Page 264 of End Game

Dex immediately reaches for my shirt.

I pull his up at the same time.

We get tangled.

I laugh.

He swears.

Micah catches Dex by the back of the neck. “Slow the fuck down.”

Dex stills.

My thighs clench.

Micah turns to me. “You too.”

“What did I do?”

“You're making it worse.”

“I am innocent.”

Dex snorts.

Micah looks between us. “I can go sit in the living room.”

“No.” Again, Dex and I answer together.

Micah's mouth twitches. “Then behave.”

“That seems unnecessarily restrictive,” Dex says.

Micah kisses him.

That shuts him up.

For a while.

And fuck, watching Micah kiss Dex never gets old.

Dex melts into it, hands going to Micah's waist before Micah catches one and puts it exactly where he wants it.

Quiet control.

No performance.

Just that subtle shift where Dex stops deciding what happens next.

Micah breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Come here.”

I do.

His fingers close lightly around my jaw.

The kiss is slower than Dex's.

Filthier somehow because he doesn't rush it.