Monroe shifts to the side a little as I climb onto the bed, making some space for me. Not nearly enough, though, and I take great pleasure in wedging myself down beside her, lifting one of Shiloh’s thighs over my shoulder to make room. My hand slides over the smoother stripes of her scars, but I don’t linger. I don’t want her to feel self-conscious, and I also can’t afford to get distracted by a murderous rage right now.

Monroe’s mouth is glossy from Shiloh’s pussy, and I kiss her. There’s no artifice in it. No strategy. I kiss her because I want to, because I crave the combination of these two women on my tongue.

I only lift my head when I can taste Monroe alone. She blinks at me, her lips curving in a surprisingly sweet smile. “I see your head is back in the game.”

Shiloh props herself up on her elbows. “Can we—”

“Hush.” Monroe turns her head and kisses Shiloh’s inner thigh.

Shiloh blinks. “Um.”

“We’re discussing strategy.” Monroe skates a hand over her lower stomach and parts Shiloh’s pussy. “Isn’t she pretty?”

My throat goes dry. “Yeah.” Pretty and pink and already wet from what Monroe was doing with her tongue. I’ve felt Shiloh, had her coming around my fingers, but something about seeing her in the fading light of the day makes this a thousand times realer. “She’s fucking perfect.”

“Look at that, we can agree on something.” Monroe shifts, nuzzling Shiloh’s thigh a little higher. “Why don’t you have a taste, husband? You’ve been so patient. I’d say you earned it.”

I glance at Shiloh’s face, trying to gauge if she’s still on board with this. She worries her bottom lip, her eyes seemingly huge on her face. Maybe this really is a mistake. Maybe I’m damning all three of us for indulging my selfish desires. Maybe—

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Monroe says it almost fondly. She drags her fingers through Shiloh’s folds and presses them to my lip. “Taste.”

I suck her fingers into my mouth. I could pretend it’s a reflexive move, but the truth is that I’m dying for a taste, no matter what method is available to me. A guttural groan slips free as I play my tongue over Monroe’s fingers.

“That’s right,” she whispers. “She’s so sweet, I could eat her for hours. Tastes even better from the source.” She slips her fingers from my mouth and traces them along my jaw to the nape of my neck.

I don’t fight her as she guides me closer to Shiloh, as she positions my mouth right over Shiloh’s clit. I don’t even think to resist, not when this is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long.