Page 87 of End Game

My legs begin to tire, my movements slowing.

“You need some help, baby?” Griffin asks quietly.

A soft sound leaves me before I nod and say, “Please.”

The arm around my waist moves as his hand travels down to my clit.

Those fingers work with precision.

The sensations of both of Ronan’s hands, his cock, and Griffin’s fingers all working together are overwhelming and fucking perfect.

My thighs start to shake harder, and Ronan begins to fuck me from below.

As my body begins to ripple with the imminent climax, Griffin lets my nipple go, and trails further up.

His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me flush against his chest, and my head fully back on his shoulder.

Somehow, he manages to not change the rhythm of his fingers between my thighs.

Then those fingers around my throat squeeze. My head begins to swim, but it pushes my concentration to the rest of the sensations.

He squeezes harder as my body convulses and falls over the edge.

When my body stills, he loosens his fingers, and I gasp air in.

“Still green?” he whispers against my ear.

“Still green,” I direct my answer to both men.

Griffin pulls me up again, lifting me off Ronan. My feet hit the floor, and he turns me to face him.

An arm stays around me as he registers my shaky legs, but then he kisses me deeply before moving us until he is on his back and I’m straddling him instead of Ronan.

“You ready to take both of us, baby?” he asks with absolute sincerity as his thumb grazes my bottom lip.

“Are you?” I challenge back.

“Are you still worried about me?”

“Not really,” I answer honestly.

Then I reach down between us to guide him into me.

Fuck, I can tell I am so swollen already, but it’s in all the best ways.

My movements pause as I find something unfamiliar—it takes me a second to realize it’s a cock ring.

I look down, running my thumb over it.

Griffin doesn’t say anything, but his hand joins mine, and he holds down the button that turns on the small vibrator.

Holy fuck.

My husband came prepared.

Who the fuck is this man?

He catches whatever is happening on my face and grins. “I’m not going to pierce it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play.”