Page 50 of End Game

Cami’s eyes narrow as she starts to turn pink again.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” I add.

Micah’s foot runs up my leg.

Higher this time.

His toes wiggle against the inside of my upper thigh.

Fuck.

I clear my throat.

Ronan looks between Micah and me and then pointedly at the table, like he can see through it.

Then he smiles.

Asshole.

“You’re up, Dex.”

“Oh, I’m painfully aware,” I answer.

Micah’s toes move again.

“What are you doing?” Ronan asks.

Trying not to ejaculate in my pants at the D&D table.

“Freeing Cami.”

“How?”

Micah’s foot moves higher.

I stare at him.

There is absolutely no way Ronan doesn’t know what he’s doing now.

Cami has gone suspiciously quiet next to Micah, too.

Griffin looks between all of us.

Then between just Micah and me, and down at the table, like he has X-ray vision too.

Then his eyebrows rise.

Oh.

He knows too, and he smiles.

“You could use those talented hands,” Griffin suggests.

My jaw drops, and Cami makes a high-pitched squeaking sound.

Micah’s foot presses even higher. He’s inches from my cock now.

Ronan slowly leans back in his chair.