Page 784 of End Game

No hesitation.

Cami steps between us and takes the ring from my hand.

“This part is mine,” she says.

“That was also the plan.”

“I'm aware.”

Her fingers brush over me while she puts it in place, and whatever dry comment I was about to make dies somewhere behind my teeth.

Fuck.

She looks up immediately.

“You good?”

“Very.”

The vibration starts low.

My entire body reacts before I can stop it.

Cami smiles.

Apparently my cock being “contained” does not actually make the situation less vulnerable.

It does, however, make it considerably hotter.

“Still good?” she asks.

I catch the back of her neck and kiss her.

That should answer the question.

When I lie back on the table, the padding is cooler than my skin. My pulse feels weirdly loud in my ears while Micah moves to one side and Ronan to the other.

Neither of them makes a big production out of this.

That helps too.

Micah takes my wrist and asks before he moves it. Ronan does the same at my leg. There is no assumption that because I agreed to the overall plan, every individual position is automatically fine.

I knew that would be the case.

Knowing and feeling it are different things.

When the first restraint closes around my wrist, my forearm tightens instinctively. The pressure is firm, unmistakable, and my body immediately tests it with one small pull before my brain catches up.

It holds.

Micah feels the movement.

His eyes lift to mine.

“You good?”

“Yeah.”