Broderick (Sabine Valley 2)

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 waning 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.