Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

Another few sexy writhing motions and she’s seated fully on his cock. I watch pleasure dawn on her face as she tentatively rocks on him, adjusting to his size, and wait for the slightest bit of jealousy to spark. I’m self-aware enough to know that I prefer to be in the center of things and, right now, when Shiloh looks down at him with something akin to wonder in her expression, when Broderick is giving her heart eyes right back, I feel almost immaterial. Yes, I got them to this place, but this will be permanent for them in a way it won’t be for me.

But there’s no jealousy. Just a deep contentment in the knowledge that I will forever hold space as the inciting incident in their story together. I’m not normally unselfish, but I guess love does that to a person. It’s a very strange thought.

“You’re thinking too hard over there, Bride.”

I barely have a chance to register Broderick’s words before he catches me by the hips and lifts me to straddle his head, facing Shiloh. I tense, but then his mouth is there, working my pussy with an expertise that might irritate me if I didn’t derive so much pleasure from it. Broderick’s a fast learner, and it only took him these few times with me to figure out what gets me off. Overachiever.

Shiloh plants a hand on Broderick’s chest and leans forward, closing the distance between us to kiss me with a desperation bordering on frenzy. Caught between their two mouths, my thoughts of the future lose their purchase and slip away. Worries for another day. Right now, I have more important things to concentrate.

Like riding Broderick’s face to orgasm.

Shiloh shifts slowly, chasing her own pleasure even as she kisses me like I’ll disappear the moment we stop. Like she needs me more than her next breath, the next beat of her heart. Gods, this woman is a gift, and it’s going to hurt so fucking bad to lose her.

Broderick sucks on my clit—hard—and it’s too much. I come again, grinding down against his tongue until a distant part of my brain is worried I’m going to suffocate the man. He’s made of sterner stuff than that, and he lifts me easily to move to his chest, going slow so it doesn’t break my kiss with Shiloh.

Now that I’m closer—gods, the man has a long torso—I slide down his stomach to press my fingers to Shiloh’s clit. The reaction is instantaneous. She moans against my tongue and starts fucking him in earnest, riding him in rough strokes as she chases her orgasm.

Broderick barely lets her finish. He topples us to the bed, somehow shifting things so Shiloh lands on top of me, chest to chest. He jerks up her hips, and they both moan as he penetrates her again. This time, he’s intent on his own pleasure, and he fucks her just shy of brutally. From the way she moans against my throat and clings to me, she’s loving it just as much as I do when he loses control.

Good girl.

Broderick’s strokes go jerky, and he meets my gaze over the long line of Shiloh’s back. I grin, feeling light and strange. “Come inside her, husband. Fill her up the way you want to.”

He curses and then obeys, grabbing Shiloh’s hips and grinding into her. He looks almost pained as he orgasms, but he never breaks eye contact with me. It’s horribly, unforgivably intimate, and I should put a stop to it immediately.

But I…like it.

The more we work together, the more some part of me understands that Broderick and I aren’t that different at all. In fact, we’re terrifyingly similar and single-minded when we set our minds on something. On someone.

A thought for another time.

Broderick slumps down next to us. “Holy fuck.”

Shiloh relaxes against my body, her head on my breasts. She stretches, and the little wench immediately starts rocking her pussy on my leg. “Are we done?”

“You’re obviously not.” I run my hands down her back and grip her ass, hitching her a little higher on my thigh. “Wicked thing.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispers. “It’s like I’ve been bottled up for so long and…”

“I’m not complaining.” I manage to turn my gaze to Broderick. “Are you?”

His laugh is strained, his blue eyes so hot, it’s a wonder all three of us don’t burst into flames. “No. I’m not complaining.” He shakes his head. “Though I need more recovery time than you two do.”

“The perks of three.” I drag in a rough breath as Shiloh presses my breasts together and lavishes them with kisses. “Take your time recovering, husband.” I grin. “We’ll be ready for you when you are.”

We don’t stop for a long, long time. Shiloh’s stamina puts both Broderick and I to shame. Just when I’m about to collapse, he steps in and fucks her, and then they take turns eating me out until I’m damn near begging for mercy. By the time we exhaust ourselves, the sky outside the window has lightened in that gorgeous pre-dawn color that I’ve always loved.