Page 461 of End Game

Actually cheers, like Cami just scored the winning touchdown.

“Shut up,” she manages.

“No.”

Ronan reaches over and clamps one hand over Dex's mouth.

“Better?”

Cami is still catching her breath, but she laughs.

“Yes.”

Dex bites Ronan's hand.

Ronan jerks it away. “Animal.”

“Correct.”

That does me in.

Not the biting.

Cami is still laughing when she turns in my arms and kisses me.

Her body is soft from the orgasm, but her mouth isn't. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, and every bit of heat I've been carrying around for the last hour seems to gather low at once.

I don't really track the room after that.

I track her.

The smell of her skin.

The way her thighs shift around me as my cock sinks into her pussy when she drops slowly onto it.

The soft sound she makes into my mouth when I finally lose whatever control I still had.

I finally come hard enough that my muscles lock around it, and I bury my face against her neck because for several seconds breathing becomes a secondary concern.

Her hand goes into my hair.

She holds me there.

My wife.

The words hit with the same primitive force they always have.

Ronan is only a few feet away. Micah is still touching Dex. Other hands have been on Cami all night.

None of it weakens those words.

If anything, they feel more certain now.

Because my wife was never supposed to mean I owned every piece of her.

It means I know exactly which part is ours.

When I finally lift my head, Cami kisses my temple. “You good?”