Broderick: A Sabine Valley Novel by Katee Robert (best reads of all time txt) 📗

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?”

“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