Broderick (Sabine Valley #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,18

voice like I’m the one out of line. Are you and your Bride in a monogamous relationship?”

I clench my jaw. “That’s not the point. I’m only trying—”

“I asked you a question, Broderick Paine,” she snaps. “Are you and your Bride in a monogamous relationship?”

I take a step forward. Surely she, of all people, understands how dangerous this dance is? Monroe isn’t a normal woman. Yes, I’d feel jealous to see Shiloh starting something with someone else, but ultimately that’s not my call to make. We’re friends. But Monroe isn’t just someone else. She’s the enemy. She will use Shiloh and discard her the moment Monroe’s finished with her. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I just stood back and let it happen. Especially since the danger is my Bride. “Can’t you see that you’re falling right into her trap? This is her way of getting back at me.”

Shiloh’s tone goes absolutely frigid. “Because that’s the only way someone could want me. As a path to get to you.”

Too late, I realize my mistake. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what you said,” Monroe supplies from behind me.

“Stay out of it, witch.”

“You sweet talker, you.”

Shiloh closes the distance between us and pokes my chest. “Answer the damned question. Now.”

“No,” I bite out. “We’re not monogamous.”

“Have you had any negotiations about having a say in each other’s love lives?”

“No,” I repeat.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” She glares up at me. “And, as you are my friend and nothing more, you certainly don’t get a say on who I let into my bed. Fuck off, Broderick.” She spins on her heels, flips me the bird, and is gone.

The sound of slow clapping fills the room.

I turn to find Monroe practically giddy with amusement. “Wow. You really fucked that up all on your own. I barely had to help.”

“You are such a bitch.”

“Takes one to know one.” She starts for the door.

It’s as if my brain skips. One moment, I’m ready to tear into her for pulling such an underhanded move. The next, I’m watching my hand reach out and snag her wrist. All thought and reason take a back seat as I drag her behind me to the door she and Shiloh emerged from. One blink and we’re inside. Another and I have Monroe pressed against the closed door. “Did you have her just like this?” I wedge my thigh between her legs.

She lifts her brows, completely unbothered by the manhandling. But then, of course she is. She got off on it last time, too. “Yes, actually.”

“Such a smart mouth on you, Monroe. I ought to shove my cock in it and shut you up.”

“Not interested.” She laughs. “I already played the saint and kept my hands off your little girlfriend’s pussy.” She arches against me. “Make me come, Broderick. You want to use your cock to punish me? I’m ready and willing.”

“Ready and willing,” I repeat.

“Mmm.” She runs her hands up my chest and leans forward until her lips brush my ear. “Getting Shiloh off got me so fucking wet. She’s so pretty when she orgasms, husband. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

“Stop calling me that,” I grind out.

I can hear her smile. “Make me.”

Those two little words snap the last bit of leash holding me back. I pull away from her and yank her to bend over the sink. I undo her pants and shove them to the floor. I don’t care if they get dirty. I don’t give a damn about anything but fucking her until I expel some of the frustration turning me into a goddamned monster. “I ought to have bent you over the bar and fucked you right there.”

“Better have charged for it, then.”

“Always a snappy comeback.” I grip the front of her shirt and jerk it down, baring her breasts. With only the little top thing around her hips, she looks like a sex goddess. It doesn’t matter if we’re in a dingy bar bathroom. Monroe owns this space just like she owns every space she occupies. I can’t blame Shiloh for being drawn to her. I’m right here, in the exact same spot, acting outside of my best interests because of this woman, too.

I grab the back of her neck and bend her forward. She spreads her legs even wider. I can see how wet she is, her pussy pink and glistening. Gods, it’s like she was built to tempt me. It doesn’t matter what I think of this woman. It doesn’t matter that she’s