Page 93 of Game On

“I didn’t know Gio knew about my box,” he said in Jamie’s neck.

“Me neither. Niall must’ve told him.”

“Are we sure they’re not a thing?”

“I think they’re in denial about being a thing, frankly.”

Dorian grunted and pulled away. “You hungry?”

“Starving.” Jamie followed him down the hallway into the living room. “I was thinking we could order—oh. What’s that?”

Dorian followed his gaze to the fort, embarrassed again, this time for different reasons. God. What had he been thinking? He ran a hand through his hair and tugged. “It’s stupid, but I wanted to...” What?

Tell Jamie he was special?

That he made Dorian feel special?

That Dorian had fallen hard for him?

That it was both terrifying and wonderful to feel seen and supported by him?

That Jamie had casually waltzed past every defence he’d ever erected as though they weren’t even there, and Dorian couldn’t do anything but hang on and hope for the best?

“You’ve done a lot for me,” he finally said, the words pulled from his chest. “More than you know. I just wanted to do something nice for you too.”

Jamie’s gaze softened. For perhaps the first time since they’d met, he appeared flustered, a hint of colour rising to his cheeks. He reached up and cupped Dorian’s face so gently, like he was made of glass, and kissed him again, taking his time. It was still hot and wet and good, but whereas before it had been full of enthusiasm, this was... This was foreplay. It was Jamie pouring his feelings into a kiss that made Dorian melt against him. His head swam, his blood heated, and he was seconds away from telling Jamie to fuck dinner and fuck the fort and to fuck him instead. With their chests and pelvises crushed together, it was all too easy to get lost in sensation and the feel of Jamie’s hard body against his.

Jamie pulled away with a tiny groan that Dorian felt in his balls. “Thank you,” he whispered.

There was too much in his eyes, too much feeling that threatened to overwhelm Dorian. Clearing his throat, he stepped back. “Dinner? It’s nothing fancy. Just a simple charcuterie board. I also have chili in the slow cooker because I know meats and cheeses will only keep you full for eight seconds.”

“Sounds perfect.” Jamie squeezed his hip.

The chili still needed another half hour in the slow cooker, so they brought the meat and cheese board, plates, and napkins into the fort. Jamie uncorked the champagne and poured two flutes, and Dorian grabbed Poppy’s food bowl. Once they were settled inside the fort, he whistled for her. She approached slowly, unsure of her welcome.

“Come on, girl. I got your food too.”

She finally came in and began eating. Dorian watched her for a moment, remembering her running around with Niall’s dog, Mona, as well as the other dogs at brunch that the Jamieson siblings had brought along but mostly kept outside.

“Do you think we should get Poppy a friend? Someone to keep her company when we’re not here during the day?”

Lying on his side with his legs half out of the fort, Jamie rubbed a hand over his mouth, but his smile was obvious. “You want to get the dog... a dog?”

“Well, I was thinking you could get a dog. And when you’re going to be out for most of the day or away with the team, you can drop her or him off here. Once you get your own place, I mean.”

“So really, it’d be your dog.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Uh-huh.” Jamie selected a slice of salami. “Tell me, how did a guy with a no-pets policy suddenly end up wanting two dogs?”

“I don’t want two dogs.” Dorian poked him in the shoulder. “Didn’t you hear what I said? A dog for me and a dog for you.”

“But what you really mean is two dogs for you.”

“Oh, for the love of...”

Dorian tackled him. Jamie laughed until Dorian kissed him, then laughed some more when Poppy tried to kiss them both.

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