Page 375 of End Game

I moan into his mouth.

Ronan's hand moves over my breast.

Griffin settles on the other side of me.

There is nothing symmetrical about it.

Nothing planned.

It works anyway.

There is kissing and touching and a lot of not knowing whose hands are where.

But it is so fucking hot.

And I am so fucking turned on.

At some point Ronan ends up behind me, and I am kneeling between his spread thighs.

Micah in front of me, absolutely devastating my needy nipples.

And Griffin standing by the bed, my hair in his hand, kissing me senseless.

Suddenly, Ronan shifts behind me and catches my hips. “Come here.”

I know that voice.

My body knows it before my brain does.

He draws me back against him, until my back settles to his chest and my legs fall on either side of his on the edge of the bed.

I feel his hard cock under me, and my breath catches.

Micah and Griffin are both standing in front of me. Just watching as Ronan plays with me.

His mouth on my neck—one hand toys with my nipples, and the other plays with my clit.

And because my back is to him, he has me in a position where neither of us has to worry about me touching him too much.

Some unspoken exchange takes place between Ronan and Micah, and suddenly a lube bottle is being passed to Ronan.

I open my mouth to ask questions, but then Ronan lifts me off his lap slightly by cupping my pussy, and I gasp.

It’s a different kind of pressure, but I like it.

He holds me there for a few seconds, while I feel his lubricated fingers glide over my ass, and rim me quickly before dipping inside me.

My body doesn’t know which sensation is better—the pressure on my clit and pussy or the fingers exploring that forbidden place.

I feel him lift me a little more and his cock line up against my ass.

Ronan’s mouth brushes my shoulder. “Still green?”

“Yes.” The answer comes fast.

My pulse is suddenly everywhere.

In my throat.