Page 450 of End Game

My head falls back against Griffin's shoulder, and his arm immediately wraps tighter around my waist.

Micah's fingers lace through mine.

Ronan holds my ankle as he looks down at Dex for a moment.

Then his eyes are back on me.

Always the face.

Always checking the person instead of getting lost in what the body is doing.

“Green,” I manage before he asks.

His thumb moves once over my ankle.

A quiet acknowledgment.

Dex is enthusiastic about everything.

Music.

Sex.

Breakfast.

Arguing.

Being praised.

Being threatened.

Apparently going down on me in the middle of our living room while three other men watch and touch me is no exception.

Pleasure begins low and concentrated, then spreads with every additional point of contact.

Griffin's mouth moves over my neck.

Micah's thumb strokes slowly over my knuckles.

Ronan's hand travels from my ankle to my shin, grounding more than teasing.

And Dex—

Fuck.

My hips twitch.

Griffin holds me steady without restraining me.

Just something solid to move against.

Micah leans closer.

His mouth brushes my ear. “You look fucking gorgeous like this.”

The words hit almost as hard as Dex's mouth.

Heat shoots through me.