Page 10 of Play the Game


Font Size:

This trip was the most audacious he’d ever been, though.

I took a large step back. “Are you trying to out yourself?”

“Would that be so bad?” he asked, his voice almost wistful.

I’d asked myself that same question a thousand times. Hell, maybe a million. But then, inevitably, I’d break out in a cold sweat.

It would besofucking bad.

“This isn’t just about you, Wyatt.”

“Everything’s about me, Seb. I thought you knew that by now.”

I shoved shaking hands deep into my pockets, knowing—acknowledging—that I couldn’t keep doing this.

I took another step back and then another.

Wyatt laughed and pitched forward, pulling Celine back into his arms.

“Your loss,” she said, sinking her fingers into the globes of his ass and grinding on him.

I shrugged half-heartedly. I should have felt bad. Or mad. I should have feltsomething.

But I was just done. Empty. Hollowed out.

And so goddamned tired of being their plaything.

“I’ll get my own room tonight,” I said, running my hand through my hair. It came away damp.

He stared at me for a beat. “You don’t?—”

“Sebastian!”

I barely registered my name being shouted when someone barreled into me from behind. Strong arms locked around my middle, and I staggered forward with anoof. Wyatt caught me and twisted me back around.

My mouth dropped open.

I knew this man.

He was broader than I remembered, his shoulders stretching the fitted black t-shirt until the seams strained. His dark blond hair was longer, swept back, and slightly tousled. Golden scruff shadowed his jaw.

An unwelcome jolt shot through me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at my former roommate, trying desperately to get my breathing under control.

“You know this guy?” Wyatt asked, his gaze bouncing between the big, muscled man and me.

“Wyatt Hastings, Taylor Morrison.”

My current lover scanned my former lover from head to toe with a look of genuine puzzlement. “Wait. The guy who broke your heart back in college?”

Unable to meet Taylor’s eyes, I nodded and Celine started to cackle.

CHAPTER 3

TAYLOR

My mouth fell open,and I stared at Sebastian, waiting for him to correct this asshole.