Page 82 of End Game

Cami laughs breathlessly, and the sound vibrates through all three of us.

My hands stay on her—one at her jaw and the other at her waist—while my body presses into hers.

Ronan’s hands start to roam. Down her arms, then to her sides, and back up the ladder of her ribs, grazing her breasts.

His eyes meet mine again.

There is a challenge there.

Not over her. Not you versus me. More like… You wanted to play, let’s play.

Ronan leans closer to her ear. “Griffin thinks he knows what you need.”

Her breathing changes slightly.

I tighten my hand at her jaw.

“He usually does,” she manages to breathe out.

That makes me smile. “Usually?”

Ronan laughs.

Cami takes a deep breath. “Oh, fuck you both.”

I laugh against her cheek.

Ronan’s voice is still low as his mouth drops to her ear. “That is, quite literally, the plan.”

Chapter twelve

Flanked

Cami

I am in so much fucking trouble.

Maybe I didn’t fully think this through.

Maybe I drastically underestimated what the two of them would be like together.

Maybe I’m about to die happy and naked in my own bedroom.

I barely have time to process Ronan’s words before Griffin is kissing me again. His thumb strokes along my neck, while his fingers dig into my waist.

Ronan moves my hair off my neck opposite Griffin’s fingers, as his mouth finds that sensitive spot on my neck and I whimper.

I feel them both smile against my skin.

Without saying anything to each other, suddenly they’re both stripping me.

Griffin’s hand slips under my shirt, pulling it up. He moves his hand off my throat, and Ronan leans back long enough to let him pull it over my head. But Ronan’s hands are in the waistband of my leggings too and pulling them down.

I step out of them and as Ronan’s hands trail back up my legs, he praises, “Good girl.”

My knees wobble.

This is nothing like Micah and Dex.