Page 86 of End Game

“Color?”

“So green.”

He smiles. “You ready for us to fuck you?”

A surge of heat slides down my whole body.

Griffin inhales roughly.

Smiling, I nod. “So ready.”

There’s another one of those nonverbal exchanges between them before Griffin wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me off the bed completely.

Handled. I am absolutely being handled.

Ronan repositions himself so he is lying on the bed on his back, stroking himself slowly.

“You want to ride him?” Griffin asks quietly next to my ear.

I swallow and then manage to answer, “Yes, but only if you want me to.”

Griffin’s arm tightens around me. His breath catches against my ear before something dangerously close to a growl rumbles out of him.

Oh.

Apparently, handing my husband decision-making power is a fucking kink for both of us.

He proves his chiseled physique is far more than just something pretty to look at as he places me over the top of Ronan and arranges himself behind me without ever letting me go.

My eyes meet Ronan’s approving green ones as he lines himself up under me. Griffin loosens his grip slightly, allowing me to sink down.

Ronan bites at his bottom lip as his hands settle on my thighs.

“Can you ride him until you come?” Griffin asks, mouth near my ear, but I can tell from Ronan’s face that Griffin is looking at him.

“You are doing surprisingly well,” Ronan observes with a cocky grin.

I can hear the humor in Griffin’s voice when he replies, “You get some credit. You laid down the rules. I just figured out how to play the game.”

Ronan smiles as he thrusts up into me.

My head tips back on Griffin’s shoulder.

His hand travels up to toy with one of my nipples, and he adds to Ronan, “I told you I trusted you to lead—I never said I wasn’t taking notes.”

Ronan chuckles softly.

“Ride him,” Griffin orders in a rasp against my ear. “Move those hips, baby.”

And I do.

Sitting forward slightly, I steady myself with hands on Griffin’s arm around my waist rather than Ronan’s body and begin to roll my hips until his cock hits that perfect spot inside me.

Ronan’s hands travel further up my thighs, until his thumbs are brushing the outside of my pussy.

Griffin’s mouth is on the sensitive place on my neck, then my shoulder, then back to my neck and my ear, as his free hand still toys with my nipples.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, and part of me wants to beg him to fuck me there, to fill me completely, but I want him to do this his way.