Broderick: A Sabine Valley Novel

by Katee Robert

  But I want to.

  “Take his cock, Monroe. All of it.” I hardly sound like myself.

  “Happily.”

  Broderick holds perfectly still as she works her way down his length. It strikes me that they’re not using a condom, that they obviously weren’t using one last night, and my body clenches with a need so strong, it takes my breath away. It feels so fucking dirty to know they’re fucking bare; it feels so sexy, I want it for myself.

  Monroe finally seats herself fully onto his cock and leans back to prop her elbows on the table. The position puts her breasts on display, puts her whole body on display. She’s panting a little bit but manages to arch an eyebrow in my direction. “And now?”

  She’s really going to make me say it. I love that she’s going to make me say it. “Ride him slow,” I whisper.

  She begins rolling her body, working herself slowly up and down his cock. Even though I know better, I slide a little closer. I want to see. It’s more than worth the proximity to witness her lifting herself mostly off his thick length, to see his cock shine from her desire, to know they’re fucking at my command.

  “Shiloh.” Monroe’s voice as gone breathy. “Truth or dare?”

  “But you’re not done.”

  She grins at me. “No reason not to keep going.”

  Broderick coasts his hands up her hips. Not guiding, simply touching her in a way I ache to. Similar to how I ache to have him touch me in exactly that way. Rough and yet almost reverent.

  “Dare.” The word emerges as a whisper.

  Her grin goes victorious. “I dare you to ride Broderick’s hand until you come.”

  Broderick goes tense and then tenser yet as I clasp his wrist and tug his hand away from Monroe’s skin. I shift to kneel on the bench facing them. No matter what else happens, I don’t want to miss a moment of the show they’re putting on. He allows me to guide him to press against my stomach, to ease his hand into my panties…

  And that’s when his leash snaps.

  He spears me with two fingers, curling his palm until the heel of his hand presses to my clit. His blue eyes have gone dark, or maybe it’s my vision going dark because we’re doing this out here in the light. There is no going back after this, no plausible deniability provided by the shadows. There is just him staring at me like he wants to devour me whole and me staring right back with an invitation I’m still not sure I’m ready to follow through on.

  Liar.

  I rock my hips, fucking his fingers as he holds perfectly still. I don’t exactly mean to match my rhythm to Monroe’s, but it happens naturally. My breath hitches. “Broderick.”

  “Hmm.” His gaze is so intense, it feels like he’s stroking my entire body. He curls his fingers inside me, unerringly finding my G-spot. Combined with the heel of his palm against my clit, it’s creating a delicious friction with each downward stroke. I’m about to combust.

  I’m so fucking close, I’m shaking. Just…not yet. “Broderick.” I gasp. “Truth or dare?”

  No hesitation. “Dare.”

  “Kiss me.” It’s not even a proper dare, but it doesn’t seem to matter.

  Broderick hesitates, and that might be enough to have me running for the hills, but Monroe doesn’t give me a chance. She leans over and digs one hand into my hair and the clasps the back of Broderick’s neck with the other. It’s the barest amount of pressure, but it doesn’t matter. I’m too eager to stop this. I’m the one who voiced the dare, after all.

  His breath ghosts against my lips, and then his mouth is on mine. All of his hesitation seems to have been used up in that first moment, because his hand between my legs tenses before he’s hauling me closer so he can take my mouth properly. And he does take my mouth. Broderick’s kiss is a claiming. He dominates with teeth and tongue, and it’s too late for me. I’m coming all over his fingers, sobbing into his mouth with pleasure.

  Broderick pulls back a little, and then Monroe is there, taking a kiss of her own. She doesn’t let me sink into it the same way, though. She leans back and looks at my face. “I would like to fuck you properly, Shiloh. Will you let us?”

  Us.

  If I say yes, there’s no going back, but the truth is there was going back the moment I agreed to play this game. I find myself nodding, my brain still fuzzy from the orgasm. “Yes.”

  “Perfect.” She presses a kiss to Broderick’s lips. “Sorry, love. You’re going to have to nurse a case of blue balls for a little bit.”

  “Wait.”

  They both look at me. It’s Broderick who answers, “Change your mind?”

  “No.” The word comes out too intense, but I don’t want either of them to think, for a single moment, that I’m not 100 percent ready to take this to its natural conclusion. Okay, maybe not 100 percent, but certainly ready enough to go for it. I clear my throat. “Finish this here—I want you both to come.” Broderick’s fingers twitch inside me, which propels me to continue. “I want you to fill her up. I want to taste you there the next time I go down on her.”

  Monroe gives a strangled laugh. “You’re so fucking wicked.”

  Broderick doesn’t look like he wants to laugh. He stares at me like he’s never seen me before. The moment stretches out between the three of us, thick and sticky and filled with things I don’t know how to put in words. Luckily, they move before I have to figure out how.

  He slips his hand from my panties, but I don’t have a chance to mourn the loss because he hooks the back of my neck and tows me in for a kiss. This one is just as dark and full of promise as the first. There truly is no going back after this. I sink into the taste of him, the feel of him, but then his grip shifts, and he’s guiding me to Monroe’s lips.

  It blows my mind that I can be so fucking attracted to such different people. She’s just as commanding as he is when she claims my mouth, just as intense and just as filled with a promise of things to come. But where Broderick overwhelmed, Monroe tantalizes and teases, keeping the kiss light even as I try to deepen it. She rocks a little as she fucks Broderick. The reminder has me breaking the kiss so I can see them properly.

  I look down and drag in a rough breath. “Fuck.” His cock spreads her pussy obscenely, and all I can think is that I can’t wait to get my mouth on both of them. Not yet. Soon. I lift a trembling hand and press my fingers to Broderick’s bottom lip.

  Bless him, but he doesn’t even hesitate to suck them into his mouth, playing his tongue over my skin as I ease them back out. His eyes go darker yet. “Make her come, Shiloh.”

  “I was planning on it.” Even though I aim for irreverent, my voice is too low to pull it off. That’s fine. We’re so far past pretending, it’s not even funny.

  I reach between them and press my wet fingers to Monroe’s clit. They both react instantly. She moans, and she must clench around him, because Broderick grips her hips before dragging her up and down his cock in a rough pace I can barely match. Monroe reaches behind her and grips the table, riding out the pleasure we’re dealing her. She’s so fucking wet, so slippery against my fingertips, and with every other stroke, I accidentally-on-purpose touch Broderick’s cock.

  The third time I do it, he curses. “Kiss me, you little tease.”

  I don’t even hesitate. I simply lean forward and kiss him as we work to get Monroe off. Even though I want this moment to last forever, it’s over far too quickly. She orgasms with a cry that is nearly a scream, and then Broderick sets his teeth against my bottom lip and follows her over the edge. He slumps back against the booth, looking dazed. Hell, I feel pretty dazed right now, too.

  Once again, it’s Monroe who saves us before regret can take hold. She leans forward and kisses Broderick and then does the same to me. “Let’s go home.”

  Home.

  Does she realize she just called the compound home? Surely not. No matter what else is true about tonight, the fact remains that we’re operating under a time limit. Monroe is the Amazon heir. There’s no way this ends in anything but us parting wa
ys.

  I don’t know if Broderick and I work without her.

  What am I saying?

  We don’t work at all beyond friends, no matter how good it felt to come on his hands. She’s the bridge between us. That means he and I end on next Lammas, too.

  The knowledge creates something thick and cloying in my chest. It’s an important reminder; I’ve always preferred the harsh truth to the pretty fiction. If anything, the limited time means I don’t have another hour to lose. I want both of these infuriating people. I want them as much and often and in as many ways as possible.

  In a year, I’ll deal with them ripping my heart in half and each taking their part of that bloody organ with them when they go.

  A small price to pay for the pleasure offered now.

  Chapter 23

  Broderick

  The drive back to the compound happens in a blur. I keep waiting for Monroe or Shiloh to put a stop to this, to knock us all back to reality. They don’t. If anything, they ramp up the tension between us as I drive. Monroe has one hand on my leg and the other pressed to the juncture of Shiloh’s thighs through her jeans. She and Shiloh don’t stop kissing the entire time. The lust is so thick, I can taste it on my tongue.

  It’s not the only thing I want to taste.

  My cock is so fucking hard, and Monroe rhythmically dragging the heel of her hand up and down the length imprisoned in my jeans isn’t doing anything for my control. I nearly crash the fucking truck into the curb trying to park. Monroe’s laugh only spurs me on. I twist and shove my hand between her legs. “Is it funny taunting me, you witch?”

  “Yes.” She spreads her legs wider. “It really is.”

  I stroke her a few times, until she’s gone pliant against me. And then I take my hand back. “Our room. Right now. Both of you.”

  “Sir, yes, sir.” Monroe doesn’t quite manage the mocking lilt she normally accomplishes. We’re too busy piling out of the truck and heading for the main building in a tangle of need and desire.

  I can’t stop touching them, running my hand down Shiloh’s spine, digging my other hand into the mass of Monroe’s hair. Our bedroom is too fucking far away, but there’s nowhere else we can do this properly. “Hurry.”

  For once, neither of them argues with me. As we hit the top of the stairs, I catch sight of Abel and Eli down the hallway. My older brother raises his brows, but I have no time to answer the unspoken question on his face. I flip him the bird and practically shove Monroe through the door into our room. She laughs. She always seems to fucking laugh when I’m losing control. I should hate it. I used to hate it.

  But…

  Okay, fuck, fine. It turns me on, too. It doesn’t matter how shaken I am by losing control, she’s always there to egg me on, to take me farther into the dark. She never looks at me with horror. There’s only challenge and need in those green eyes.

  I slam the door shut behind us and flip the lock. The click sounds freakishly loud in the sudden quiet of the room. I speak before the silence can become awkward and filled with doubt. “Take off her dress, Shiloh. I put on a show for you. Give me the same courtesy.”

  She gives me a faint smile. “Turnabout is fair play?”

  “You have no idea.”

  Monroe turns her back to Shiloh and pulls her hair over her shoulder, exactly the way she did in the bar for me. For all her victorious grin, I can see her shivering from here as Shiloh works the zipper down and slides the green dress off Monroe’s body.

  And what a fucking body.

  It feels like I’ve spent so long fighting my attraction to her, I haven’t let myself appreciate how devastating Monroe is, both in and out of clothing. She’s built lean and muscular, and I’ve seen her in the gym in the compound enough to know she works hard to keep in fighting shape—literally. Her breasts are high and round and capped with dark-pink nipples. She looks good enough to eat.

  Not yet.

  “Now do Shiloh.”

  The grin Monroe gives me is wide and without a shred of artifice. “Gladly.” She turns to Shiloh and skims off her black tank top. Monroe cups her breasts through the black bra she wears, teasing all of us for a long moment before she slides the straps down and reaches behind Shiloh to unhook it.

  Greedy bastard that I am, I devour the sight of each bit of her revealed. Small breasts, pale-pink nipples. What feels like miles and miles of skin I want to kiss every inch of. Monroe hooks her fingers into the waistband of Shiloh’s jeans. “More?”

  “More,” she whispers.

  I hold my breath as Monroe works the top button and drags down the zipper. She eases Shiloh’s jeans off, moving to kneel as she does. Shiloh carefully steps out of her pants, and Monroe wastes no time skimming off her black panties and then she’s naked and…

  Fuck.

  Monroe stands, and it’s impossible not to compare the two women, not to notice how Shiloh is taller but built leaner, how Monroe’s curves are a bit more pronounced, as if whatever creator made her decided to balance the shorter height with more everywhere else. Shiloh has scars covering her legs, but she’s obviously self-conscious about them, so while I look my fill, I don’t linger longer there than I do anywhere else. Hips and stomach and breasts and her heart-breakingly beautiful face.

  I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

  Shiloh gulps in a breath. “You’re staring.”

  “I’m enjoying the view.” My voice has gone deep and rumbling, but I can’t help it. “It’s like a buffet, and it’s all for me.”

  “It’s all for us.” Monroe arches a brow and cups one of Shiloh’s breasts. “This isn’t some male power fantasy.”

  “Honestly, that makes it better.” Their bond is so unexpected, but without it, we wouldn’t be in this position. Shiloh has friends within our group, of course, but even after all this time, she holds part of herself back with everyone but me.

  Now Monroe has joined that exception. I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it. Especially when she obviously feels something for Shiloh; she wouldn’t be so protective otherwise.

  Monroe tugs Shiloh’s hair tie out and sifts her fingers through her long dark hair. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day, so I’m going to lay you down and fuck you with my tongue.” She glances at me, mischief alighting in her green eyes. “I think Broderick is famished for you, too, so I’m going to be nice and share—a little.”

  “Kind of you,” I grind out.

  “I’m a giver like that.” She turns back to Shiloh. “You have a problem with that plan?”

  “No…” She swallows hard. “But, I want to, ah, return the favor.”

  “So shy now that we’ve got you naked.” Monroe laughs. “You were just talking about how you want Broderick to come inside me so you can taste it later.” She pauses. “On that note, do we need to use protection? That ship has kind of already sailed for us, but if you’d feel more comfortable—”

  Shiloh looks away, not meeting either of our gazes. “It’s a non-issue for me. I haven’t been with anyone but you in…a very long time, and I can’t have.”

  Monroe blinks and then narrows her eyes. “Tell me your parents didn’t do that to you.”

  It takes me a beat longer to connect the dots. Shiloh hasn’t had any procedures since she joined up with us, especially something that would lay her out for a bit like that. Which meant it happened before, but she was only on her own for a little bit between us and…

  Her parents did this to her.

  Cold fury hits me in a wave. I open my mouth to demand confirmation that her parents truly took that choice from her, but she gives me a pleading look, stopping me short. “They didn’t do it to me. I bribed a doctor to tie my tubes when I was nineteen. I didn’t want…” She hesitates. “I would rather not talk about it.”

  Maybe that should make me feel better, that she chose it for herself, but I can’t stop thinking about a nineteen-year-old version of my best friend going through that
procedure alone, without any support, because she was so scared of continuing the legacy her parents forced on her. “Shiloh—”

  “We don’t have to talk about it, love. You don’t have to justify your choice to either of us.” Monroe brushes Shiloh’s hair back from her face tenderly. She kisses her, soft and sweet, and gives her a nudge toward the bed. “Now lie down and spread your legs for me.”

  As Shiloh moves on unsteady legs to obey, Monroe stalks to me and grabs a fistful of my shirt. “Get your head in the game,” she snarls, so low, I can barely hear her. “She doesn’t need either of our anger right now. Snap out of it.”

  “Maybe it’s that easy for you, but it’s not for me.” I stare down at her. I have to look at Monroe, because if I look at Shiloh, I might fucking snap. “I can’t just shake off the knowledge that—”

  “Shut. Up.” She gives me a shake. “Either take off your clothes and get ready to fuck us properly, or leave right now and I’ll do it alone.”

  I want to yell that it’s not a fair choice to make, but… It is. It’s more than fair. Shiloh has made her needs very clear, and stopping everything to talk about something she obviously doesn’t want to talk about is the height of selfishness. Right now, all she wants is pleasure with none of the pain.

  I can give her that.

  I will happily work with the woman at my side to give her that. The woman who seems to see parts of Shiloh so much clearer than I do, who will happily fight to give her what she needs. In this moment, seeing the vicious look on Monroe’s face, the last of my lingering anger at her drains away, leaving something both soft and fierce in its wake.

  I take a slow breath and exhale the tension out of my shoulders as best I can. I carefully remove Monroe’s fists from the front of my shirt and give them a squeeze. “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  One look at the bed, at Shiloh lying there with her legs spread, shaking a little, and I can barely get my next words out. I lift my voice a little. “We both want a taste. I think we can be polite and take turns.”