Broderick: A Sabine Valley Novel Katee Robert (bts books to read txt) 📖

panting with need as I delve my hand between my thighs and stroke my pussy. I’m soaked, but that’s no surprise. I might be able to lie with my words, but not with my body.

With every roll of Monroe’s hips, the sheet slides a little farther down, revealing the full curve of her ass, the tops of Broderick’s tense thighs. I can almost almost see his cock enter her in the shadows between them. There’s not enough light, and I curse that fact even as I’m grateful for the privacy those same shadows provide me.

I press one finger and then two into me. It feels good, but not as good as someone else’s would. Not as good as her tongue. As his cock.

Monroe plants her hands on his chest and slows down. Teasing him. Teasing me. I could curse her if I had the breath for it. All I have is need, though. I spread my wetness up to my clit, matching her strokes. It feels so fucking good. An exquisite torment I both love and hate.

This is one hell of a seduction.

Broderick curses and grabs her waist. One moment Monroe is riding his cock, and the next he rolls them. He arches back and loops her legs over his arms, spreading her legs wide as he drives into her. The angle is wrong to see her the way I want to, leaving me to focus on how the muscles in his back and ass flex with each thrust.

How rough the thrusts are.

He’s fucking her like he’s mad at her, like he knows exactly how much she can take and he’s going to push her to that line.

He’s never touched me with anything but gentleness.

It’s all too easy to insert myself in her place in my mind. To put myself between them. My exhale comes out almost as a moan, and I pick up my pace, once again matching their fucking. Broderick’s forgotten I’m here. I’m certain of it. Whatever Monroe whispered to him at the start of this drove him to distraction. There’s no way he’d do this if he remembered I was watching…

Unless he’s lying? Unless he sees me as more than a friend, too.

Monroe comes with a cry, arching up to take Broderick’s mouth as he keeps fucking her. He slows down the slightest bit, grinding into her in a way I can almost feel. Pleasure spirals through me, tighter and tighter. With it, unforgivable thoughts surge forth from the careful corral I’ve kept them in until now.

I want him to fuck me like that.

I want her riding my face the way she rode his cock.

I want it at the same time.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t mean to cry out. I really don’t. The sound just slips free as my body goes tight and hot.

I don’t realize there’s silence in the room until a few moments later. I open my eyes to find Broderick has shifted to the side. He brought Monroe with him, is still settled between her spread thighs. Is still…fucking her slowly.

But he’s watching me as he does.

I keep stroking myself, coaxing my pleasure back to a boil. Monroe locks her legs around Broderick’s hips and laughs. “Let us see, Shiloh. Turnabout is fair play, and we just gave you a show.”

Without thinking, I obey. I kick down the blankets. My shirt is bunched around my waist. But the moonlight doesn’t reach me the same way it does them.

“Come here.” This from Broderick. He hardly sounds like himself. He pulls out of Monroe and flips her onto her stomach, moving her roughly like he would a doll. She seems to love it, immediately lifting her hips so he can enter her from behind.

“You heard him.” She reaches out an impatient hand and slaps the mattress next to her head. “Come here, love.”

It feels like my body moves on its own, answering her siren call even as my mind is trying to catch up with this turn of events. If I think too hard, I’ll stop this, so I…don’t. I don’t want to stop. Not yet. Not with Broderick still fucking Monroe while he watches me. I can feel his gaze even if I can’t see his eyes properly in the darkness.

It’s the darkness that makes me bold. Makes me feel like another person entirely, one who can be wild and reckless without consequences. One who hooks the bottom of her shirt and tows it over her head to stand before these two people naked.

Monroe moans. “Good girl. Now get up here.”

I carefully climb onto the mattress, but I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go from here. Monroe decides for me. She hooks my thighs and drags me until my hips are even with her face. “Much better.” She laughs again. “She’s so wet, husband. She likes watching us fuck. I bet she’ll like joining us even more.”

Broderick reaches down and sinks his hand into Monroe’s hair, guiding her face to my pussy. “Make her come again, Bride.”

“Gladly,” she murmurs against my heated flesh. She presses my thighs wide, and then she’s dragging her tongue up my center. She flicks my clit and moans. “Just as sweet as I thought.” Monroe dips back down, and then her tongue is inside me, thrusting deep. I can’t keep my whimper inside. I don’t even try.

She lifts her head just as Broderick shifts his grip to her throat and pulls her up. He takes her mouth, and I freeze as understanding dawns. He’s tasting my pussy on her lips, her tongue. He lifts his head. “More.”

“It’s better directly from the source,” she murmurs. Her features are cast in shadow, but I can clearly see the sinful curve of her lips. “Don’t you want a taste, husband?” She wraps her fingers around the wrist of his free hand, and he allows her to guide his hand down…

Holy shit.

She presses two of his fingers into me. Two of Broderick’s fingers are inside me. I whimper, and