Broderick (Sabine Valley #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,56

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.

Chapter 17

Broderick

I see Shiloh tense, and I know her so fucking well, I know exactly what she intends to do. To run. To get as far from us as possible. “Do not move.” I speak without having any intention of doing it.

She freezes. “I was just going to…”

“No.” I never talk to Shiloh this way. Never. Fuck, I never talk to anyone but Monroe this way. That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want her to leave, to break this strange spell that we created here in this bed.

I can’t believe it happened.

I can’t believe I let myself get swept up in Monroe’s wicked taunting, that it spawned this outcome. I can still hear her low voice in my ear before things spiraled out of control. You gave your word, husband. You’re mine for a week, and I want this cock right now. Truth be told, I barely resisted. I refuse to look at my motivations too closely, not when I can still taste Shiloh on my tongue.

If I let Shiloh leave right now, this will never happen again. The next time I see her, she’ll have her barriers firmly in place, will have edged us back into the safety of friends. If I were smart, I’d let her do it. I value her friendship above all else, and moving forward with this puts that friendship in danger.

Monroe stretches. “Go get a towel and clean up the mess you made.” She flicks her fingers at my come all over her ass and back.

As much as I want to argue, to stay and ensure Shiloh doesn’t leave, I do as Monroe asks. I owe her, after all. Maybe later, I’ll think about how seamlessly we worked as a unit when we had the same goal in mind. There was no jockeying for position, no undermining. Yeah, it was sex, but Monroe and I don’t stop the power plays for sex. If anything, we ramp them up. It’s part of the reason I’ve been avoiding her. I hardly know myself when I get my hands on her.

I didn’t expect that to bleed over to Shiloh in any way, shape, or form, but now that it has, I’m not willing to let it go without at least having a conversation.

Two minutes later, I have a warm damp cloth in my hands as I walk back into the room. The women are exactly where I left them, Monroe draped over Shiloh’s lower body; if I didn’t know better, I’d say Monroe was pinning her to the mattress.

Monroe jolts a little as I lean over the bed and clean up my mess. Did she think I’d just toss the cloth at her and make her do it herself?

You would have even a day ago.

The knowledge shames me. I really have been an unbelievable ass when it comes to both of these women. In different ways, yes, but the fact remains. I want to turn on the lights, to see their faces, but something tells me if I