I want her riding my face the way she rode his cock.

I want it at the same time.

My orgasm takes me by surprise. I don’t mean to cry out. I really don’t. The sound just slips free as my body goes tight and hot.

I don’t realize there’s silence in the room until a few moments later. I open my eyes to find Broderick has shifted to the side. He brought Monroe with him, is still settled between her spread thighs. Is still…fucking her slowly.

But he’s watching me as he does.

I keep stroking myself, coaxing my pleasure back to a boil. Monroe locks her legs around Broderick’s hips and laughs. “Let us see, Shiloh. Turnabout is fair play, and we just gave you a show.”

Without thinking, I obey. I kick down the blankets. My shirt is bunched around my waist. But the moonlight doesn’t reach me the same way it does them.

“Come here.” This from Broderick. He hardly sounds like himself. He pulls out of Monroe and flips her onto her stomach, moving her roughly like he would a doll. She seems to love it, immediately lifting her hips so he can enter her from behind.

“You heard him.” She reaches out an impatient hand and slaps the mattress next to her head. “Come here, love.”

It feels like my body moves on its own, answering her siren call even as my mind is trying to catch up with this turn of events. If I think too hard, I’ll stop this, so I…don’t. I don’t want to stop. Not yet. Not with Broderick still fucking Monroe while he watches me. I can feel his gaze even if I can’t see his eyes properly in the darkness.

It’s the darkness that makes me bold. Makes me feel like another person entirely, one who can be wild and reckless without consequences. One who hooks the bottom of her shirt and tows it over her head to stand before these two people naked.

Monroe moans. “Good girl. Now get up here.”

I carefully climb onto the mattress, but I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go from here. Monroe decides for me. She hooks my thighs and drags me until my hips are even with her face. “Much better.” She laughs again. “She’s so wet, husband. She likes watching us fuck. I bet she’ll like joining us even more.”

Broderick reaches down and sinks his hand into Monroe’s hair, guiding her face to my pussy. “Make her come again, Bride.”