by Katee Robert
“Normal enough.” She tilts her head back to lean against my shoulder. “I’m sure most children don’t have weapons training and the various things my mother required of me, but Amazons take childhood very seriously. There was plenty of fun, too.” She gives a sexy little wiggle. “We can work on recreating other memories later, but today I was thinking of a tried and true experience.”
Even though I’m technically in on this, my stomach goes a little hollow. “What experience?”
The satisfaction in her voice is nearly overwhelming. “Truth or dare.”
Chapter 21
Monroe
This is all technically part of a plan for Broderick and me to seduce Shiloh, but there’s a reason I decided to go about it in this way. Truth or dare is a silly game, and it was sort of a rite of passage within my friends when I was a teenager. I want to share that experience with these two people who are rapidly becoming…important to me.
Neither of these two had much in the way of “normal” childhood experiences. Best I can tell, Broderick was second father to his brothers. It’s no wonder he’s got such a stick up his ass after being responsible for so many people for so long. And I’ve been training to be queen long enough to be able to identify a person’s fault lines. Broderick wants to protect the people he cares about, the people he feels responsible for.
We have that in common.
Truth be told, we have a lot in common.
And Shiloh? When I look at her, at the wariness on her face, I suddenly want to give her new memories to overshadow the old ones. The bad ones. My heart gives an uncomfortable thud, and the sensation only gets stronger when I shift my attention back to Broderick. He watches me with a contemplative expression on his handsome face. Serious. Oh, so serious. Was he born that way, or did it happen after his mother died and he was forced to share the parental load of raising his five younger brothers? I bet it was the latter.
Oh fuck, I’m in trouble.
I grab my drink and take a long pull. Another time, I’ll ask Broderick how he knew I like Old Fashions. Right now, I’m hunting larger game. “Some ground rules before we begin. There are both penalties for lying and for taking a dare and then backing out.”
“Of course there are,” Broderick says. A small smile pulls at the edges of his lips, a true smile. “What penalty?”
“Sleeping on the couch for a week, with no Monroe-induced orgasms.”
He snorts. “Who says that’s a deterrent?”
“Me.” I bump my head against his shoulder. “Both of you were having excellent orgasms last night because of me. Don’t try to pretend you’re not counting down the hours until you’re inside me again.” I nudge Shiloh with my knee. “And don’t lie and say you want to do anything but come all over my face again.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Okay, fine. Let’s play.”
It’s cute how she’s trying to be so cranky, as if I can’t see the anticipation licking through her the same way I’m dying to. I smile at her, letting lust seep into my eyes. “You’re up first, love. Truth or dare?”
She glances over my shoulder at Broderick, and her face goes pink. “Dare.”
Smart girl.
The second she picks truth, I’m going to ask her if she wants to fuck Broderick. She knows it, too, so I wager Shiloh will go dare every time. “Let’s start nice and slow.” I tap my fingers against my glass. “Shiloh, I dare you to kiss me.”
Her sigh of relief is audible enough that it almost makes me laugh. This woman has obviously never been properly seduced before. It’s important to ease a person into it, not to shove them off the cliff. It took me three weeks to work us up to a kiss. I’m not about to throw away my first dare by having her jump on Broderick’s cock.
By the time he fucks her, she’s going to be begging for it.
Shiloh leans forward and cups my face with one hand. She’s got calluses, evidence of the weapons training she leaves me to do a few times a week. Her lips are soft as she presses them to mine. My girl might seem sweet, but she wastes no time slipping her tongue into my mouth and kissing me properly.
It lasts long enough that Broderick clears his throat. When Shiloh sits back, she’s flushing, and I ache for more. Patience. I can be patient. I lick my lips. “Your turn.”
Shiloh turns hazel eyes on Broderick. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” There’s an edge to his tone, a dare all its own.
She gives a small smile, but there’s an edge of cruelty to it. “Do you enjoy how you are with Monroe?”
He goes rigid behind me. “I don’t understand the question.”
“I think you do.” Shiloh takes a small drink of her beer. “You are so careful with everyone else around you—with me. With Monroe, you’re different than I’ve ever seen you. Harder. Meaner. You…” She looks away. “You fucked her like you were mad at her. Did you enjoy it?”
I don’t mean to hold my breath. I really don’t. Obviously Broderick likes how he is with me, even if it torments him at the same time, challenges the role he’s stepped into. The good man. The caretaker. There’s no room in that role for cruelty, and yet he’s cruel to me, especially when it comes to sex.
He finally curses. “Yes. I enjoy the way we fuck. Yeah, I enjoy the way I am with Monroe.” Broderick snags his glass and takes a long drink from it. He speaks before I can process how I feel about his admission. “Truth or dare, Shiloh.”
“What?” She blinks. “It’s Monroe’s turn.”
It’s an effort to keep my body relaxed. I might have started this game, but it’s rapidly slipping beyond my control. Maybe that should concern me, but there’s something magical brewing between the three of us. It’s hot and sticky and oh so dangerous. I want to see what happens when this powder keg explodes. I wave a lazy hand through the air. “The previous person can choose whomever they like.”
She narrows her eyes but finally says, “Dare.”
“Take off your pants.”
I cough. I can’t help it. I didn’t expect him to go for it so hard, to ask something that seems so simple on the surface but is anything but. “Broderick—”
“No one is coming through that door.” His voice is low and ruthless. “It’s just us. Either you trust us, or you don’t. Either you trust me, or you don’t.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I’m not interested in being fair.” This is the man I met on Lammas, the one I’ve provoked time and time again. The targeted determination curls my toes. Broderick shifts, draping his arms over the back of the booth. The new position has me tucked against his side, and once again it feels like it’s us versus Shiloh.
Like we’re aligned.
She hesitates but finally curses and fights her way out of her jeans. Broderick studies his drink instead of her newly revealed legs—newly revealed scars—but I look my fill. I have no business being so turned on by black cotton panties, but everything about Shiloh gets my engine revving.
Shiloh glares. “Monroe. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
She worries her bottom lip for a moment, and I can practically see her mind going a hundred miles an hour as she contemplates her options. “Suck Broderick’s cock.” A meaningful pause. “Not enough to get him off, though.”
That draws a laugh from me. “Mean.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just playing the game.”
“And playing it well, love.” I climb over Broderick’s lap to arrange myself on his other side. Yes, this should do perfectly.
Shiloh’s eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
“Sucking Broderick’s cock.” He doesn’t move as I slowly undo his pants. I blink innocent eyes at her. “It’s your dare. Surely you want to witness it.” I delve a hand into his pants and can’t help a sound of pleasure when I wrap my hand around his hard cock. I don’t give Shiloh a chance to sputter out a response before I dip down and take Broderick’s cock into my mouth. I sucked him off last nig
ht, but this feels different.
He’s so fucking huge, my jaw quickly begins to ache. That’s okay. I’m no quitter, and I fully intend to put on a good show for Shiloh—and torment Broderick a little. I lift my head enough to flick my tongue against his slit, and he curses.
His big hand lands on my head. I fully expect him to tighten his grip and fuck my mouth, but he simply gathers my hair way from my face.
Giving Shiloh a better view.
My pussy clenches at the realization. This man really is cruel in the sexiest way possible. Just for that move, I give him an extra few minutes of the pleasure of my mouth before I slowly lift my head. His hand tenses in my hair as if he wants to drag me back down, but he slowly releases me.
Broderick starts to tuck his cock away, but I shake my head. “No point in wedging that thing back into your pants. I think we’ll be needing it again.” I smile slowly. “Won’t we, Shiloh?”
It’s the first time I’ve looked at her since I started sucking Broderick’s dick. She’s got her legs crossed hard, and the flush from her cheeks has coursed down to encompass every bit of skin I can see. Shiloh has a death grip on the seat of the booth. I bet she caught herself trying to either reach for us or slip her hand down her panties.
I lick my lips. “Broderick.” I say his name without looking at him. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I hold Shiloh’s gaze. She tenses, the barest flinch that tells me she might be worked up, but she’s not ready for the next step. Soon. “Take my dress off.” I ease out of the booth and stand before them. “Do it properly.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and the hunger in his blue gaze has me shaking a little bit. No matter if the goal here is to seduce Shiloh, this man still wants me. A lot. He stands slowly and moves to stand at my back, both of us facing the table where Shiloh sits.
Broderick shifts my hair over my shoulder to bare the back of my dress. I don’t think any of us draw a full breath as he slowly drags down my zipper with the same care he zipped me up this morning. He coasts his thumb up my spine and then along my shoulder to dip beneath the strap of the dress. “No bra.”
“It doesn’t work with this dress.” My voice sounds too breathy, but there’s no help for it. I can’t pretend to be unaffected; not when I’m about to come out of my skin just from this simple touch, from the careful dance the three of us engage in.
Shiloh’s staring at Broderick’s thumb beneath the strap as if she can will him to move if she concentrates hard enough. His hand twitches a little in response, and then he’s sliding the strap from my shoulder and tugging the fitted fabric down, down, down to expose my breast. Shiloh licks her lips as he repeats the slow process with the second strap. I expect that to be the end, but Broderick isn’t done. He brackets my ribs with his hands and coasts them along my sides to my hips, taking the fabric with him. Over my hips and down my thighs, until I have to brace myself on his shoulder to step out of the dress. I’m wearing only a lace thong and my heels, and the look he gives me as he kneels before me…
Gods, I might alight in an inferno just from that.
Broderick stands before I can do something foolish like dig my hands into his short hair. He folds my dress with the utmost care, pauses to do the same with Shiloh’s discarded jeans, and then sets the clothing on the far side of the table. “Monroe.” His voice has gone deep. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Broderick slides back into the booth and holds his hand out. “Get over here, and let me make you feel good.”
“Broderick.” I’m already moving, taking his hand and letting him guide me to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He has to adjust his cock and it ends up pressed against my ass. “That’s a very open-ended dare.”
He nudges my legs to drape over the outside of his and cups my breasts. “Stay here until someone dares you otherwise.”
I shiver. “Still too open-ended.”
“So sue me.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, drawing them to hard points. He’s not even touching my pussy, depriving me of the contact I desperately need as pleasure builds inside me. I turn my head to look at Shiloh. She’s staring at his hands on my breasts and shifting in her seat as if looking for the same kind of contact I am.
Not yet, baby.
I could pretend it’s all part of the plan when I gasp, “Truth or dare, Shiloh.”
“Dare.”
Right now, I can’t think of the plan, the proper steps. I’m too turned on. I just need to orgasm. “Make me come, baby.”
She scoots close and, after a quick look at Broderick, hesitates. For his part, he ignores her. Smart man. He must realize how skittish she still is because he starts kissing my shoulder, my neck, all of his attention seemingly focused on my breasts.
Once she realizes he won’t interfere, Shiloh huffs out a breath and cups my pussy though my panties. I can’t hold back my moan at the touch; I don’t even try. She drags her knuckle down the center of my panties and then back up again to press against my clit. The next descent, she moves back enough to hook her fingers inside the lace and move it away from my heated flesh. “It’s a shame I can’t see you,” she murmurs.
Broderick doesn’t hesitate. He nudges her back and moves me easily to sit facing her. Without missing a beat, he wraps a hand around one thigh, and Shiloh shoves my other leg wide. “Better.” She tugs my panties to the side again.
I look down, feeling Broderick doing the same. My pussy is framed by the black lace, pink and glistening with need. Shiloh parts me with two fingers as if offering the view up for our pleasure. “I should tease you.”
“Don’t.” I sound needy, but I can’t help it. They’ve barely touched me and I’m so fucking close.
“Broderick.” She doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look away from my pussy. “Hold her legs for me?”
“Sure.” He hooks my other thigh on the outside of his knee, keeping me wide for them. It takes some maneuvering with the table. He can’t spread me as wide as he obviously wants to, but he manages to hold me open as Shiloh continues to deliver those teasing little strokes down either side of my pussy, parting me in a teasing rhythm.
For a moment, I think she really will tease me until I beg, but Shiloh curses and shoves two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back, and I can’t help crying out when she adds a third. With her other hand, she idly strokes my clit. The light contact contrasted with her fingers slowly, thoroughly fucking me has me writhing. Or at least I would writhe if Broderick weren’t pinning me in place, a butterfly spread out for their ministrations.
“I…” I can’t catch my breath. I can’t do anything but take it. I was supposed to be in control of this situation, but I’ve quickly barreled past the point of no return. There’s no holding out, no trying to make this last. Against their touch, I don’t stand a chance.
I come with a cry that Broderick swallows down in a kiss, owning my mouth just as much as Shiloh owns my pussy. She eases me down, but not all the way. I’m still shaking when she sits back and clears her throat. “Monroe. Truth or dare?”
Chapter 22
Shiloh
I know what this is. I understand what they’re doing. Monroe recognized my lie the moment I told it last night, and she’s not one to let something like that go unanswered. She wants us both in her bed, and she’s not going to stop until it happens.
I didn’t expect Broderick to be on board with it.
Or for the two of them to work together so seamlessly.
But here we are, in the back room of this bar, Monroe still shaking from her orgasm, and Broderick looking at me like I’m the next thing on the menu. Things have changed while I wasn’t looking, and now I’m adrift. If I were smart, I’d cut and run now. Nothing good comes from continuing this game that feels like anything but.
Except… I don’t want to stop.
I stare down at Monroe’s pussy, pink and swollen with pleasure and so wet, she’s leaving a damp spot on Broderi
ck’s thigh. I can’t see his cock from this position, but knowing it’s there, hard and aching from Monroe’s mouth…
I really, really don’t want to stop.
I’m not fearless, though. I can’t take this step on my own.
"Dare," Monroe finally gasps.
“I dare you to fuck Broderick.”
She laughs a little as he lifts her to straddle him. He’s got a look on his face that I’ve only seen once before, and only in shadows. Last night. One that almost makes him a stranger, hard and a little intimidating from the sheer intensity coming from him. I clench my thighs together and then do it harder when his gaze drops to my lower half. I don’t have my normal shield of jeans, but for once, I’m not thinking about my scars or my past or anything but this moment. Maybe I’ll be self-conscious later, but there’s no room in this space for it. Not now.
Monroe gives me a small smile, her eyes heavy with pleasure. “Do you like this, baby?” She reaches between them to wrap a hand around his massive cock.
And it is massive.
I can’t help following her movement, watching her work him slowly. I’ve seen Broderick in varying states of undress over the years, but he’s not into casual nudity the way some in the group are. He’s not naked now, for all that the important bits are on display.
“Do I like what?” I don’t intend to ask the question, but it slips free all the same.
“Like commanding us as if we’re your own personal Barbies?” She lifts herself up and notches his cock at her entrance. “We’ll do anything you want. You just have to say so.”
The moment we started playing this game, it felt like stepping onto a slippery slope that would lead up to this moment. To them fucking and me watching. Except I’m not just watching, am I? Monroe’s inviting an active participation in a way that feels almost natural. They’re not throwing me off the deep end and overwhelming me. They’re…inviting me in. A little bit at a time.
Her legs shake a little bit, but she holds still otherwise, the challenge clear on her face. I don’t have to do this. I know I don’t.
