Page 87 of End Game

“I know. Sienna came over, and they took off together about an hour ago.”

“Where did they go?”

“I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. You’re a grown-ass man. You can ask her yourself.”

And with that, Cooper exits my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Frustrated, I grab my phone and send Ever a quick text.

Where are you?

She doesn’t reply, and after five minutes of waiting, I take a shower. Jerk off because I still have a raging hard-on. Once I’m finished, I step out of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist and checking my phone immediately like some needy asshole to see she still hasn’t responded.

Fuck, I think I’m being ignored. And I’m not used to that.

Not at all.

I dry off. Shave extra carefully to make sure the face is nice and smooth. Though women never seem to mind when there’s a little bit of stubble on the cheeks. Some of them even claim they like the friction in certain places ...

I slap on some aftershave like I’m an old man and enter my bedroom to get dressed, leaving the towel on the bathroom floor. I’m standing bare-assed naked in front of my dresser when my bedroom door swings open, and I’m about to yell at Coop to get the fuck out, but this time it’s Ever standing there.

A gasp escapes her when she spots me, and she covers her eyes with her hand, reaching for the door handle with the other. “Oh my God. I’msosorry.”

I dash toward her, grabbing her about the waist and pinning her against the door, using her body to slam it shut. “Not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Not like this.” She drops her hand from her eyes, but they’re still squeezed shut.

“Ever.” I give her a gentle shake, my arms tightening around her body. I’ve missed her. How is this possible? “Open your eyes.”

She does as I command, her gaze staying on my face and not straying at all. “I went out with Sienna. We grabbed lunch and did a little shopping.”

“Buy me anything?” I grin at her, but she doesn’t smile back.

“No.” She shakes her head. “Nico ...”

“Ever ...” I mimic her serious tone, trying to ignore how soft she is in my arms. I can smell her, fruity and sweet, and there are a few stray tendrils of dark hair framing her pretty face.

A sigh leaves her, and she rests her hands on my chest, her fingers pressing lightly into my skin. “I don’t know if this is going to work.”

Unease prickles over me, making every hair on my body rise. “What are you talking about?”

“You. And me. What happened last night.” Her eyes are extra wide, and I wait for her to say something else. Mentally preparing myself for the blow. “It was probably a mistake.”

“A mistake?” My voice is weak, and I’m frowning so hard my face hurts.

What the hell is she talking about?

“We’re roommates. We’re ... friends. And like I told you a few days ago, we should probably keep it at that. Friends.”

It’s too late,I want to tell her.We’ve taken it too far. I’ve kissed you. All over your body. I know the taste of your pussy. I know what you look like when you come. I’ve come all over your hand and was hoping to come in your mouth next. Today.

Tonight.

Now.

I’m up for anything.

Anything but what she’s saying.

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