Page 380 of End Game

Micah smiles. “There’s our girl.”

I hum some response.

“You like hearing you’re doing well?”

“Fuck.”

His thumb brushes my lower jaw. “That’s not an answer.”

Ronan's mouth finds the side of my neck. “Answer him.”

Assholes.

“Yes.”

Micah smiles. “Good girl.”

The words go through me like someone touched a live wire to my spine.

I shudder hard enough that Griffin swears.

Ronan tightens his arm around me.

Micah's eyes flare.

And suddenly my body doesn't feel like something I own individually.

In a terrifyingly intimate way.

Every reaction belongs to the room.

Every breath is noticed.

Every tremor has three different answers.

Griffin's hand closes around my thigh.

Micah praises me again.

Ronan murmurs against my ear.

And I stop trying to separate the sensations.

That's when everything changes.

The pleasure stops building in one place.

It spreads.

My thighs shake.

My stomach pulls tight.

Heat races up my chest.

Every movement becomes another bright pulse through an already overloaded nervous system.

“Fuck,” I gasp.