Page 448 of End Game

I lean over and kiss Micah.

Griffin's palm travels slowly across my stomach, spreading warmth everywhere it touches.

Ronan leans down and kisses Dex.

Dex laughs into his mouth.

The sound dies almost instantly when Ronan kisses him again.

Harder.

I stop moving.

Holy shit.

I've watched Ronan take Dex apart in smaller ways.

I know what exists between them.

It still does something strange and hot to me to see Dex—our loudest, most impossible, most relentlessly moving person—go quiet beneath Ronan's attention.

Griffin sees it too.

His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly against my hip.

I turn my head enough to look at him.

His eyes are fixed on Ronan and Dex.

His breathing is heavier.

“You okay?”

His gaze moves to me. “Yeah.”

No qualifying explanation.

No joke.

He's turned on.

And something about knowing that makes warmth spread through my chest underneath everything happening between my thighs.

I kiss him.

His mouth is hungry immediately.

Familiar in a way that makes my body soften even while the rest of the room keeps my pulse racing.

Micah's hand lands on my shoulder from behind.

Dex's fingertips brush my thigh.

Ronan moves.

Somebody's knee catches mine.

There are too many bodies and not enough couch, and for one strange, dizzying second I can't identify whose hand is where.