Greedy bastard that I am, I devour the sight of each bit of her revealed. Small breasts, pale-pink nipples. What feels like miles and miles of skin I want to kiss every inch of. Monroe hooks her fingers into the waistband of Shiloh’s jeans. “More?”
“More,” she whispers.
I hold my breath as Monroe works the top button and drags down the zipper. She eases Shiloh’s jeans off, moving to kneel as she does. Shiloh carefully steps out of her pants, and Monroe wastes no time skimming off her black panties and then she’s naked and…
Fuck.
Monroe stands, and it’s impossible not to compare the two women, not to notice how Shiloh is taller but built leaner, how Monroe’s curves are a bit more pronounced, as if whatever creator made her decided to balance the shorter height with more everywhere else. Shiloh has scars covering her legs, but she’s obviously self-conscious about them, so while I look my fill, I don’t linger longer there than I do anywhere else. Hips and stomach and breasts and her heart-breakingly beautiful face.
I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
Shiloh gulps in a breath. “You’re staring.”
“I’m enjoying the view.” My voice has gone deep and rumbling, but I can’t help it. “It’s like a buffet, and it’s all for me.”
“It’s all for us.” Monroe arches a brow and cups one of Shiloh’s breasts. “This isn’t some male power fantasy.”
“Honestly, that makes it better.” Their bond is so unexpected, but without it, we wouldn’t be in this position. Shiloh has friends within our group, of course, but even after all this time, she holds part of herself back with everyone but me.
Now Monroe has joined that exception. I don’t understand it, but I’m not about to question it. Especially when she obviously feels something for Shiloh; she wouldn’t be so protective otherwise.
Monroe tugs Shiloh’s hair tie out and sifts her fingers through her long dark hair. “Here’s how this is going to go. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day, so I’m going to lay you down and fuck you with my tongue.” She glances at me, mischief alighting in her green eyes. “I think Broderick is famished for you, too, so I’m going to be nice and share—a little.”
“Kind of you,” I grind out.
“I’m a giver like that.” She turns back to Shiloh. “You have a problem with that plan?”
“No…” She swallows hard. “But, I want to, ah, return the favor.”
“So shy now that we’ve got you naked.” Monroe laughs. “You were just talking about how you want Broderick to come inside me so you can taste it later.” She pauses. “On that note, do we need to use protection? That ship has kind of already sailed for us, but if you’d feel more comfortable—”
Shiloh looks away, not meeting either of our gazes. “It’s a non-issue for me. I haven’t been with anyone but you in…a very long time, and I can’t have.”
Monroe blinks and then narrows her eyes. “Tell me your parents didn’t do that to you.”
It takes me a beat longer to connect the dots. Shiloh hasn’t had any procedures since she joined up with us, especially something that would lay her out for a bit like that. Which meant it happened before, but she was only on her own for a little bit between us and…
Her parents did this to her.
Cold fury hits me in a wave. I open my mouth to demand confirmation that her parents truly took that choice from her, but she gives me a pleading look, stopping me short. “They didn’t do it to me. I bribed a doctor to tie my tubes when I was nineteen. I didn’t want…” She hesitates. “I would rather not talk about it.”
Maybe that should make me feel better, that she chose it for herself, but I can’t stop thinking about a nineteen-year-old version of my best friend going through that procedure alone, without any support, because she was so scared of continuing the legacy her parents forced on her. “Shiloh—”
“We don’t have to talk about it, love. You don’t have to justify your choice to either of us.” Monroe brushes Shiloh’s hair back from her face tenderly. She kisses her, soft and sweet, and gives her a nudge toward the bed. “Now lie down and spread your legs for me.”
As Shiloh moves on unsteady legs to obey, Monroe stalks to me and grabs a fistful of my shirt. “Get your head in the game,” she snarls, so low, I can barely hear her. “She doesn’t need either of our anger right now. Snap out of it.”
“Maybe it’s that easy for you, but it’s not for me.” I stare down at her. I have to look at Monroe, because if I look at Shiloh, I might fucking snap. “I can’t just shake off the knowledge that—”