recovery Round

Griffin

I decided not to go to work. It was an extra shift, and I know someone else will have to work harder, but I feel like, in the aftermath of what happened at Ronan’s parents’ house and everything else, I need to be present.

We all had a late night.

I think we’re all emotionally overwhelmed.

Micah and Dex don’t work until the evening, and Ronan called into work, too.