Page 269 of End Game

“Tell me.”

“Fuck, Dex—yes.”

He kisses me.

Micah drives into him harder.

Dex's fingers move faster.

The orgasm hits hard enough that I lose the rhythm of my own breathing.

I come around him, shaking, nails digging into his back.

Dex makes a broken sound. “Fuck. Cami—”

Micah doesn't let him stop. “Not yet.”

Dex's eyes squeeze shut. “Oh, fuck you.”

“You can take it.”

That destroys him.

I watch it happen.

Dex's whole face goes slack with pleasure before he groans against my throat. “Micah.”

“I know.”

“Fuck, I'm gonna—”

“Come.”

Dex does.

Hard.

He buries his face further into my neck as he comes inside me, body shuddering between us.

Micah follows shortly after, his hand gripping Dex's hip hard enough that I know there will probably be marks tomorrow.

For a while, none of us move.

Then Dex says into my shoulder, “I no longer have nervous energy.”

I start laughing.

Micah pulls out carefully. “That was the goal.”

“Highly effective treatment.”

“Evidence-based,” I add.

Micah lies down beside us.

Dex collapses half on top of me.

“Ow.”