Page 781 of End Game

Griffin bends over me from above until his face fills my vision. “You good?”

I laugh breathlessly. “Do I look not good?”

“You look beautiful, but well fucked.”

“That is not the same thing as good.”

“No.” His grin is slow. “It isn't.”

Ronan does something with his tongue that wipes every coherent thought out of my brain.

My hips jerk.

His forearm presses across them.

“Stay.”

I make an offended sound.

Dex laughs against my breast. “Dollface, you've been told.”

“Fuck all of you.”

Micah's mouth curves near my shoulder. “That is the plan.”

That thought does not help.

Griffin kisses me as the pressure builds.

There is no denying this one.

No clever voice trick.

Just Ronan's mouth, Micah and Dex's hands, Griffin's lips against mine, and enough overstimulation that my whole body feels like exposed wiring.

I come hard.

Then I barely get enough time to breathe before Ronan starts again.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Griffin laughs into my hair. “You asked for this.”

“I know.”

Ronan's fingers join his mouth.

“Fuck—I—fuck—I fucking know.”

I lose another orgasm somewhere between Dex biting lightly at my nipple and Micah telling me how fucking pretty I look spread out for them.

By the time Ronan finally lifts his head, I am breathing like I've run a marathon despite having personally contributed almost nothing to the physical workload.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Still green?”

“So green.”