Page 692 of End Game

Ronan inclines his head. “Granted.”

I point at Griffin. “Who are you?”

“Shut up.”

He reaches for Cami.

And damn.

Okay.

The kiss starts like Griffin.

His hand cups the back of her neck, careful and familiar, but within about five seconds the careful part is mostly gone.

Cami melts into him.

He pulls her closer.

Her hands disappear into his hair.

I watch because I have eyes and also because the noises she makes into his mouth are actively trying to kill me.

Halfway through, Griffin pulls back enough to drag her sweater over her head.

She has a black lace bra underneath.

My cock jumps… again.

Micah exhales beside me.

Then Griffin kisses her again.

Ronan calls time.

Griffin stops.

Immediately.

Not happily.

But immediately.

Cami is breathing hard.

Her mouth is swollen.

Griffin looks like he wants to eat the table.

I whistle.

He gives me a look. “Your turn.”

Oh.

Right.

Fuck yes.