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

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.