by Katee Robert
Desire hits me hard enough to make my head spin. The feeling only gets worse as Monroe sits up, sending the sheet pooling around her hips. She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes me shake. Her body is lean, her breasts high and perfect. Her ass is so goddamned bitable. Especially when she rolls her hips like that.
I don’t stop to think. I hold my breath as I lift my hips and slide off my leggings and panties. I have a promise to keep. That’s all. That’s the only reason I’m practically panting with need as I delve my hand between my thighs and stroke my pussy. I’m soaked, but that’s no surprise. I might be able to lie with my words, but not with my body.
With every roll of Monroe’s hips, the sheet slides a little farther down, revealing the full curve of her ass, the tops of Broderick’s tense thighs. I can almost almost see his cock enter her in the shadows between them. There’s not enough light, and I curse that fact even as I’m grateful for the privacy those same shadows provide me.
I press one finger and then two into me. It feels good, but not as good as someone else’s would. Not as good as her tongue. As his cock.
Monroe plants her hands on his chest and slows down. Teasing him. Teasing me. I could curse her if I had the breath for it. All I have is need, though. I spread my wetness up to my clit, matching her strokes. It feels so fucking good. An exquisite torment I both love and hate.
This is one hell of a seduction.
Broderick curses and grabs her waist. One moment Monroe is riding his cock, and the next he rolls them. He arches back and loops her legs over his arms, spreading her legs wide as he drives into her. The angle is wrong to see her the way I want to, leaving me to focus on how the muscles in his back and ass flex with each thrust.
How rough the thrusts are.
He’s fucking her like he’s mad at her, like he knows exactly how much she can take and he’s going to push her to that line.
He’s never touched me with anything but gentleness.
It’s all too easy to insert myself in her place in my mind. To put myself between them. My exhale comes out almost as a moan, and I pick up my pace, once again matching their fucking. Broderick’s forgotten I’m here. I’m certain of it. Whatever Monroe whispered to him at the start of this drove him to distraction. There’s no way he’d do this if he remembered I was watching…
Unless he’s lying? Unless he sees me as more than a friend, too.
Monroe comes with a cry, arching up to take Broderick’s mouth as he keeps fucking her. He slows down the slightest bit, grinding into her in a way I can almost feel. Pleasure spirals through me, tighter and tighter. With it, unforgivable thoughts surge forth from the careful corral I’ve kept them in until now.
I want him to fuck me like that.
I want her riding my face the way she rode his cock.
I want it at the same time.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t mean to cry out. I really don’t. The sound just slips free as my body goes tight and hot.
I don’t realize there’s silence in the room until a few moments later. I open my eyes to find Broderick has shifted to the side. He brought Monroe with him, is still settled between her spread thighs. Is still…fucking her slowly.
But he’s watching me as he does.
I keep stroking myself, coaxing my pleasure back to a boil. Monroe locks her legs around Broderick’s hips and laughs. “Let us see, Shiloh. Turnabout is fair play, and we just gave you a show.”
Without thinking, I obey. I kick down the blankets. My shirt is bunched around my waist. But the moonlight doesn’t reach me the same way it does them.
“Come here.” This from Broderick. He hardly sounds like himself. He pulls out of Monroe and flips her onto her stomach, moving her roughly like he would a doll. She seems to love it, immediately lifting her hips so he can enter her from behind.
“You heard him.” She reaches out an impatient hand and slaps the mattress next to her head. “Come here, love.”
It feels like my body moves on its own, answering her siren call even as my mind is trying to catch up with this turn of events. If I think too hard, I’ll stop this, so I…don’t. I don’t want to stop. Not yet. Not with Broderick still fucking Monroe while he watches me. I can feel his gaze even if I can’t see his eyes properly in the darkness.
It’s the darkness that makes me bold. Makes me feel like another person entirely, one who can be wild and reckless without consequences. One who hooks the bottom of her shirt and tows it over her head to stand before these two people naked.
Monroe moans. “Good girl. Now get up here.”
I carefully climb onto the mattress, but I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go from here. Monroe decides for me. She hooks my thighs and drags me until my hips are even with her face. “Much better.” She laughs again. “She’s so wet, husband. She likes watching us fuck. I bet she’ll like joining us even more.”
Broderick reaches down and sinks his hand into Monroe’s hair, guiding her face to my pussy. “Make her come again, Bride.”
“Gladly,” she murmurs against my heated flesh. She presses my thighs wide, and then she’s dragging her tongue up my center. She flicks my clit and moans. “Just as sweet as I thought.” Monroe dips back down, and then her tongue is inside me, thrusting deep. I can’t keep my whimper inside. I don’t even try.
She lifts her head just as Broderick shifts his grip to her throat and pulls her up. He takes her mouth, and I freeze as understanding dawns. He’s tasting my pussy on her lips, her tongue. He lifts his head. “More.”
“It’s better directly from the source,” she murmurs. Her features are cast in shadow, but I can clearly see the sinful curve of her lips. “Don’t you want a taste, husband?” She wraps her fingers around the wrist of his free hand, and he allows her to guide his hand down…
Holy shit.
She presses two of his fingers into me. Two of Broderick’s fingers are inside me. I whimper, and he curses. But even if he’s letting Monroe do this, letting her guide us, letting her take the choice away, he still moves inside me, curling up to stroke his fingertips against my G-spot.
“Fuck.”
“Clever boy. You found it so quickly.” She leans down, and then her mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking as Broderick keeps up that devastating stroking inside me. As he keeps fucking her in short, slow thrusts as if he has all night and won’t be coming anytime soon.
I don’t mean to wrap my fists around Monroe’s hair, but I haven’t meant to do anything that’s happened tonight. My fingers lace with Broderick’s, both of us holding Monroe to my pussy. “Make me come,” I whisper. “Please.”
“We will, love. Just lie there, and let us make you feel good.” Her words are pure temptation, her tongue following through on it eagerly. Even as a voice inside me whispers that I’ll regret this, my body doesn’t care. It feels too good to stop.
Broderick wedges a third finger into me, the fit tight, but he’s showing no mercy. That’s fine. I don’t want any. I drag in a breath and then I’m coming, clamping down on his fingers hard enough to make him curse. He lets me ride his hand, Monroe’s mouth, for a several long beats before he slowly withdraws. He holds my gaze as he slides his fingers into his mouth, tasting me again. The fingers laced with mine in Monroe’s hair spasm. “Keep eating her out. Don’t stop until I do.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then Monroe’s tongue is inside me again, as if she wants to lick away every bit of my orgasm.
This feels like a fever dream. Surely I’ve fallen asleep on the couch and my mind has conjured up this sexy fantasy. Surely my best friend isn’t fucking his Bride as she goes down on me. Surely our fingers aren’t linked in her hair, guiding her where we want her.
The shadows give permission that I never would have taken otherwise. To lift my hips and rub myself against Monroe’s mouth. To simply feel instead of thinking so damn hard all the time.
I’ll regret this in the morning. But right now, beneath the light of the w
aning 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 try, it will end this all the sooner. The shadows conceal all manner of things, and maybe each of us need to hide a little for this conversation to happen. “I’m sorry.”
Monroe lifts her head off Shiloh’s stomach. “Don’t you dare apologize for what we just did.” Her voice is so sharp, it sounds almost brittle. Almost vulnerable.
“No, not for that.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry for the past three weeks. I’ve mishandled things.”
Shiloh lets out a harsh laugh. “This is the third time you’ve apologized. You should know by now that quality matters more than quantity, Broderick.”
“Hush.” Monroe lets her head drop and gives Shiloh’s thigh a light smack. “Not everyone is as practical as we are. You have to learn to appreciate the moments when someone particularly stubborn comes around. This is two of those moments in one.”
“Who else—” Shiloh curses. “You’re talking about me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, love, I’m talking about you.” She plants a kiss on the center of Shiloh’s stomach and sits up.
The casual sexual intimacy sends a shard of jealousy through me, but it feels faint and unfocused. What if we got out of our own way and tried this? I’ve loved Shiloh for years, first as a friend, and then as something more, but she never showed the slightest indication that we were anything but friends. She matters too much to me for me to lose her completely because I want more, so I kept my feelings to myself.
But she didn’t come to this bed solely for Monroe.
I’d stake my life on it.
I’m about to stake so much more. Nerves make my voice harsh. “You said you only saw me as a friend.”
“I do.” Shiloh grabs Monroe’s wrist before she can smack her again. “Stop that.”
“Stop lying.” Monroe reverses their grip easily and brings Shiloh’s hand to her mouth to press a kiss to her wrist. “You didn’t lose control until he flipped me. Were you imaging it was you beneath Broderick?” She gives Shiloh’s hand a little shake. “Don’t lie.”
The silence stretches out long enough for it to become uncomfortable. My stomach drops, and my head goes light and fuzzy. We miscalculated. Holy fuck, we miscalculated, and now I’m going to lose everything. “Monroe—”
“Yes,” Shiloh says softly. She jerks her wrist out of Monroe’s grip. “Are you happy now? Yes, I was jealous that you got to experience that and I didn’t.”
Again, I start to shut this whole thing down, but Monroe laughs. “That’s not the only thing you were jealous of, was it?”
Shiloh looks away. “No.”
“Give us the rest, love.” When she still hesitates, Monroe lowers her voice to a sexy murmur. “Communication is hard and scary, but the rewards are more than worth the challenge. I would think your three orgasms prove that.”
“One of those was at my own hand.”
Monroe laughs again. “Fine, then call it two if you want to get picky. Didn’t Broderick’s big fingers feel good inside you?” My body goes hot at her words, and Shiloh inhales sharply, but Monroe doesn’t give either of us a chance to say anything. “You don’t have to answer. I already know it feels phenomenal when he strokes your G-spot. He’s rather good at finding it and quickly. Just like I know that my oral skills are unsurpassed.” She shoots me a look that I can’t quite define because of the lack of light in the room. “Then again, I bet he’s just as good with his mouth as I am. Maybe we can have a competition sometime.”
My cock goes rock hard at the thought. Of her coaxing Shiloh to orgasm and then shifting aside and giving me a turn. Over and over again until we’ve had our fill or Shiloh’s body gives out. It’s intoxicating to be unified in purpose with Monroe. It feels like riding a giant wave, moving faster than should be possible with so much force behind you. It’s exhilarating. “Do you ever get tired of playing the devil on my shoulder, Monroe?” The question comes out almost playful.
She snorts. “Why would I? It’s so damn fun.”
I finally clear my throat. I don’t want to rush into this, but rushing feels t
he most natural thing in the world. Still… “Do I get a say in this?”
Monroe tilts her head to the side. “That depends. Are you going to admit that you’re practically coming in your pants at the idea of getting Shiloh naked and under you—or over you, or in front of you?”
“Monroe.”
She ignores Shiloh, focusing all that formative willpower on me. “Because Shiloh isn’t the only one who’s played it safe when it comes to your relationship. If I hadn’t forced the issue, you two would live to a ripe old age and never have a difficult conversation about the fact that she wants to sit on your cock and you’re dying to eat her pussy until she damn near passes out.”
“The only one I want to pass out right now is you with your fucking mouth.” The words feel vaguely sharp, but nowhere near the vehemence I’ve dredged up in the past. Because she’s right. It’s terrifying how right she is.
Monroe leans back against the headboard and waves her hand at her lower body. “Well, I’m not going to argue with oral sex. Go ahead then.”
I snort. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
“Do I? You’re so terrible with words, Broderick. I have to prod and prod and prod until you charge me, and then it’s all fucking and no communication. Can you blame me for provoking you?”
Not when she puts it like that. “You have a point. Get to it.”
“My point is that what we just did was fun. It was damn near seamless, and that kind of thing is worth its weight in gold when you’re having group sex. You both enjoyed yourselves. I enjoyed myself. There is no reason we shouldn’t do it again, preferably repeatedly for the next eleven months.”
Until she’s no longer my Bride.
Before, the thought filled me with nothing but relief and impatience. A year isn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things, but every moment with Monroe frays my patience to dangerous levels of loss of control. Now…
