Page 452 of End Game

Hair destroyed.

Mouth wet.

Entirely too pleased with himself. “Was that good?”

I lift one leg and nudge his shoulder. “Shut up.”

His grin widens, and he opens his mouth to say something else.

Micah reaches down and catches him at the back of the neck. “You heard her.”

The change in Dex is immediate.

His eyes lift to Micah's.

His body stills.

Micah's thumb brushes slowly along his jaw. “Come here.”

Dex obeys.

No jokes.

No exaggerated yes, Sir.

He simply climbs higher on the couch and lets Micah pull him into a kiss.

I stop breathing normally again.

There is something deeply intimate about watching Dex surrender the urge to fill every second.

Micah kisses him slowly enough that Dex has nowhere to rush.

One hand stays at his neck.

The other settles against his ribs.

Dex melts into him.

Then Ronan's hand lands on Dex's shoulder.

Dex turns his head toward him too.

Hungry.

Open.

Ready for whatever comes from either man.

And suddenly I am not the center of anything.

Thank God.

Because watching them might be even hotter.

Beside me, Griffin breathes, “Fuck.”

I smile without taking my eyes off the other men. “You okay?”