Page 7 of End Game

“I told her about you and Ronan mostly. And that we are building our own kind of playroom,” she offers like this is perfectly normal information to give a woman she just met.

As I process that, I let my gaze shift from Cami to Alexis. “How long have you been… I don’t know, how long have you been using the playroom?”

The corners of her lips turn up. “Well, my experience predates my current relationships, but this playroom with these men? A little over a year and a half.”

I nod, taking that in. “Yeah, Ronan is going to want to talk to all of you,” I agree. “I do too, but he really will. Although, you should probably be prepared for questions.”

Cami snorts beside me.

“Well, Carter has no issues talking about it with anyone. Jer and Ethan don’t like talking about it with other people so much. And Shawn and Holden, well, they’re just not as into that as the others.”

Cami straightens. “How does that work? I mean with some of them wanting to and some of them not?”

Alexis takes a slow sip from her drink and then smiles before she replies, “A lot of communication and a lot of trust. Mostly in me and my ability to safeword.”

She seems to think about the next part before adding, “There was a point where everyone except Carter was worried about Jeremiah in there, but he is a little more sadistic than the others, so we just worked through it.”

Cami looks up at me. “I think Ronan and Jeremiah are different, but also a lot alike.”

I think about Ronan’s control. The way nothing he does seems accidental, even when he wants something hard enough to make his hands shake.

By the time I check my phone again, another hour is gone. Cami’s empty glass has been pushed to the edge of the table, and she’s heavier against my shoulder than she was before.

“Alright, Princess. Time to get you home.”

The second the car doors close, some of the lightness leaves her.

She buckles in, settles back against the seat, and goes quiet.

“How is Ronan?” she asks.

“Okay-ish,” I squeeze her thigh. “He had a lot of shit he wanted to take out on his brother and nowhere to put it. So he’s wound tight and probably spiraling in his own head by now.”

Then, I explain to her what happened after she left—the conversations or lack thereof.

Cami nods and looks out the window. It’s another few breaths before she says, “It makes sense that he’s spiraling.”

Then, she quietly adds, “I need some time alone with him when we get home. I’ll make sure Griffin is okay, but I need to decompress some with Ronan.”

I squeeze her thigh once. “I think that’s a good idea.”

Griffin is in the driveway before I’ve even killed the engine. He opens Cami’s door, hands immediately going to her upper arms as his eyes sweep over her.

I know Griff needs to see for himself that she is in one piece.

I give him room, but not quite all of it. I come up beside her, settle a hand at the small of her back, and kiss her cheek.

Griffin gives me a small nod—that’s all I need.

I leave them alone in the driveway.

Inside, Ronan isn’t in any of the common areas, so I head for his room.

No answer when I knock. I crack the door and steam curls out around the smell of his soap.

I close his bedroom door and head back to the kitchen to get a glass of water before texting Dex. He knows nothing of what happened.

Micah