Page 451 of End Game

My thighs tighten.

Dex makes a pleased sound against me because apparently my body tattles.

Micah notices too. “That's it.” His voice goes lower. “Don't hold it back.”

My fingers clamp around his.

Something sharp and electric rolls through my abdomen.

Up my spine.

Across my skin.

Too many sensations stacking until they stop feeling separate.

Griffin's breath against my throat.

Dex between my legs.

Micah's praise sinking straight into whatever part of me answers him before I can think.

Ronan's steady hand.

Every one of them paying attention.

Not just touching me—knowing me.

My body pulls tight. “Fuck.”

Dex doesn't let up.

Micah's hand squeezes mine again.

Griffin's arm tightens.

And the orgasm crashes through me hard enough that my vision actually flashes white.

For one ridiculous second I laugh in the middle of it.

I can't help it.

Because this is absurd.

I am coming on our couch with a throw blanket bunched under one knee, probably crushing a decorative pillow Griffin's mother bought us, while four men who should absolutely not work together this well somehow do.

The laughter turns into a broken moan when another wave hits.

Griffin groans as I sag backward.

His mouth presses to my temple.

Micah strokes his thumb over my hand.

Ronan waits until my breathing starts to come back before asking softly, “Color?”

“Very fucking green.”

Dex resurfaces from my pussy looking like a cat that got into an unattended bowl of cream.