Page 268 of End Game

“No.”

“Then quit bitching.”

Holy shit.

Dex actually shudders.

I stare at Micah. “That was hot.”

“I know.”

Dex lifts his head. “You two discussing my suffering like I'm not here is deeply disrespectful.”

“You're not suffering,” I tell him.

Micah thrusts.

Dex moans.

“Evidence supports my position,” I say and start laughing again.

Dex kisses me hard enough to shut me up.

It doesn't stay funny for long.

Not because anything changes emotionally.

Because eventually there is too much sensation for jokes.

Micah's hand stays firm around Dex's hip, controlling the motion.

Dex fucks me with every thrust Micah gives him.

I'm trapped underneath all of it in the best possible way.

“I'm close,” I gasp.

Dex's eyes are glassy. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Come on my cock.”

Well.

Fuck.

Micah's voice comes low behind him. “Fucking make her.”

Dex groans.

His hand slides between us.

Two fingers find my clit.

“Like that?”

“Yes.”