Broderick (Sabine Valley #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,78

his face. I flip him the bird and practically shove Monroe through the door into our room. She laughs. She always seems to fucking laugh when I’m losing control. I should hate it. I used to hate it.

But…

Okay, fuck, fine. It turns me on, too. It doesn’t matter how shaken I am by losing control, she’s always there to egg me on, to take me farther into the dark. She never looks at me with horror. There’s only challenge and need in those green eyes.

I slam the door shut behind us and flip the lock. The click sounds freakishly loud in the sudden quiet of the room. I speak before the silence can become awkward and filled with doubt. “Take off her dress, Shiloh. I put on a show for you. Give me the same courtesy.”

She gives me a faint smile. “Turnabout is fair play?”

“You have no idea.”

Monroe turns her back to Shiloh and pulls her hair over her shoulder, exactly the way she did in the bar for me. For all her victorious grin, I can see her shivering from here as Shiloh works the zipper down and slides the green dress off Monroe’s body.

And what a fucking body.

It feels like I’ve spent so long fighting my attraction to her, I haven’t let myself appreciate how devastating Monroe is, both in and out of clothing. She’s built lean and muscular, and I’ve seen her in the gym in the compound enough to know she works hard to keep in fighting shape—literally. Her breasts are high and round and capped with dark-pink nipples. She looks good enough to eat.

Not yet.

“Now do Shiloh.”

The grin Monroe gives me is wide and without a shred of artifice. “Gladly.” She turns to Shiloh and skims off her black tank top. Monroe cups her breasts through the black bra she wears, teasing all of us for a long moment before she slides the straps down and reaches behind Shiloh to unhook it.

Greedy bastard that I am, I devour the sight of each bit of her revealed. Small breasts, pale-pink nipples. What feels like miles and miles of skin I want to kiss every inch of. Monroe hooks her fingers into the waistband of Shiloh’s jeans. “More?”

“More,” she whispers.

I hold my breath as Monroe works the top button and drags down the zipper. She eases Shiloh’s jeans off, moving to kneel as she does. Shiloh carefully steps out of her pants, and Monroe wastes no time skimming off her black panties and then she’s naked and…

Fuck.

Monroe stands, and it’s impossible not to compare the two women, not to notice how Shiloh is taller but built leaner, how Monroe’s curves are a bit more pronounced, as if whatever creator made her decided to balance the shorter height with more everywhere else. Shiloh has scars covering her legs, but she’s obviously self-conscious about them, so while I look my fill, I don’t linger longer there than I do anywhere else. Hips and stomach and breasts and her heart-breakingly beautiful face.

I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

Shiloh gulps in a breath. “You’re staring.”

“I’m enjoying the view.” My voice has gone deep and rumbling, but I can’t help it. “It’s like a buffet, and it’s all for me.”

“It’s all for us.” Monroe arches a brow and cups one of Shiloh’s breasts. “This isn’t some male power fantasy.”

“Honestly, that makes it better.” Their bond is so unexpected, but without it, we wouldn’t be in this position. Shiloh has friends within our group, of course, but even after all this time, she holds part of herself back with everyone but me.

Now Monroe has joined that exception. I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it. Especially when she obviously feels something for Shiloh; she wouldn’t be so protective otherwise.

Monroe tugs Shiloh’s hair tie out and sifts her fingers through her long dark hair. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day, so I’m going to lay you down and fuck you with my tongue.” She glances at me, mischief alighting in her green eyes. “I think Broderick is famished for you, too, so I’m going to be nice and share—a little.”

“Kind of you,” I grind out.

“I’m a giver like that.” She turns back to Shiloh. “You have a problem with that plan?”

“No…” She swallows hard. “But, I want to, ah, return the favor.”

“So shy now that we’ve got you naked.” Monroe laughs. “You were just talking about how you want Broderick to come