Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He nudges my legs to drape over the outside of his and cups my breasts. “Stay here until someone dares you otherwise.”
I shiver. “Still too open-ended.”
“So sue me.” He rolls my nipples between his fingers, drawing them to hard points. He’s not even touching my pussy, depriving me of the contact I desperately need as pleasure builds inside me. I turn my head to look at Shiloh. She’s staring at his hands on my breasts and shifting in her seat as if looking for the same kind of contact I am.
Not yet, baby.
I could pretend it’s all part of the plan when I gasp, “Truth or dare, Shiloh.”
“Dare.”
Right now, I can’t think of the plan, the proper steps. I’m too turned on. I just need to orgasm. “Make me come, baby.”
She scoots close and, after a quick look at Broderick, hesitates. For his part, he ignores her. Smart man. He must realize how skittish she still is because he starts kissing my shoulder, my neck, all of his attention seemingly focused on my breasts.
Once she realizes he won’t interfere, Shiloh huffs out a breath and cups my pussy though my panties. I can’t hold back my moan at the touch; I don’t even try. She drags her knuckle down the center of my panties and then back up again to press against my clit. The next descent, she moves back enough to hook her fingers inside the lace and move it away from my heated flesh. “It’s a shame I can’t see you,” she murmurs.
Broderick doesn’t hesitate. He nudges her back and moves me easily to sit facing her. Without missing a beat, he wraps a hand around one thigh, and Shiloh shoves my other leg wide. “Better.” She tugs my panties to the side again.
I look down, feeling Broderick doing the same. My pussy is framed by the black lace, pink and glistening with need. Shiloh parts me with two fingers as if offering the view up for our pleasure. “I should tease you.”
“Don’t.” I sound needy, but I can’t help it. They’ve barely touched me and I’m so fucking close.
“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.”