Broderick is on his stomach facing away from us. The position gives me an excellent view of his broad back and the reddened scratches marking it. Scratches originating with both me and Monroe. I shiver. The sheet is gathered low on his hips, revealing the upper curve of his ass, and I have the strangest desire to bend down and bite him.

If last night is anything to go by, doing so will ensure we don’t talk about anything at all for hours. While that’s an attractive solution to avoid uncomfortable topics, I can’t shake the feeling that the moment this stops and we’re forced to separate, Broderick to his duties and Monroe to hers, this fragile truce between them—between us—will end.

We need to talk some things out before then.

Still, I can’t help running my hand down Broderick’s spine. There’s a scar beneath his left shoulder blade, a slashing line that must have come from a knife. It’s faded with age, an injury he had long before we met. There are a lot of those to go around.

He shifts beneath my touch, but the only move he makes is to turn his face to us. “Morning.”

Monroe sighs and drops her arm. “The fact that Shiloh hasn’t leaped up to sit on my face means we’re talking.”

He nods against the pillow. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

Broderick hefts himself out of bed, and I’m struck speechless all over again at the sight of him naked. His body isn’t perfect. He’s broad and muscular, but the man will never have a six-pack because he just doesn’t give a shit about stuff like that. He pads into the closet, and Monroe nudges me with her knee. “Stop staring at him like that, or he’s going to have an uncomfortable walk down to the kitchen with a giant hard-on. I need my coffee, Shiloh. You know what I’m like before caffeine.”

Broderick reappears wearing a pair of low-slung lounge pants and nothing else. He shouldn’t look even better with pants on than he did naked, but logic has no reason when it comes to Broderick apparently. Especially now that I’ve had his hands and mouth all over me, his cock deep inside me. He eyes us. “Stay out of trouble until I get back.”

Monroe stretches, arching her back, and both of us follow the way her breasts bounce just a little with the movement. She grins. “No promises.”

“Thought not.” He shakes his head, a small smile pulling at the edges of his lips as he leaves the room.