Page 72 of End Game

“I do.”

Taking her hand from the back of my neck, I guide it down between our bodies and press her palm to my very hard, very willing cock.

She gasps, and her eyes widen for a second.

“Cami, I want this,” I confess, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “I want to see you with him.”

Saying it out loud does something unexpected to my body—and hers.

Her eyes darken.

“And I want to touch you while he’s touching you.”

Her lips part.

“I want to know what it feels like to be there instead of imagining it.” I pause and look into her eyes. “And if I find out reality is different in a bad way…”

“We stop.”

I smile. “You and Ronan really are spending too much time together.”

“Probably.” She returns the smile.

“I do need to know that you want this,” I tell her. “Not just me there because you love me. Not because you think I need it.”

Her eyebrows pull together in a silent question.

“You wanting Ronan and me separately isn’t automatically the same thing as wanting us together,” I clarify.

She doesn’t answer right away.

Which is good—I want her to think about it.

Her hands slide up my chest, fingertips settling at the nape of my neck again.

Eventually, she says, “I want you both.”

Something in my chest loosens a fraction.

But she keeps going. “I want to know what it feels like when neither one of you has to step away.”

Fuck.

I stare at her.

There are probably a dozen reasonable things I could say to that, but a somewhat wicked smile crosses my face.

“There’s one other thing.”

“Okay.”

“Ronan said if you’re submissive to him, he’ll probably direct some of what happens.”

Pink immediately starts creeping into her cheeks.

Interesting.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”