Page 90 of End Game

I want to give them both a show—so I do. Tongue, mouth, hand, eyes, all of it.

When I know he’s close to coming, I start playing with his balls and put pressure on his p-spot behind them while I fuck him hard with my mouth and my other hand.

Curses slip from him as he gets close.

Then he finally grunts, “Fuck, Cami, I’m coming.”

As he starts to pulse, I still for a moment and then, when most of it is over, I pull him deep into my mouth and swallow a few times, sucking the remnants off him.

Finally, I let him fall from my lips, and I look up at him and smile.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he says, his eyes filled with adoration and heat.

“She is,” Ronan agrees, stroking my hair.

Then, humor coloring his voice, he asks, “Both of you still green?”

Griffin verbalizes the yes—I nod as I look up at Ronan. “You?”

“Yes, Cameron, I’m good, and green.” There’s a slight pause before he adds, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

They both help me up, but Griffin lets Ronan lead me to the bathroom. Before today, that might have surprised me.

Once we’re in the bathroom, he has me sit on the edge of the tub while he gets a towel wet.

When he comes back to me, he asks me if I want to clean myself up, or if he should do it.

“You can do it,” I say with a smile, and he pulls me to a stand. Then I find his eyes. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how you expected that to go.”

“Honestly, sweetheart, I didn’t have expectations. I knew I needed to stay flexible. I was prepared for this to end before it started—or halfway through. So yes, I’d call this a pretty acceptable outcome.”

“Acceptable?” I counter in mock offense.

“Better than acceptable,” he responds. “But tell me, Cameron… Was that show at the end for Griffin’s benefit or mine?”

“Both,” I answer honestly with a smile.

“Griffin’s confidence did surprise me, but I think it was better than one of the alternatives where I would have guided everything,” he admits, “at least when it’s just the two of us.”

Nodding as he turns to me, I confess, “It is different than Micah and Dex, the two of you. Like… a lot different.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Neither. It’s just different.”

As we get ready to go back out to my bedroom, he pulls me close and kisses my temple.

“I’m going to leave you with your husband now,” he explains with a smile. “But you know where to find me.”

“Okay,” I reply and then kiss his lips softly.

Griffin has his boxers back on when we open the door. He also has a pile of Ronan’s clothes and then new, comfortable clothes for me lying on the bed.

As soon as my clothes are on, he hands me a juice box with a smile.

“She’ll probably need more than that in about an hour,” Ronan observes.

Griffin glares at him for a second before smiling. “I am aware.”