Page 71 of End Game

She knows me too fucking well.

“Are you doing this because you actually want to be there with us,” she asks, “or because you think being okay with it is something you need to prove, or you just think it will make me happy?”

I open my mouth.

Close it again.

Fuck.

“Cami, that’s not…”

She smiles. “You married me.”

“Under duress.”

A scoff leaves her. “You proposed.”

“A moment of poor judgment.”

We’re both smiling now.

She pulls me closer. “Think about it.”

So I do.

I think about the conversation with Ronan downstairs. I think about the times I’ve seen Cami respond to him. I think about touching her while he does.

I think about Ronan telling me what he wants me to do to her and me deciding whether I want to do it.

There’s uncertainty there.

I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t.

But underneath it is something much easier to identify.

I want it.

“I’m not trying to prove anything.”

Her eyes search mine.

“I think part of me probably was, at first.” That’s harder to admit. “When all of this started, I kept feeling like I was behind everyone else. Like I had to catch up and prove I could handle it.”

Her fingers move gently against my nape. “You don’t.”

“I know that now.” I smile at her. “If I wanted you all to myself tonight, I could tell you that.”

“Of course. Yes.”

“And you’d be okay with it?”

“Yes.”

I tease her a little, my mouth skimming her jaw and ear. “If I decided I never wanted to be in the room while Ronan or the others fucked you?”

“Then you never would be.” She says it with no hesitation.

That’s everything I need to know. “You want to know how I really feel about this?”