Page 29 of The Husband Game

“No.”

“Then use my bathroom. I’ll use the guest room shower tonight.”

“Uh, okay.”

Charlie scampered into the bathroom and locked the door behind him before Dustin could change his mind. They were going to need to have a talk about some things, that was for sure.

Forty minutes later, Charlie had showered, brushed his teeth, and gone through his nightly skincare routine.

He slipped into the bedroom and found Dustin already passed out in bed. On the far nightstand, a lamp was turned on, but the room was otherwise dark.

Charlie found his charger, plugged his phone into the nearest outlet, then carefully crawled into bed with Dustin. He let out a soft noise but didn’t wake.

This was weird. Definitely weird.

Charlie glanced down at the ginormous ring on his finger. If he’d ever imagined getting married and having a honeymoon—which he definitely had not—this was not how it would have gone.

But he rolled over, turned out the light, and curled up as far away from Dustin as possible. In a king-size bed, it wasn’t difficult.

Charlie’s heart beat fast as he lay there in the dark, unfamiliar room, and he pressed his palm to his chest, trying to slow his breathing.

Holy shit. He was married and living in Toronto now.

It had been a very weird couple of days.

He closed his eyes and hoped when he woke up, it would all have been a strange dream.

* * *

Dustin awoke to a warm body tucked close to his, wrapped in his arms. He blinked sleep out of his eyes and squinted at the figure next to him.

All he could see was a narrow shoulder and some gold curls, but it quickly came rushing back.

Charlie. Vegas. A drunken wedding. Coming up with a plan to stay together.

Dustin smiled and let out a quiet sigh, too comfortable to move. He pulled Charlie a little closer, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Well, this was a perk.

It was bright out—they’d probably slept pretty late—and Charlie felt good in his arms.

Charlie sighed too, stirring a little, his ass pressing against Dustin’s morning hard-on.

Dustin groaned, sliding his hand across the flat planes of Charlie’s body, brushing his thumb across the hard pebble of Charlie’s nipple.

Charlie let out a surprised little noise and Dustin froze, worried he’d crossed a line. Shit, Charlie had wanted to sleep in the other room and …

But Charlie shimmied closer, pulling Dustin’s hand more tightly to his chest. So he kissed Charlie’s neck again and rolled his nipple between the pads of his fingers.

When Charlie squirmed in his arms, it was only to flip onto his other side and he immediately put a hand around the back of Dustin’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

As they kissed, Dustin roamed a hand across Charlie’s back, dipping below the waistband of his briefs.

But Charlie pressed a hand to Dustin’s bare chest, gently pushing him away.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Charlie said, sounding a little breathless. “Sorry. I’m not sure this is such a good idea.”

“You’re not sure about what?” Dustin asked with a frown.

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