Page 14 of Huge Games

"I still am. I got tested, too, in case Eddie passed me something nasty. I'm all good."

"I'm good, too." I don't elaborate that she's the only girl I've ever gone bareback with.

I let my thumb play with the short curls between her thighs, and she moans enough to make my cock thicken. She shifts like she's already hungry for more. Like last time, we're a match just waiting to ignite. "I know you wanted a change," I find myself saying as I focus on a lock of her hair between my thumb and forefinger. "But you looked good before, Celine. Don't be afraid to go back."

Her throat clicks when she swallows, focusing on the wall I've covered with posters of my favorite footballers and some bikini-clad women. She doesn't answer, butwhen her hand snakes around my cock, making it hard all over again, and she shifts until she takes it into her mouth, I forget everything I was thinking in an instant.

5

CELINE

Dornan arrives at my door at seven pm, dressed smartly in a light blue button-down shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown leather boots. His hair, which is usually floppy, is styled more formally and pushed back from his rugged face. He smells good, too, like a forest during a thunderstorm.

The way his expression changes when he sees me is hilarious. "What did you do to your hair?"

"I'm a new me." I twirl in my dark green dress, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

"Wow. You look good. It's just a shock."

"Yeah. You're kind of having the same reaction as Elias, except he did a better job of covering it up."

Dornan holds out his hands with the palms facing forward. "I'm sorry. You look good…I just wasn't expecting it."

"Yeah. Elias was happy the carpet didn't match the drapes."

It takes Dornan a couple of seconds to work out what I mean, and when he does, his eyes drop to my crotch before he forces them back up. The splash of colorbeneath both of his eyes is so cute. "Did you have a good time?" He raises his right hand before I can answer. "You know what? Probably best you don't answer that."

"We had a good time." I rest my hand on Dornan's upper arm, appreciating the firmness. I can't resist giving it a little squeeze. "And I'm sure we're going to have a good time tonight, too."

Wow. That came out stronger than I intended, and Dornan seems slightly winded by the idea that we might share more than just cocktails. I get why. We're buddies. We don't share bodily fluids, or at least, we didn't until I kissed him the other night. It was a frivolous thing that I did while I was drunk, but it stirred something inside me that I haven't been able to forget.

Fake dating is weird. Three men have offered to help me exact my revenge against Eddie, but none of these dates will be the same. I know Elias best physically, Dornan best emotionally, and Travis hardly at all.

Dornan is staring, so I jangle my keys to jolt him out of the daze that mentioning possible sex has put him in. Jeez. Dudes can be weird about women being sexually confident. It's like they want us to cover our faces with a veil and lower our eyelashes while coyly staring at the floor. Those days are long gone, and I won't apologize for going for what I want when I want it. I spent too much time doing what Eddie wanted. I’m not going back there again, ever.

"Let's go." I follow Dornan, jumping into his old but very shiny, silver car. Fastening my belt, I watch him gently shut my door and attempt to fold himself into the driver's seat. Seriously, the dude is massive, and this car isn't sized for a football player's bulk.

"You sure you don't want to trade this in for an SUV?"

"I love this car."

He cranks it into drive, and we head to the same barElias and I went to last night. It’s probably weird to go to the same bar two nights in a row with two different men, but it's the most popular place to be, which means I have a greater chance of seeing people who know Eddie.

"What do Gab and Ellie think about this fake dating scheme?" Dornan asks.

I turn to face his profile, taking in his strong, bristly jaw and straight nose. He holds the steering wheel with just one powerful arm, and I enjoy his relaxed control. I don’t need to second guess anything when I’m with Dornan. It’s comfortable and I can relax because I trust him to handle everything and take care of me. "I haven't told them about it," I admit.

His blond brows shoot up. "Are you serious? You guys tell each other everything."

"I haven't seen them." The truth is that I know they’ll be disapproving, not in an unkind way but because they’ll worry about me and the effect these dates might have on our group dynamics. It’s easier to avoid conversations than deal with the possible fall out.

He cuts me a glance. "You know, there are these things called phones, and all you have to do is push a few buttons, and suddenly you get to talk to your friends?"

"Funny." I play with the handle of my purse, flexing the soft leather. "I've cried on their shoulders too much recently. I think they need a break from The Life and Dramas of Celine Lauder."

"No true friend needs a break from their buddy's life. That's not how friendship works. We carry each other through the hard times. No questions asked."

I rest my hand on his huge thigh and squeeze it. "You're a good friend, Dornan. You always go over and above."

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