Page 376 of End Game

Behind my knees.

Between my thighs.

The first deep pressure sends a bright streak through me—like every nerve in my body just noticed the same thing at once.

I gasp.

Ronan's arm tightens around my waist. “Easy.”

His voice is right beside my ear, low and steady while my body adjusts.

For a second, I close my eyes and breathe.

There is something almost electrical about it.

A spreading current rather than one concentrated sensation, rolling outward through my hips and lower belly until even my fingertips seem too awake.

“Okay?” he asks.

“So fucking okay.”

His quiet laugh moves against my skin. “Good.”

When I open my eyes again, Griffin and Micah are both still watching us.

And I know what I assume comes next.

One of them.

Then maybe the other.

Or maybe one of them wants to fuck my mouth.

Different combinations.

Apparently Griffin has other ideas.

He looks at Micah.

Then me.

“What if it was both of us?”

For several seconds, nobody says anything.

I am pretty sure my brain simply stops.

Micah's eyebrows rise.

Ronan goes completely still behind me.

I stare at Griffin. “Both?”

His mouth twitches. “That was the proposal.”

Heat flashes over my entire body so fast it almost makes me dizzy.

I had imagined all of us eventually.