Page 54 of End Game

The second we’re out of sight, I push him against the wall.

He catches both of my wrists before I can touch him.

Oh.

My whole body lights up as his eyes darken.

“You spent the entire night trying to get a reaction out of everyone at that table.”

I grin. “Did it work?”

His grip tightens.

“Bedroom,” he releases me and points.

“Yes, Sir.”

I don’t make it three steps before I hear Cami laughing from the other room.

Then Griffin.

Then Ronan.

I smile.

Yeah.

Whatever the fuck we’re building?

I’m so glad I rolled for it.

Chapter nine

Command Word

Ronan

Being back at work at the library has been a good distraction.

At this point, I feel as if I have a new addiction. It’s not really an addiction—it’s a hyperfixation.

All I can think about most of the time is what I want to do with her and how I want to do it. Sometimes just her, sometimes her and Griffin, sometimes the whole polycule.

Campaign night is… interesting. The innuendos run hotter and more frequently than usual—between everyone.

Griffin not only smiles at most of them, but he supplies a few of his own.

Everyone is hot and bothered by the time the night is over.

Dex and Micah disappear quickly—down the hall to Micah’s room—and it’s just Griffin, Cami, and me left.

For a moment it feels awkward.

Which is odd—especially for me—but it was a sexually charged night, and my mind runs on an almost singular track right now.

“I bet you’re looking forward to tomorrow night,” Griffin says, and his voice is actually playful. He seems to genuinely be happy for us. Teasing us. Wanting things to go well.

Cami looks to me for my response. It’s a deferral. A submission.