Page 7 of The Roommate Game

Ty kept his arm around Walker’s shoulders as he craned his neck. “No clue.”

“Me either,” Walker added. “This is a rowdier crowd than usual…with a lot of strangers. I hope you closed your bedroom doors.”

Walker was cute and feisty, too. He and Ty fit. They were opposites, but they complemented each other.

Ty was a beast on the ice, fierce and fucking feral at times. He was tall with brown hair, lots of muscle, and copious tats while Walker was a willowy redhead who’d made a career out of telling the rest of the world how cool Smithton was on his online show,What’s New, Smithton?

“You think they’re gonna steal from me?” I snickered at the idea, narrowing my eyes when they began to feel too heavy.

“No, I think they’re going to have sex in your bed.”

“No fuckin’ way.” I threw my head back and laughed. “Who would do that?”

Ty and Walker shared one of those knowing looks that always made me jealous. I’d never had that with anyone. I mean…I didn’t want that now, but it was cool. The funny thing was that they were a new couple. And though he didn’t say so, I had a feeling Walker’s appearance here tonight was a statement. They were official, and anyone who didn’t like it could fuck off.

No one cared. Not that I could tell, anyway.

Then again, I’d been a little out of it all night. I hoped my brain was okay ’cause damn, it was so foggy. Like my synapses weren’t firing properly. Alarming? I couldn’t tell. I’d had too much to drink for sure. And smoke. And I was tired. Bone tired,but I also knew it would take me hours to wind down enough to sleep.

Fuck, I was turning into a vampire. Probably not a great look for me. Black wasn’t my color unless I was wearing blue jeans, and blood was gross and?—

Walker waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you okay, Gus?”

“I…” I blinked and nodded.

“What’s up with him?” Brady popped into my periphery.

I liked this guy. Brady was a solid dude—a blond, blue-eyed boy-next-door cutie who tried hard to be good, ya know? He didn’t like ruffling feathers, and I respected that.

“He’s fucked up,” Ty reported. “And we’re not staying. Can you make sure Gus doesn’t do anything dumb?”

Brady sighed. “Why do I always end up playing babysitter? Regan can step up and…”

I squinted, catching every other word.

“…before Coach gets involved.”

“…he’s our captain. We have a responsibility to…”

“Gus needs…we know it…gotta do something.”

I wondered if they were talking about me. If so, I didn’t like the tone. Too negative.

I glided away like a ghost and headed for the stairs, passing the couple who had yet to come up for a breath of air. I left my beer on the landing next to the banister and moved down the hall toward Rafe’s room. The sound of sex in progress stopped me for a beat.

A low groan and a sucking noise.Shit.

Normally, I’d turn the other way, but Rafe was already pissed, and he’d come unfucking done if his bed was being used as a slam pad.

I peeked inside, and thankfully, the coast was clear. Just the usual neat stack of books on Rafe’s desk and the trophy he’d wonat the end of his season. The room was a colorful contrast to the basic leather sectional and the battered coffee table in the family room downstairs. A bright duvet, a multicolored striped rug, a pink beanbag chair, and a funky beaded lamp that cast a bluish light when in use.

I closed his door, stumbling over the threshold and bouncing into the bathroom across the hall. The hinges creaked, and the sexy sounds got louder.

Hey, I was only human and this was my house, and?—

Whoa!

A man was draped across the sink, jeans around his ankles as his lover kneeled on the floor and ate his ass. It was HOT. All caps.