Page 792 of End Game

Her nails bite into my fingers.

“Griff—”

“I know, let it go, baby girl. We’ve got you.”

Another wave reaches her.

She comes again.

This one seems to surprise her more than the last.

Her face twists, eyes squeezed closed.

I want my hands on her so badly my shoulders strain against the restraints.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes open.

There she is.

“You're doing so fucking good.”

“I can't—”

“You already are.”

Not you have to.

She knows me well enough to hear the difference.

Her hips try to chase the sensation despite how little movement she has.

That tiny shift around my cock nearly ends me.

I shut my eyes for one second.

“Nope.”

Cami laughs breathlessly.

“Already?”

“Shut up.”

Behind her, Micah's breathing changes.

Ronan catches it before I do. “Fuck, Micah, come.”

Micah does.

His whole body locks behind Dex.

Dex makes a rough sound.

The reaction carries forward hard enough that Cami gasps and drops her forehead fully against me.

For several seconds, nobody moves much.