Page 29 of Huge Games

"We should," Travis agrees. He opens the drinks menu and looks down at the list. "Here's a good one."

I swear the guy is only a few years older than us, but he's making me feel like a preteen. When my eyes meet Elias's, I can sense he has the same feelings.

Before we have a chance to order, Celine stiffens in her chair. I turn to find Eddie sauntering into the restaurant,holding the hand of a girl I assume is his date, Abbey. Beneath the table, I rest my hand on Celine's thigh. "Take it easy."

Her leg is rigid, and her jaw is tight, precisely the kind of expression Eddie would love to gloat over. I lean over, sliding my hand into her nape, and pull her face to mine so I can kiss her. She seems surprised at first but then softens into the kiss. I don't let her go until I hear the server asking Eddie and Abbey if they would like to order drinks immediately or take a look at the menu first.

Celine's eyes are dazed when she lifts her lids, and they brush over each of us. When they reach Elias, he wastes no time in doing the same as me. Watching him kiss Celine when my mouth still tastes of her is strange. A pang of jealousy is immediately swamped by heat that swells my cock. Jesus. The way Elias grips Celine's hair and controls her kiss is hot.

Across the restaurant, my eyes meet Eddie's, and the fury in his expression is like iced water down the back of my neck.

I don't fear the guy. Not at all. He's all talk and minimal action. We play on the same team but manage to avoid ever having to speak to each other except when Coach demands it.

Celine and Elias separate, and I mutter, "Eddie's not looking happy."

For the first time since we saw them arrive, Celine smiles.

"Well, this is just going perfectly."

The server returns to take our order, which Travis relays perfectly in a French accent that sounds native. I thought he worked in Germany, but maybe I'm mistaken, and it was actually France.

Eddie's concentration is focused on Abbey, but his shoulders are tense, and he's angled himself, so I can onlyglimpse his side profile.

"I feel sorry for the girl," Travis says, sipping the wine poured into our tall bell-shaped glasses.

"I do, too." Celine licks the blood-red stain from her lips, stirring my cock again. "She doesn't know what she's letting herself in for."

"Maybe you should talk to her?"

Celine shrugs. "I wouldn't have listened. When he smiled at me, every reservation I ever had about him melted away. If I can be a fool, she probably will be, too."

"You're not a fool," Travis interjects abruptly. "He is."

"And he's looking over here again," I whisper.

Travis reaches across the table and takes Celine's hand. I don't know if it's for effect or because he genuinely feels she needs reassurance. Either way, it makes Eddie's cheeks heat and his eyes narrow.

"Keep doing that," I say. "It's working."

Elias takes Celine's other hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips, and I try to stifle a smile. This shouldn't be fun, but it is. If Eddie was less of a douche, then maybe I'd feel bad, but he deserves everything he gets.

The servers bring our meals, and everything looks delicious. At the same time, Eddie and Abbey are also served their food. I cut into my lamb and take a bite, savoring the deliciously soft, salty meat covered in a slightly sweet, wine-flavored gravy. I cut another piece and extend my fork to Celine. "You have to try this."

She opens her mouth, and I gently ease the meat between her lips. The moan she makes as she chews reminds me of the way she sounded during sex. "Mmmm…that is sooooo goooooood." She rolls her eyes the same way she did when I made her come.

"This is fucking delicious," Elias says, shoving a huge mouthful of lamb and potatoes into his mouth. Theportions might be smaller than I'd like, but the flavors are all there.

"In Europe, these kinds of restaurants are everywhere. Apart from fast-food joints, the standard of food is way higher." Travis is scooping mussels from their shells as he speaks, grossing me out.

"I can believe that. What's Germany like?" Celine asks.

"Interesting. The culture is very different. The people are more reserved in some ways and freer in others, and the humor is drier."

Celine takes another sip of her wine. "Did you get to see a lot while you were there?"

"I did. The German people are proud of their culture and history. I enjoyed sightseeing. The beer and bratwurst were the best, though."

"That's a sausage, right?" Elias glugs down half his red wine without savoring the expensive flavor at all.

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