Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Shiloh

Making that promise to Monroe seemed like the simplest thing in the world. Of course I don’t desire Broderick. That would be ridiculous…

I’m a fucking liar.

He’s my friend. My best friend. Nothing is worth endangering that relationship, not even my own lust. Especially now that it looks like we might be on the path to mending what we’ve spent breaking since arriving in Sabine Valley. It doesn’t matter that what’s between us could be more than lust. I wasn’t willing to risk making a move even before he took Monroe as his Bride. Now? Now, things are infinitely more complicated.

But, as I lay on the uncomfortable couch and listen to them shift on the bed, I have to admit that I’ve made a gross miscalculation. Especially when Monroe gives that throaty laugh, the one I like so much.

Despite my best efforts, I can’t help turning onto my side to face the bed. The moonlight from the narrow window seems designed specifically to highlight the mattress…the people on the mattress. Monroe murmurs something, too low for me to hear, and Broderick responds at the same volume. What are they talking about? He doesn’t sound happy, but his curse turns into a groan as the sheets shift, and I catch sight of a distinctive motion. She’s…jacking him. Another murmured exchange and Monroe slips beneath the sheets. I watch her form move, watch her settle between his thighs.

Holy shit, she wasn’t kidding about that promise.

Still, I don’t know if it’s desire I’m feeling right now. It’s too hot, too painful. It’s a whole lot like jealousy. I don’t even know who I’m jealous of. Monroe, currently sucking Broderick’s cock and making his body tense as he tries to keep quiet? Broderick, for having Monroe’s clever mouth bringing him pleasure?

Both.

The answer is both.

Fuck.

I shift. My leggings and shirt feel too tight on my body, for all that they were both more than comfortable a few minutes ago. I should turn away, should put my pillow over my head, should do anything but watch avidly as Monroe seduces Broderick.

She emerges from the sheets, climbing up his body to take his mouth. If Broderick was simply allowing her to do her worst before, he’s actively encouraging her now. He sinks his big hands into her hair, and he kisses her hard and furious.

My breath catches as he drags his hands down her back to her hips, jerking her forward a few inches. The slightest hesitation, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s working his cock into her pussy.

Desire hits me hard enough to make my head spin. The feeling only gets worse as Monroe sits up, sending the sheet pooling around her hips. She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes me shake. Her body is lean, her breasts high and perfect. Her ass is so goddamned bitable. Especially when she rolls her hips like that.

I don’t stop to think. I hold my breath as I lift my hips and slide off my leggings and panties. I have a promise to keep. That’s all. That’s the only reason I’m practically panting with need as I delve my hand between my thighs and stroke my pussy. I’m soaked, but that’s no surprise. I might be able to lie with my words, but not with my body.

With every roll of Monroe’s hips, the sheet slides a little farther down, revealing the full curve of her ass, the tops of Broderick’s tense thighs. I can almost almost see his cock enter her in the shadows between them. There’s not enough light, and I curse that fact even as I’m grateful for the privacy those same shadows provide me.

I press one finger and then two into me. It feels good, but not as good as someone else’s would. Not as good as her tongue. As his cock.

Monroe plants her hands on his chest and slows down. Teasing him. Teasing me. I could curse her if I had the breath for it. All I have is need, though. I spread my wetness up to my clit, matching her strokes. It feels so fucking good. An exquisite torment I both love and hate.

This is one hell of a seduction.

Broderick curses and grabs her waist. One moment Monroe is riding his cock, and the next he rolls them. He arches back and loops her legs over his arms, spreading her legs wide as he drives into her. The angle is wrong to see her the way I want to, leaving me to focus on how the muscles in his back and ass flex with each thrust.

How rough the thrusts are.

He’s fucking her like he’s mad at her, like he knows exactly how much she can take and he’s going to push her to that line.

He’s never touched me with anything but gentleness.

It’s all too easy to insert myself in her place in my mind. To put myself between them. My exhale comes out almost as a moan, and I pick up my pace, once again matching their fucking. Broderick’s forgotten I’m here. I’m certain of it. Whatever Monroe whispered to him at the start of this drove him to distraction. There’s no way he’d do this if he remembered I was watching…

Unless he’s lying? Unless he sees me as more than a friend, too.

Monroe comes with a cry, arching up to take Broderick’s mouth as he keeps fucking her. He slows down the slightest bit, grinding into her in a way I can almost feel. Pleasure spirals through me, tighter and tighter. With it, unforgivable thoughts surge forth from the careful corral I’ve kept them in until now.

I want him to fuck me like that.

I want her riding my face the way she rode his cock.

I want it at the same time.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t mean to cry out. I really don’t. The sound just slips free as my body goes tight and hot.

I don’t realize there’s silence in the room until a few moments later. I open my eyes to find Broderick has shifted to the side. He brought Monroe with him, is still settled between her spread thighs. Is still…fucking her slowly.

But he’s watching me as he does.

I keep stroking myself, coaxing my pleasure back to a boil. Monroe locks her legs around Broderick’s hips and laughs. “Let us see, Shiloh. Turnabout is fair play, and we just gave you a show.”

Without thinking, I obey. I kick down the blankets. My shirt is bunched around my waist. But the moonlight doesn’t reach me the same way it does them.

“Come here.” This from Broderick. He hardly sounds like himself. He pulls out of Monroe and flips her onto her stomach, moving her roughly like he would a doll. She seems to love it, immediately lifting her hips so he can enter her from behind.

“You heard him.” She reaches out an impatient hand and slaps the mattress next to her head. “Come here, love.”

It feels like my body moves on its own, answering her siren call even as my mind is trying to catch up with this turn of events. If I think too hard, I’ll stop this, so I…don’t. I don’t want to stop. Not yet. Not with Broderick still fucking Monroe while he watches me. I can feel his gaze even if I can’t see his eyes properly in the darkness.

It’s the darkness that makes me bold. Makes me feel like another person entirely, one who can be wild and reckless without consequences. One who hooks the bottom of her shirt and tows it over her head to stand before these two people naked.

Monroe moans. “Good girl. Now get up here.”

I carefully climb onto the mattress, but I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go from here. Monroe decides for me. She hooks my thighs and drags me until my hips are even with her face. “Much better.” She laughs again. “She’s so wet, husband. She likes watching us fuck. I bet she’ll like joining us even more.”

Broderick reaches down and sinks his hand into Monroe’s hair, guiding her face to my pussy. “Make her come again, Bride.”

“Gladly,” she murmurs against my heated flesh. She presses my thighs wide, and then she’s dragging her tongue up my center. She flicks my clit and moans. “Just as sweet as I thought.” Monroe dips back down, and then her tongue is inside me, thrusting deep. I can’t keep my whimper inside. I don’t even try.

She lifts her head just as Broderick shifts his grip to her throat and pulls her up. He takes her mouth, and I freeze as understanding dawns. He’s tasting my pussy on her lips, her tongue. He lifts his head. “More.”

“It’s better directly from the source,” she murmurs. Her features are cast in shadow, but I can clearly see the sinful curve of her lips. “Don’t you want a taste, husband?” She wraps her fingers around the wrist of his free hand, and he allows her to guide his hand down…

Holy shit.

She presses two of his fingers into me. Two of Broderick’s fingers are inside me. I whimper, and he curses. But even if he’s letting Monroe do this, letting her guide us, letting her take the choice away, he still moves inside me, curling up to stroke his fingertips against my G-spot.

“Fuck.”

“Clever boy. You found it so quickly.” She leans down, and then her mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking as Broderick keeps up that devastating stroking inside me. As he keeps fucking her in short, slow thrusts as if he has all night and won’t be coming anytime soon.

I don’t mean to wrap my fists around Monroe’s hair, but I haven’t meant to do anything that’s happened tonight. My fingers lace with Broderick’s, both of us holding Monroe to my pussy. “Make me come,” I whisper. “Please.”

“We will, love. Just lie there, and let us make you feel good.” Her words are pure temptation, her tongue following through on it eagerly. Even as a voice inside me whispers that I’ll regret this, my body doesn’t care. It feels too good to stop.

Broderick wedges a third finger into me, the fit tight, but he’s showing no mercy. That’s fine. I don’t want any. I drag in a breath and then I’m coming, clamping down on his fingers hard enough to make him curse. He lets me ride his hand, Monroe’s mouth, for a several long beats before he slowly withdraws. He holds my gaze as he slides his fingers into his mouth, tasting me again. The fingers laced with mine in Monroe’s hair spasm. “Keep eating her out. Don’t stop until I do.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then Monroe’s tongue is inside me again, as if she wants to lick away every bit of my orgasm.

This feels like a fever dream. Surely I’ve fallen asleep on the couch and my mind has conjured up this sexy fantasy. Surely my best friend isn’t fucking his Bride as she goes down on me. Surely our fingers aren’t linked in her hair, guiding her where we want her.

The shadows give permission that I never would have taken otherwise. To lift my hips and rub myself against Monroe’s mouth. To simply feel instead of thinking so damn hard all the time.

I’ll regret this in the morning. But right now, beneath the light of the waning moon, the sun and reality have no hold. There is only the three of us in this bed and nothing else.

Broderick picks up his pace, fucking Monroe so hard that her face moves against me in time with his thrusts. Another orgasm surges inside me, driven by jealousy once again. I can feel his eyes on me, strong enough that it’s almost a touch, but it’s not me he’s fucking.

I can’t let it be me that he’s fucking.

Some things, you can’t take back.

I come with a cry. Monroe coaxes me through wave after wave, until each breath escapes on a sob and my body goes limp. Broderick doesn’t untangle his fingers from mine as he slides his free hand around Monroe’s hip. I don’t need to see the path clearly to know his destination. It’s there in how she jolts and then goes liquid. He’s stroking her clit.

He keeps up that punishing pace as she moans and starts shaking, doesn’t so much as miss a stroke until she comes with a cry that vibrates through my body. Only then does he release us both to grab Monroe’s hips and chase his own pleasure. I don’t know if I’m relieved or disappointed that he pulls out of her at the last moment and comes across her back in great spurts.

It’s only when we’re all lying there, breathing hard, that reality finally tears through the fantasy with vicious teeth and claws.

I have to get out of here.