Page 83 of End Game

With them, there’s always another current in the room—something passing between the two of them that I’m allowed to stand on the edges of.

This?

Every look, every hand, every fucking breath is aimed at me.

And apparently that’s something my body is very fucking interested in.

I’m pretty sure I’m about to be manhandled, and I will thank them for it.

Griffin’s thumb grazes over my bottom lip. “She is a good girl, isn’t she?”

The lightness in Ronan’s touch as his fingers skate up my sides causes goosebumps to rise.

“So fucking good,” he answers as his breath brushes my neck.

I might actually die.

The way these men do not need to communicate with each other to act is the most surprising thing.

Griffin’s hands move to my breasts. He holds my eyes as he rolls my nipples.

Ronan’s mouth is on my neck and my shoulder as his hand slides down my ass and between my thighs, his fingers gliding through wetness before he slides them inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he muses against my skin.

I don’t know if he’s talking to me or to Griffin, but Griffin lets out a feral noise as his fingers join Ronan’s.

Griffin parts my folds and finds my clit with his middle finger easily. Then he moves in the ways he has learned to take me apart.

Oh. That’s fucking unfair.

The perfect pressure, the perfect rhythm.

His other hand keeps toying with my nipple while Ronan’s fingers move inside me from behind.

More goosebumps rise on my skin as Ronan’s hand travels up my side to my hair. He wraps it around his hand and pulls back, forcing my head back onto his shoulder.

I barely catch the exchanged glances between the men—the check-in—before Ronan uses his grip on my hair to turn my head, and his mouth is on mine.

The kiss is deep and hungry.

My hands had been resting on Griffin, but now they’re gripping him.

Fingers digging into his arms. I feel the flex with every movement against my clit, and somehow that increases the sensation between my thighs.

Then Griffin’s mouth is on my throat, and one of my hands travels to his hair. My fingers gripping and pulling in response to what he’s doing with his tongue and teeth.

The coil in my belly is tightening, and I know I’m flexing and grinding and chasing my orgasm.

Ronan breaks the kiss and meets my eyes. “You gonna come for us, sweetheart?”

Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes me, and he smiles.

“Show me,” he orders, his words low.

The fire in his eyes is the last thing I see before I close mine shut as my body breaks between them.

Griffin’s mouth is on mine, kissing me and swallowing the sounds trying to escape me.