them beneath the faucet. Shiloh starts to reach for them, but I shake my head. “Let me.” Thought I expect her to argue, she holds perfectly still as I clean up the worst of it. Without some soap or makeup remover, I can’t fully get rid of the red staining her mouth and neck, but I’m good with that. I like seeing my mark on her, even one so temporary as this. My mouth is just as much a loss cause. No one looking at us will have any doubt about what we’ve been up to.
Good.
Except it doesn’t really feel like a plot coming together as we stare at each other. I wasn’t thinking about anything but making her come…and now I want to do it again as soon as humanly possible.
Patience. I can exhibit some patience. In theory.
So, instead, of kissing Shiloh again, I reach around her body and pull the door open. “Let’s go.”
I wasn’t thinking beyond getting into her pants after that second shot. I really wasn’t. But when we walk out of the bathroom, the first thing I see is Broderick fucking Paine standing at the bar. His gaze swings to us, jumping from my mouth to Shiloh’s and then to her neck. The control in his expression flickers, and the true fury he directs my way makes my pussy clench.
“Oh fuck,” Shiloh whispers.
Chapter 6
Broderick
I’m going to kill her.
I still can barely believe my eyes, but the signs don’t lie. That’s Monroe’s lipstick on Shiloh’s mouth, hastily cleaned up. And her neck. Their clothes might not be out of place, but from their tangled hair and flushed skin, they were just fucking in the bathroom.
Jealousy, hot and scalding, nearly takes me out. Easier to focus on the anger. Easier to let rage flow through me than to examine the fact that I’m not entirely jealous of just Monroe. Did Shiloh take off Monroe’s ridiculous pants and eat her pussy? Did Monroe slip her hand into Shiloh’s jeans and finger her clit?
No. Damn it. No.
This is all Monroe. She’s pissed I’ve been avoiding her, so she decided to get my attention. To mess with Shiloh to get to me. I know Shiloh is capable and independent, but obviously Monroe’s pulled some particularly shady moves because they were obviously up close and personal just now. I will not go down this rabbit hole. Except, it’s too late, I’m already there and nothing makes sense, and I barely understand my own reactions to it.
Shiloh won’t look at me as they head in my direction, but Monroe puts a swing in her step. “Hello, husband.”
“I’m not your husband.”
“Well, I’m your Bride, so calling you Groom is a little stiff.” She flicks a glance at the front of my pants, where the fit is feeling a little tight right now. “Since when do you play chauffeur?”
“Since it was you two who needed the ride.” I tried to avoid it, but Maddox overrode my excuses. I glance at Shiloh. “Are you okay?” She seems okay, but if I misread this and Monroe held her down and smeared her lipstick all over Shiloh’s skin…
Fuck, I really don’t want to think about my reaction to that, either.
That gets her to look at me, but it takes me several long beats to recognize her expression. She’s…angry. She pulls her hair tie out and drags her hand through her hair. “Contrary to what some people think, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself—and making my own decisions.” She strides out of the bar without looking back.
Monroe’s throaty laugh has been haunting my dreams. Even so, the memory doesn’t come close to living up to reality. “Wow. You managed to stick your foot in your mouth within thirty seconds without any help from me. Impressive.”
“I just want her safe. That’s not a bad thing.” I don’t mean to say it, but of course she capitalizes on it the second I do.
She laughs again. “You really are a fool when it comes to her. It would be irritating if it weren’t so useful.”
I spin on her, backing her against the bar and planting my hands on either side of her body. As much as I hate to admit it, she looks good. The overwhelming desire to shred her clothes with my bare hands and bend her over the bar nearly takes my breath away. What the fuck is wrong with me? This woman is a poison in my blood, and now she’s expanding that to my