by Katee Robert
“Take turns.”
I shoot her a look. “Are you going to parrot everything I say back to me, or are you going to get on that bed and worship Shiloh’s pussy the way she deserves?”
Monroe chokes out a laugh. “Is that a trick question?” The smile she gives me lights up her eyes, and something in my chest thumps uncomfortably. “I knew you’d see things my way,” she murmurs.
“Hard not to when you draw your line in the sand so clearly. Who wouldn’t want to be on the same side as you?”
“Took you long enough to figure it out.” She heads for the bed, calling softly over her shoulder. “Get naked, Broderick. Let’s have some fun.”
Fun.
Right.
I drag my shirt over my head as Monroe crawls onto the bed. The sight of her and Shiloh… Sweet fuck, I don’t even know how to put it into words. Shiloh’s always been important to me, but sometime in the last twenty-four hours, I started to see Monroe as something other than an enemy to avoid or conquer. I don’t know if it’s how things went last night or seeing her interact with the woman I love, see her start to fall for Shiloh, though I doubt she realizes it’s happening.
She cares.
If she cares for her people half as well as she does for Shiloh, she’s going to be one hell of a queen. A formidable enemy, yes, but an even stronger ally.
But only if we can find a path forward.
I don’t know what that looks like. The concept is still too fresh to examine closely. I’ll deal with it later. I have a year, after all. By next Lammas, we’ll have this figured out, one way or another.
Shiloh moans and digs her hands into Monroe’s hair as the Amazon settles between her thighs. They’re really too beautiful for words, and the obvious way they care for each other only ramps up that beauty.
I fumble at the front of my pants, as rushed and awkward as a teenager. It takes a few deep, slow breaths before I get myself under control. My hands still shake a bit as I ease off my pants, but I manage to approach the bed at a leisurely pace, as if I’m not dying to take these women up on what we offered each other back at the bar.
Monroe shifts to the side a little as I climb onto the bed, making some space for me. Not nearly enough, though, and I take great pleasure in wedging myself down beside her, lifting one of Shiloh’s thighs over my shoulder to make room. My hand slides over the smoother stripes of her scars, but I don’t linger. I don’t want her to feel self-conscious, and I also can’t afford to get distracted by a murderous rage right now.
Monroe’s mouth is glossy from Shiloh’s pussy, and I kiss her. There’s no artifice in it. No strategy. I kiss her because I want to, because I crave the combination of these two women on my tongue.
I only lift my head when I can taste Monroe alone. She blinks at me, her lips curving in a surprisingly sweet smile. “I see your head is back in the game.”
Shiloh props herself up on her elbows. “Can we—”
“Hush.” Monroe turns her head and kisses Shiloh’s inner thigh.
Shiloh blinks. “Um.”
“We’re discussing strategy.” Monroe skates a hand over her lower stomach and parts Shiloh’s pussy. “Isn’t she pretty?”
My throat goes dry. “Yeah.” Pretty and pink and already wet from what Monroe was doing with her tongue. I’ve felt Shiloh, had her coming around my fingers, but something about seeing her in the fading light of the day makes this a thousand times realer. “She’s fucking perfect.”
“Look at that, we can agree on something.” Monroe shifts, nuzzling Shiloh’s thigh a little higher. “Why don’t you have a taste, husband? You’ve been so patient. I’d say you earned it.”
I glance at Shiloh’s face, trying to gauge if she’s still on board with this. She worries her bottom lip, her eyes seemingly huge on her face. Maybe this really is a mistake. Maybe I’m damning all three of us for indulging my selfish desires. Maybe—
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Monroe says it almost fondly. She drags her fingers through Shiloh’s folds and presses them to my lip. “Taste.”
I suck her fingers into my mouth. I could pretend it’s a reflexive move, but the truth is that I’m dying for a taste, no matter what method is available to me. A guttural groan slips free as I play my tongue over Monroe’s fingers.
“That’s right,” she whispers. “She’s so sweet, I could eat her for hours. Tastes even better from the source.” She slips her fingers from my mouth and traces them along my jaw to the nape of my neck.
I don’t fight her as she guides me closer to Shiloh, as she positions my mouth right over Shiloh’s clit. I don’t even think to resist, not when this is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.
At the first slow swipe of my tongue, Shiloh lets out a keening noise that goes straight to my cock. It’s agony and perfection, and when I settle between her thighs and kiss her pussy properly, I nearly lose my fucking mind. Monroe’s right; she’s sweet and soft and everything I’ve ever wanted.
If I don’t come all over the bed just from the taste of her, it’s going to be a fucking miracle.
Chapter 24
Monroe
I enjoy watching, but I’ve never really gotten off on being a voyeur. I much prefer to be an active participant in any given sexual encounter, rather than simply watching. At least until this moment. Broderick looks almost pained as he tastes Shiloh’s pussy. A man dying of thirst with his first taste of water in years. And Shiloh barely seems to breathe, for all that she’s letting out little helpless noises as he explores her clit and tests out motions to see what she likes.
Of course he’d go about it like this. Methodical and intent on her pleasure. He’s not some fumbling, horny fool who just wants to thrust his tongue inside her for a few minutes so he can get her turned on enough to shove his cock into her.
He wants her to enjoy this just as much as he is.
I don’t want tenderness from Broderick. I like how rough he is with me, how ruthless he becomes when he forces pleasure on my body, as if I want anything but what he’s giving me.
That doesn’t stop a little pang of jealousy at how soft and slow he’s going with her.
I jolt a little at the feeling of his hand closing around the back of my thigh. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing to Shiloh, doesn’t so much as miss a beat, as he nudges my legs wider and coasts his hand up to cup my pussy from behind. I lift my hips a little, giving him easier access. Broderick doesn’t disappoint. He shoves two fingers into me, just as rough as I need, drawing a little cry from my lips.
Shiloh’s panting, but she lifts her head and looks down her body at us. She licks her lips. “He’s got his fingers in your pussy, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” I shift my hips, nearly mindless, seeking friction against my clit. I turn my head and bite Shiloh’s thigh. Not hard, just enough to make her jump a little.
I start to slide my hand down my stomach, but Broderick lifts his head from Shiloh’s pussy long enough to give me a look. “Let me, Bride.” He sucks Shiloh’s clit into his mouth, making her back bow off the bed, and then he reluctantly lifts his head. “Make her come, Monroe. Show me how she likes it.”
“I think you’re doing a damn good job of figuring that out,” I murmur.
“Mmm.” He urges my hips up a little and then his fingers are there, in me, withdrawing to spread my wetness up and around my clit, penetrating and withdrawing. Enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to get me where I need. Teasing me. “Show me,” Broderick repeats.
“Do I get a say?” Shiloh asks.
I laugh a little, though it morphs into a moan at the end when Broderick wedges a third finger inside me. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?”
Shiloh shudders out a laugh. “Yes.”
“Then no, you don’t get a say. Now lie back and let us play with this pretty pussy for a little bit. You’ve teased us, Shiloh. Giving some, but nowhere near enough. Neither of us is about to miss this opportunity. Right, husband?”
“Ri
ght,” Broderick rasps.
I move my hair out of the way and dip down to flick the tip of my tongue lightly against Shiloh’s clit. It’s hard to focus with Broderick using his fingers to claim every inch of my pussy, but I’m highly motivated to make Shiloh come all over my face before he can.
Except he doesn’t give me the chance. He nuzzles me out of the way enough to lick her, but I’m having none of it. I give him the same treatment. It’s a strange sort of dance. His mouth to her clit. My tongue in her pussy. Meeting Broderick in the middle for messy kiss that tastes of both him and Shiloh. She’s propped herself up so she can watch us, and from the way she shakes and whimpers, she’s enjoying the sight of us battling over her pussy as much as she’s enjoying the oral sex itself.
For all the fun and games, I want Broderick to have this orgasm. He’s wanted her for so long, and has been through so much bullshit, some of it at my own hand. It costs me nothing to give him this, and it will mean everything to him.
I back off as Shiloh’s moans get louder and let him kiss her properly. It doesn’t take long before she cries out and tries to clamp her legs shut. Broderick and I move as one, each grabbing one thigh and pressing her up and out, baring her completely as he keeps fucking her with his tongue even as he winds me tighter and tighter with his fingers. Shiloh orgasms with a sob that yanks at my heart. I’m so fucking close and—
“Your turn, Bride.” He sits up on his knees. That’s the only warning I get before he flips me onto my back. He’s ruthless in delivering my pleasure, and for once I don’t try to fight it. I’m enjoying myself too much.
My orgasm takes my breath away. I writhe around Broderick’s fingers as he uses his other hand to stroke my clit the way I like it best. Wave after wave hits me and, without thinking, I start to reach to shove him away. Shiloh catches my wrists and presses them down to the mattress before I can. It only makes me come harder.
By the time Broderick lets me drift down, I’m nearly sobbing. He presses a kiss to my lips and then leans up to claim Shiloh’s mouth. Every time they kiss, it’s like they’ll never get another chance. It hurts my heart more than I expected. I want them to believe this is real, to sink into it until they can’t see another path forward but with each other.
The temptation to try to seduce Shiloh into returning with me to the Amazons is there. Of course it’s there. I like her so damn much. I don’t make a habit of lying to myself, though; there’s no way she’ll leave Broderick. He’s been her best friend and her rock for a third of her life. She’s not so fickle as to throw him away, no matter how much she enjoys me.
Fool that I am, I can’t stand the thought of her unhappy.
I’m going to ensure she and Broderick are solid as hell by the end of this year together. And then I’m going to fight tooth and nail to preserve the peace with the Raider faction.
Sweet gods, I’m in love with her.
The thought barely has time to sink its roots into me, burying deep, when Shiloh pushes Broderick onto his back and straddles him. They really do look good together, all needy and desperate and flushed with pleasure. I manage to stir myself to sit up and run my hands down his chest to wrap a fist around his cock. Left to their own devices, there’s a good chance one of them will balk or let their impressive brains go into overdrive. “Up, love.”
Shiloh lifts herself up onto her knees and whimpers as I notch his cock at her entrance. Maybe I should leave it at that, but I’ve never been all that good at denying myself things I want. I part her pussy and lean to the side, giving both me and Broderick a perfect view as she works herself down his impressive length. The look on her face is pure agonized pleasure. “Gods, you’re huge.”
Broderick gives a choked laugh. “Maybe you’re just too tight.”
“Hush, both of you. You’re both perfect.” I smooth my free hand over his stomach but keep most of my focus on her. “Keep going. You’re doing great, love.”
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 e
yes 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.
Seeing it means a night well spent in my opinion.
I run a hand down my sweaty chest. “Shower?”
“Shower,” Shiloh agrees from where her face is pressed to Broderick’s thigh.
I should leave it at that, but I lost my head at some point during this process. I sift my fingers through her damp hair. “Stay in bed after. Sleep here. Both of you.”
Which is how we end up in a messy pile thirty minutes later, Shiloh between me and Broderick. She snuggles, because of course she does. She’s so fucking perfect, it makes my chest ache. All three of us in this bed is fucking perfect. I might be coming to terms with my feelings for Shiloh, but I’m more than self-aware enough to realize how seamlessly Broderick fits.
How well balanced we are as a trio.
I close my eyes and almost laugh when I realize she’s been using my shampoo. A little stamp of me in her hair, and I love it entirely too much. I let her closeness wash over me. No matter what happens next, we have this time. It will be enough.
It has to be.
I’m nearly asleep when a large arm drapes over our waists. I fight my eyes open to find Broderick pressed to Shiloh’s back and propped up on one arm, watching us. I’m too tired to define the strange look on his face, so I give him a soft smile and let sleep take me.