Page 457 of End Game

There is something almost overwhelming about the picture, but not because it's especially complicated.

It's because I know them now.

I know the gleam in Dex's eyes means he's approximately thirty seconds away from deliberately provoking someone.

I know the way Micah's hand rests at Cami's waist is different from the way I hold her there. His fingers are loose, but his attention isn't. He's watching every change in her breathing.

I know Ronan's hand moving through Micah's hair isn't casual contact. Ronan doesn't really do casual touch. Every time his fingers move, Micah subtly leans into it.

And Cami… I know every fucking version of her.

The way she inhales when anticipation hits before pleasure does.

The tiny shift of her hips when she wants more but hasn't decided whether to ask.

The way the back of her neck flushes.

The exact second her focus starts turning inward.

She lets go of Dex with her mouth and starts stroking him with her hand.

Micah's hand tightens slightly around her waist.

Cami inhales.

I know that sound.

So does he.

He leans closer until his mouth brushes her shoulder. “Good?”

“Yes.”

His lips move over her skin again. “That's my princess.”

Cami's entire body reacts.

Her back arches just enough to be visible. Her thighs tighten, and a small sound catches somewhere in her throat before she can contain it.

Heat punches through me so hard that I have to breathe through it.

I've watched Micah get commanding with her before. This isn't new anymore.

It still does something fucking primitive to me.

Not because he has his hands on my wife.

Because he knows what she sounds like when she needs praise.

Because she trusts him enough to let him see her reaction.

Because I get to watch another person I trust know exactly how to make someone I love feel good.

There was a time I would've thought that should make me furious.

Instead, my cock gets impossibly harder.

Apparently personal growth occasionally comes with benefits.