“Shut. Up.” She gives me a shake. “Either take off your clothes and get ready to fuck us properly, or leave right now and I’ll do it alone.”
I want to yell that it’s not a fair choice to make, but… It is. It’s more than fair. Shiloh has made her needs very clear, and stopping everything to talk about something she obviously doesn’t want to talk about is the height of selfishness. Right now, all she wants is pleasure with none of the pain.
I can give her that.
I will happily work with the woman at my side to give her that. The woman who seems to see parts of Shiloh so much clearer than I do, who will happily fight to give her what she needs. In this moment, seeing the vicious look on Monroe’s face, the last of my lingering anger at her drains away, leaving something both soft and fierce in its wake.
I take a slow breath and exhale the tension out of my shoulders as best I can. I carefully remove Monroe’s fists from the front of my shirt and give them a squeeze. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
One look at the bed, at Shiloh lying there with her legs spread, shaking a little, and I can barely get my next words out. I lift my voice a little. “We both want a taste. I think we can be polite and take turns.”
“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
