Broderick (Sabine Valley #2) - Katee Robert Page 0,80

it into words. Shiloh’s always been important to me, but sometime in the last twenty-four hours, I started to see Monroe as something other than an enemy to avoid or conquer. I don’t know if it’s how things went last night or seeing her interact with the woman I love, see her start to fall for Shiloh, though I doubt she realizes it’s happening.

She cares.

If she cares for her people half as well as she does for Shiloh, she’s going to be one hell of a queen. A formidable enemy, yes, but an even stronger ally.

But only if we can find a path forward.

I don’t know what that looks like. The concept is still too fresh to examine closely. I’ll deal with it later. I have a year, after all. By next Lammas, we’ll have this figured out, one way or another.

Shiloh moans and digs her hands into Monroe’s hair as the Amazon settles between her thighs. They’re really too beautiful for words, and the obvious way they care for each other only ramps up that beauty.

I fumble at the front of my pants, as rushed and awkward as a teenager. It takes a few deep, slow breaths before I get myself under control. My hands still shake a bit as I ease off my pants, but I manage to approach the bed at a leisurely pace, as if I’m not dying to take these women up on what we offered each other back at the bar.

Monroe shifts to the side a little as I climb onto the bed, making some space for me. Not nearly enough, though, and I take great pleasure in wedging myself down beside her, lifting one of Shiloh’s thighs over my shoulder to make room. My hand slides over the smoother stripes of her scars, but I don’t linger. I don’t want her to feel self-conscious, and I also can’t afford to get distracted by a murderous rage right now.

Monroe’s mouth is glossy from Shiloh’s pussy, and I kiss her. There’s no artifice in it. No strategy. I kiss her because I want to, because I crave the combination of these two women on my tongue.

I only lift my head when I can taste Monroe alone. She blinks at me, her lips curving in a surprisingly sweet smile. “I see your head is back in the game.”

Shiloh props herself up on her elbows. “Can we—”

“Hush.” Monroe turns her head and kisses Shiloh’s inner thigh.

Shiloh blinks. “Um.”

“We’re discussing strategy.” Monroe skates a hand over her lower stomach and parts Shiloh’s pussy. “Isn’t she pretty?”

My throat goes dry. “Yeah.” Pretty and pink and already wet from what Monroe was doing with her tongue. I’ve felt Shiloh, had her coming around my fingers, but something about seeing her in the fading light of the day makes this a thousand times realer. “She’s fucking perfect.”

“Look at that, we can agree on something.” Monroe shifts, nuzzling Shiloh’s thigh a little higher. “Why don’t you have a taste, husband? You’ve been so patient. I’d say you earned it.”

I glance at Shiloh’s face, trying to gauge if she’s still on board with this. She worries her bottom lip, her eyes seemingly huge on her face. Maybe this really is a mistake. Maybe I’m damning all three of us for indulging my selfish desires. Maybe—

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Monroe says it almost fondly. She drags her fingers through Shiloh’s folds and presses them to my lip. “Taste.”

I suck her fingers into my mouth. I could pretend it’s a reflexive move, but the truth is that I’m dying for a taste, no matter what method is available to me. A guttural groan slips free as I play my tongue over Monroe’s fingers.

“That’s right,” she whispers. “She’s so sweet, I could eat her for hours. Tastes even better from the source.” She slips her fingers from my mouth and traces them along my jaw to the nape of my neck.

I don’t fight her as she guides me closer to Shiloh, as she positions my mouth right over Shiloh’s clit. I don’t even think to resist, not when this is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.

At the first slow swipe of my tongue, Shiloh lets out a keening noise that goes straight to my cock. It’s agony and perfection, and when I settle between her thighs and kiss her pussy properly, I nearly lose my fucking mind. Monroe’s right; she’s sweet and soft and everything I’ve ever wanted.

If I don’t come all over the bed

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