“Broderick.” She doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look away from my pussy. “Hold her legs for me?”

“Sure.” He hooks my other thigh on the outside of his knee, keeping me wide for them. It takes some maneuvering with the table. He can’t spread me as wide as he obviously wants to, but he manages to hold me open as Shiloh continues to deliver those teasing little strokes down either side of my pussy, parting me in a teasing rhythm.

For a moment, I think she really will tease me until I beg, but Shiloh curses and shoves two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back, and I can’t help crying out when she adds a third. With her other hand, she idly strokes my clit. The light contact contrasted with her fingers slowly, thoroughly fucking me has me writhing. Or at least I would writhe if Broderick weren’t pinning me in place, a butterfly spread out for their ministrations.

“I…” I can’t catch my breath. I can’t do anything but take it. I was supposed to be in control of this situation, but I’ve quickly barreled past the point of no return. There’s no holding out, no trying to make this last. Against their touch, I don’t stand a chance.

I come with a cry that Broderick swallows down in a kiss, owning my mouth just as much as Shiloh owns my pussy. She eases me down, but not all the way. I’m still shaking when she sits back and clears her throat. “Monroe. Truth or dare?”

Chapter 22

Shiloh

I know what this is. I understand what they’re doing. Monroe recognized my lie the moment I told it last night, and she’s not one to let something like that go unanswered. She wants us both in her bed, and she’s not going to stop until it happens.

I didn’t expect Broderick to be on board with it.

Or for the two of them to work together so seamlessly.

But here we are, in the back room of this bar, Monroe still shaking from her orgasm, and Broderick looking at me like I’m the next thing on the menu. Things have changed while I wasn’t looking, and now I’m adrift. If I were smart, I’d cut and run now. Nothing good comes from continuing this game that feels like anything but.

Except… I don’t want to stop.

I stare down at Monroe’s pussy, pink and swollen with pleasure and so wet, she’s leaving a damp spot on Broderick’s thigh. I can’t see his cock from this position, but knowing it’s there, hard and aching from Monroe’s mouth…

I really, really don’t want to stop.

I’m not fearless, though. I can’t take this step on my own.

"Dare," Monroe finally gasps.

“I dare you to fuck Broderick.”