Page 38 of Huge Games
"I thought we were supposed to be sleeping." I tug the sheet over myself and turn to face away. Jealousy is an ugly knot in my belly and a lump in my throat that feels tight. It's fucking pathetic to feel rejected just because Celine has chosen to laugh with another man. None of us has a more significant stake in her time and affection. If anything, I've been intimate with her more times. That should put me on the front foot. But I can't help how I feel. I can't help that it makes me want to get out of this bed, drag my clothes onto my body, and storm out the door.
The laughter dies down, and the bed shifts behind me. Feet pad across the floor, and I turn just in time to see Celine's sweet ass disappear into the bathroom.
Fuck, she's got a sexy walk like girls in eighties music videos, hips swaying in a way that makes me feral.
Dornan whistles in a quiet, descending tone as Celine closes the door. "That girl is fire."
My throat swallows involuntarily, making a strangled sound.
"She is," Travis agrees.
I don't say anything.
"Elias, you want to do this again?"
It's obvious I'm not asleep yet, so I don't have a way of getting out of answering Dornan's question. If I say no, I'm out of the running with Celine for good. She's got two other men just waiting to fill my boots. But if I say yes, I'm signing up for more sharing, which feels good in the moment, but empty as a fucking cave afterward.
"Maybe you should ask Celine first before canvassing us."
"Travis?"
"If she wants to." He obviously doesn't have the same reservations or concerns. Great. Just great.
Sounds of splashing water emanate from the bathroom. Celine hums lightly to herself, but I can't make out the tune. My phone rumbles on the console table, but I'm too tired to check who it is. Probably one of the group chats, blowing up with gossip. There was a big hockey game tonight; if our team won, the players would be out, causing havoc.
When Celine opens the door, I crane my head to look at her just in case it's the last time I'm ever going to see her naked. She's twisted her hair into a messy bun, with strands hanging around her pretty elfin face. Her breasts are bare, and her nipples are still red from our mean fingers and mouths.
She hesitates, eyes the two beds like she's unsure what to do. She left a space between me and Dornan, but that doesn't mean she'll return to it. I want her next to me, even if she's cuddling up in the other direction, but three in one bed and one in the other doesn't make much sense.
She must think the same thing because she pads to the other side of Travis's bed and climbs in. "Room for another one?"
He grins and shifts, holding the comforter and settling it over her. He kisses her lips and cuddles up in her embrace like they've been sleeping together for a hundred years. I turn away, gritting my teeth.
"Guess it's just you and me." Dornan shifts lower on the pillow, and I become very conscious of the fact that I'm naked and in bed with another naked dude.
"We need to put on some underwear." I grab mine from my clothes pile on the floor and pull them on. "There's no way I want to wake up with your cock anywhere near me."
Dornan climbs out of bed, hunting for his lost boxer briefs. "Believe me, I'm more than happy to keep my junk to myself."
"Your junk is all mine," Celine murmurs contentedly. She makes a humming noise in her throat like a cat's purr.
"Greedy." Travis turns to find Dornan sliding into bed. This is not how I imagined the end of this night.
"You tell anyone about this, and your junk will be in a waste disposal," I growl.
The room erupts with laughter, but I don't join in.
Falling asleep doesn't come easy.
Travis's alarm wakes us all at the ass crack of dawn. Thankfully, I held my position last night facing away from Dornan, and he hasn't drifted across the bed to spoon me. I slide my legs off the edge of the mattress and rub both hands over my face and through my hair. Lumbering to the bathroom, I piss for so long that I start to worry. I take a two-minute shower, reluctantly washing off all evidence of Celine and what we did last night.
Back in the bedroom, Celine has already pulled on her dress and heels. She smiles at me with sleepy eyes and rosy cheeks, and my stupid chest fills with softness at her cute morning face.
"We have ten minutes." Travis barrels into the bathroom, flicking the shower on before relieving himself. Dornan's still tucked under the sheet like a giant tree trunk.
I throw a pillow at his head. "Dornan. Time to get up."
He groans and then flings his arm across the bed. As he turns, it becomes very obvious that he has morning wood. Celine snickers, and I look away, annoyed.