I’m so fucking close, I’m shaking. Just…not yet. “Broderick.” I gasp. “Truth or dare?”
No hesitation. “Dare.”
“Kiss me.” It’s not even a proper dare, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Broderick hesitates, and that might be enough to have me running for the hills, but Monroe doesn’t give me a chance. She leans over and digs one hand into my hair and the clasps the back of Broderick’s neck with the other. It’s the barest amount of pressure, but it doesn’t matter. I’m too eager to stop this. I’m the one who voiced the dare, after all.
His breath ghosts against my lips, and then his mouth is on mine. All of his hesitation seems to have been used up in that first moment, because his hand between my legs tenses before he’s hauling me closer so he can take my mouth properly. And he does take my mouth. Broderick’s kiss is a claiming. He dominates with teeth and tongue, and it’s too late for me. I’m coming all over his fingers, sobbing into his mouth with pleasure.
Broderick pulls back a little, and then Monroe is there, taking a kiss of her own. She doesn’t let me sink into it the same way, though. She leans back and looks at my face. “I would like to fuck you properly, Shiloh. Will you let us?”
Us.
If I say yes, there’s no going back, but the truth is there was going back the moment I agreed to play this game. I find myself nodding, my brain still fuzzy from the orgasm. “Yes.”
“Perfect.” She presses a kiss to Broderick’s lips. “Sorry, love. You’re going to have to nurse a case of blue balls for a little bit.”
“Wait.”
They both look at me. It’s Broderick who answers, “Change your mind?”
“No.” The word comes out too intense, but I don’t want either of them to think, for a single moment, that I’m not 100 percent ready to take this to its natural conclusion. Okay, maybe not 100 percent, but certainly ready enough to go for it. I clear my throat. “Finish this here—I want you both to come.” Broderick’s fingers twitch inside me, which propels me to continue. “I want you to fill her up. I want to taste you there the next time I go down on her.”
Monroe gives a strangled laugh. “You’re so fucking wicked.”
Broderick doesn’t look like he wants to laugh. He stares at me like he’s never seen me before. The moment stretches out between the three of us, thick and sticky and filled with things I don’t know how to put in words. Luckily, they move before I have to figure out how.
He slips his hand from my panties, but I don’t have a chance to mourn the loss because he hooks the back of my neck and tows me in for a kiss. This one is just 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.