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

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 ways.

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