Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

“Yes.” And then she’s kissing me, bearing me down to the bed and taking my mouth as if she’ll find her next breath on the other side. I could pretend this lust is all for me, but I know better. There’s nothing that burns as hot as thwarted desire, and both Shiloh and Broderick have that in spades. As much as I want to roll her over and play with her until she comes half a dozen times, I don’t want her the least bit sated before we turn off the lights and do things in the dark.

Better to focus on getting both Broderick and Shiloh into my bed than the alternative.

I’ll have to deal with all of it soon—Abel’s threat, my mother’s distance, the future that used to feel so concrete but has somehow gone liquid in the last few weeks. But not tonight.

Tonight, I’m going to start the next stage of my seduction.

Chapter 16

Shiloh

Making that promise to Monroe seemed like the simplest thing in the world. Of course I don’t desire Broderick. That would be ridiculous…

I’m a fucking liar.

He’s my friend. My best friend. Nothing is worth endangering that relationship, not even my own lust. Especially now that it looks like we might be on the path to mending what we’ve spent breaking since arriving in Sabine Valley. It doesn’t matter that what’s between us could be more than lust. I wasn’t willing to risk making a move even before he took Monroe as his Bride. Now? Now, things are infinitely more complicated.

But, as I lay on the uncomfortable couch and listen to them shift on the bed, I have to admit that I’ve made a gross miscalculation. Especially when Monroe gives that throaty laugh, the one I like so much.

Despite my best efforts, I can’t help turning onto my side to face the bed. The moonlight from the narrow window seems designed specifically to highlight the mattress…the people on the mattress. Monroe murmurs something, too low for me to hear, and Broderick responds at the same volume. What are they talking about? He doesn’t sound happy, but his curse turns into a groan as the sheets shift, and I catch sight of a distinctive motion. She’s…jacking him. Another murmured exchange and Monroe slips beneath the sheets. I watch her form move, watch her settle between his thighs.

Holy shit, she wasn’t kidding about that promise.

Still, I don’t know if it’s desire I’m feeling right now. It’s too hot, too painful. It’s a whole lot like jealousy. I don’t even know who I’m jealous of. Monroe, currently sucking Broderick’s cock and making his body tense as he tries to keep quiet? Broderick, for having Monroe’s clever mouth bringing him pleasure?

Both.

The answer is both.

Fuck.

I shift. My leggings and shirt feel too tight on my body, for all that they were both more than comfortable a few minutes ago. I should turn away, should put my pillow over my head, should do anything but watch avidly as Monroe seduces Broderick.

She emerges from the sheets, climbing up his body to take his mouth. If Broderick was simply allowing her to do her worst before, he’s actively encouraging her now. He sinks his big hands into her hair, and he kisses her hard and furious.

My breath catches as he drags his hands down her back to her hips, jerking her forward a few inches. The slightest hesitation, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s working his cock into her pussy.

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.