Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

Yeah, I don’t think so.

“Shiloh.” I put enough snap in my tone to stop her in her tracks. She slowly turns to face me, and the redness spreading from her face down her neck is all the confirmation I need. She was just about to run from me. From us. I hold her gaze. “That is not a good solution, and you know it. All your stuff is here. It’s late, and mid-shift at that. Are you going to take someone away from their job to help you haul your shit to the barracks just because you’re scared of a little conversation between friends?”

She glares. “That’s not it.”

“Then stay the night, and we’ll discuss options in the morning at a reasonable hour.” A plan starts to come to life in the back of my mind, a wonderful, devious plan that will get all three of us exactly what we want.

For a moment, I think she’ll argue, but she finally nods. “Only for one night.”

Fuck that. I want them both, but if I have to choose right now, I choose her. “The couch is only big enough for one, so one of you will have to be in the bed with me.” I tug on the hem of my shirt as I consider options. For once, I’m not sure the best way to play this. If my ultimate goal is to seduce both of them into being a throuple, would it be better if Shiloh or Broderick shared the bed with me tonight? Since I don’t know, I can’t help poking them a little. “I could take the couch, of course. Since you’re so friendly, you shouldn’t have a problem sleeping together.”

“I’ll take the couch.” Broderick offers it without hesitation, barely letting me finish before he’s throwing himself on the first sword available on Shiloh’s behalf.

From the look on her face, she isn’t pleased with either of us. “I will take the couch. If you really want to prove you’re ready to start treating Monroe like a Bride, this is a good place to start.”

He hesitates but finally nods. “I’m going to get a few of my things. I’ll be right back.”

Shiloh’s shoulders slump a little as he leaves the room. They’re so fucking transparent, it irritates me. I flip my hair off my shoulder. No time like the present to put my plan into motion. “So, you and Broderick are just friends.”

“Yes.” She sounds so wary, I almost smile. She’s smart enough to sense a trap, but I’m not going to give her a chance to avoid it.

“Are you sure?” I give her a concerned look. “He’s really sexy. You haven’t even thought about it? Felt a spark? Anything?”

“No,” she says firmly. Too firmly to be anything but a lie.

Gotcha. I finally allow myself to smile. “In that case, you won’t mind if I fuck him tonight. Since I’m his Bride and all.” I lean forward and lick my lips. “I promise to make it up to you in the morning. I’ve been dying for another taste of your pretty pussy.”

Shiloh won’t look at me, but she’s turned a darling shade of red. When she finally manages to speak, her voice is too high. “Of course I don’t care if you fuck him. You’re his Bride, and we might be intimate, but we’re not exclusive. Do what you want.”

I want to drag her down onto the bed and kiss that lying mouth. “It won’t make you uncomfortable? You know I’m not quiet.”

She’s blushing so hard, she’s practically purple. “Why would it make me uncomfortable? I don’t see Broderick like that.”

Yes, she does. She really, really does. “You see me like that.”

Shiloh clears her throat. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

I grab her hand and tug her closer to the bed. She comes without hesitation, and I waste no time leaning forward and nuzzling her breasts. “Shiloh?”

“Yes?”

“Promise me something.”

“What?” She looks like she’s staring down a tiger, but she digs her hands into my hair and arches her back a little, guiding my mouth to one nipple. Her bra is so thin, it’s nothing at all to nip and suck her until first one nipple and then the other are hard points against the fabric.

I palm her pussy through her jeans. “Promise me that if you feel even the tiniest bit turned on, you’ll take care of your pretty pussy the way I would. Properly. Until you come enough times that you’re sated.”

She’s breathing hard and rocking her hips against my palm, ever so slightly. “That won’t be a problem. I’m not going to be turned on if you have sex with Broderick while I’m in the room.”

Liar. “Then you should have no issue promising me.”

Another hesitation, longer this time. “I promise.”

I pull her down to straddle me and speak the next words against her lips. “I take my promises very seriously, love. You can lie as much as you like about other things, but not about this. Got it?”