Page 214 of End Game

“You with me?”

I nod.

Ronan's fingers tighten lightly around my cock. “Words, Micah.”

“I’m here.”

“Good. Any dizziness?”

“No.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes.” The answer comes easily.

That's apparently what he needed.

His shoulders loosen slightly.

Then he kisses me.

The kiss lands differently now.

Slower.

Deeper.

I feel it… everywhere.

My restrained hands come up awkwardly between us, and Ronan takes them gently and presses them back toward my chest.

Something in my stomach drops.

That is the moment it happens.

Not all at once.

Nothing dramatic.

Just a soft internal shift where holding myself together stops feeling necessary.

I don't have to decide what comes next.

I don't have to watch him for signs he's uncomfortable because he's telling me what he wants.

I don't have to make sure anybody else is okay.

I don't have to lead.

Ronan has it.

Ronan has me.

My whole body goes warm.

Heavy.

The room gets even quieter.