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 kids.”

Monroe blinks and then narrows her eyes. “Tell me your parents didn’t do that to you.”