Monroe climbs into the truck first. She practically lands in my lap, and then her mouth is on mine. The kiss is messy and a little rough. Fuck, this woman drives me wild. It’s not a comfortable feeling, but I’m slowly getting used to how much I enjoy it.

She leans back and uses her thumb to wipe her lipstick from my mouth. “Missed you.”

“Liar.”

“Only a little.” She laughs. “Are you coming, Shiloh?”

That’s when I notice that Shiloh hasn’t gotten into the truck. She’s staring at us with a strange expression on her face, one I’ve never seen before. It almost appears to be a cross between jealousy and longing, but I afraid to assume. Monroe promised me that we wouldn’t bully Shiloh into doing anything she doesn’t want to do, but part me can’t help the suspicion that she was only in our bed last night for Monroe. Yeah, she got off on my fingers, but it was Monroe’s tongue that pushed her over the edge.

Shiloh gives herself a shake. “Yeah, I’m coming.” She hefts herself up into the truck and shuts the door.

Monroe slides off my lap but stays pressed to my side. “I’d like a favor, husband.”

“What?”

She walks her fingers up my thigh, and it’s everything I can do to keep my physical reaction to a minimum. “I’m parched. I’d like to go get a drink.”

On the other side of her, Shiloh narrows her eyes. “That’s the second time this week.”

“What can I say? I like what I like.” Monroe laughs. “Come out with us, love. It’ll be fun.” She sinks enough innuendo into fun to launch a thousand ships.

Shiloh hesitates but finally nods. “Okay. I guess I could use a drink.”

“That’s our girl,” Monroe murmurs.

Our girl.

The shared term goes straight to my head. As hard as I get off on going head-to-head with Monroe, working together is so much more intoxicating. I keep waiting for the feeling to fade, but it only seems to grow stronger the more time we spend on the same wavelength. It’s enough to make me forget myself, forget the reasons I’m here.

For Shiloh.

For my brothers.

For the faction.