Page 462 of End Game

I breathe out something that might be a laugh. “Ask me again in thirty seconds.”

Her smile presses against my jaw.

Ronan is last.

The man can apparently turn self-control into an endurance sport.

Dex notices before anybody else because there could be an earthquake and he would still maintain accurate situational awareness of who in the room hasn't gotten off yet.

He looks across the couch. “You planning to abstain for religious reasons?”

Ronan gives him the look. “No.”

“Then get over here.”

Micah laughs.

Cami points at Dex. “Bossy.”

“Learned from you.”

Ronan does move closer, but he’s still restrained.

Cami kisses him first.

Micah touches him.

Dex tries to participate in approximately everything at once until Ronan catches him by the back of the neck.

“Slow down.”

Dex grins. “Yes, Sir.”

I stay close to Cami, one hand resting at her waist while she leans toward Ronan.

I watch because I want to watch.

Touch her because I want to touch her.

And when Ronan's almost irritating level of composure finally starts to fracture under all that attention, I feel something in my chest settle.

Everyone is here, and everyone feels equal.

Not because we made a point to give everybody equal minutes.

Nobody is standing on the edge while the rest of us have sex.

Nobody is politely waiting for someone to remember them.

Nobody needs every interaction to include all five people equally in order to belong.

Watching Ronan fuck anyone besides Cami is new for me, but watching him fuck Dex… well, it changes the way I see our entire collage of personalities.

Cami clearly enjoys watching as Micah kisses Dex and keeps his face focused on him while Ronan fucks him hard.

At some point Dex comes again.

Breathlessly, he looks at me and says, “I told you the prostate is the cheat code.”