Page 779 of End Game

And then somehow—some fucking how—the coil in my belly tightens again.

I don't understand this.

I don't need to understand it.

I have spent enough time with Ronan to know that trying to analyze whatever my body is doing usually just makes it harder to do.

So I stop.

I listen.

I feel Griffin's hand in my hair.

I hear Dex breathing somewhere behind me.

Micah says something too low for me to understand.

Ronan comes closer. “Don't chase it.”

There it is.

My whole body shivers.

Griffin slows just enough that I can breathe around him.

Ronan crouches down so he’s right next to me.

“You know what happens when you stop trying.”

My eyes close.

“Let it happen.”

The orgasm rolls through me without anyone touching between my thighs.

Again.

Not as violent as either one in the suspension, but deep enough that my knees spread against the mat and a broken sound catches around Griffin's cock.

He pulls out immediately.

“Fuck.”

I breathe hard, forehead dropping against his thigh.

His hand strokes my hair instead of gripping it now.

“That was fucking hot.”

I laugh weakly. “I'm becoming concerned Ronan has accidentally Pavloved my pussy.”

Dex loses it.

Micah actually bends forward laughing.

Even Ronan's control cracks enough that he covers his mouth with one hand.

“I don't think that's how Pavlovian conditioning works,” he says.