Page 381 of End Game

Griffin's eyes stay on my face.

Micah's voice goes lower.

Ronan kisses my neck.

And then the whole thing crests.

I feel the orgasm everywhere.

My body pulls tight around the sensation before breaking open beneath it.

I cry out.

Someone curses.

Micah tells me how good I'm doing.

Griffin holds my thighs steady.

Ronan's voice stays at my ear through the entire thing, anchoring me while wave after wave rolls through my body.

By the time I can breathe again, I feel boneless.

And they're all still here.

Still touching.

Still checking.

Still wanting.

I laugh weakly. “Holy shit.”

Griffin's mouth curves. “That seems like a positive review.”

“Fuck you.”

“Also positive.”

Micah laughs.

Even Ronan does.

The intensity loosens just enough that we can breathe again.

But we're not done.

Not remotely.

The shape changes again after that.

It all feels instinctive.

Eventually, I end up on the floor.

On my knees.

Between Griffin and Micah.