His Brothers Wife (4 page)

Her mouth popped free. “Now, Channing. Please.”

As the head of my dick disappeared into her mouth once again, I knew there was no way I could deny her. It was there, right there. I hit the roof of her mouth then slid further, and there was no stopping.

“Fuck!” I gasped as my cum filled her mouth. She swallowed convulsively around me but couldn’t swallow it all. It seeped from the corner of her lips. I yanked her to her feet and claimed her mouth and licked it away. My essence filled my taste buds and mixed with the tangy flavor of her release that had coated me. It just made me want more.

I walked her backward as I ravaged her mouth, wanting to remove all the taste from her. We jolted as we reached the bed, and I shoved her backward. She sprawled on the bed, and I dove for her, yanking her ass to the edge of the mattress. I shoved up her skirt, exposing her pretty pink folds, dripping with her need of me and the deposit I’d made in her. Bending her legs up, I captured her ankles, holding them spread apart and keeping her open to me.

Her arousal had pulled back her pussy lips and left her open as I brought my mouth to her. She shuddered as I dragged my tongue from the back of her cunt and up to her clit. Her flavor was like nothing else I’d ever had.

“Channing,” she called as I breached her clasping passage and fucked her with my tongue. I was on a mission. I wanted all her essence. I needed it. I would have it.

Bree writhed as I licked, but I didn’t release her ankles. She was mine. At least for now. I would fuck her until she didn’t remember what it had ever been like with my brother. She’d never want him, ever.

Letting go of an ankle, I moved my hand to her cunt and drove two fingers inside. She screamed, and I twisted my hand, finding her spongy g-spot with my fingertips as I captured her clit with my teeth.

“Fuck!” she yelled. Her gasps filled the room as she shoved her pussy into my face and a flood streamed over my hand. Sweet, tangy nectar. I licked and sucked, drawing it in while she shuddered. Her leg curled around my shoulders and held me exactly where I wanted to be.

Finally, she went limp beneath me. I grinned as I sank back on my heels and her legs dangled weakly off the edge of the bed. Her palm flattened on her stomach as she tried to catch her breath.

My smile soon faded as I viewed her legs in the gray light coming through the windows. The rain had let up, though it still drizzled down, but the clouds had thinned letting through a little light. And I could see the dark marks mottling Bree’s thighs.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, the urge to go back to the beach house and kill my brother almost unbearable.

“What?” she gasped, pushing up on an elbow.

I didn’t answer. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to a large bruise on the front of her thigh. I knew he hit her, I knew he’d broken her bones—she’d told me so—but seeing the evidence all over the body of this woman I cared for beyond logical reason, enraged me. Working down her leg, I pressed my lips to every bruise and cut then started on the other limb to do the same.

“Channing,” she sighed as I kissed a mark near her cunt. “It’s all right. I’m all right. You’re not gonna let him touch me again.”

“Never,” I promised. “No matter what I have to do.”

I pulled her to her feet and slipped the destroyed shirt off her, thankful I’d secretly packed more clothes in the car. Carefully, I unhooked her bra and pulled it away, tossing it over my shoulder. She giggled as I unfastened the button on her skirt. It fell to her feet, leaving her standing in twisted panties.

“Don’t,” I commanded when she lifted her hands to them. I’d never seen something as sexy as her, a mess from fucking, a mess from
me
fucking her.

The only things that tainted my enjoyment were two large bruises on her torso—one covering her right ribs and the other suspiciously fist-sized on her right hipbone.

I drew the back of my finger along her ribs. “How?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

I scowled. Of course, it hurt. “Right,” I grated. “Can you breathe okay? He kicked you, didn’t he? Are you sure there aren’t any broken ribs—damn it! I could have punctured your lung when we were—”

“Stop,” she said. “I’m okay. He made sure there wasn’t anything broken after he did it.”

“Fucker!” I scoured my knowledge of the body and medicine for a way to kill my twin without a trace.

“Channing, don’t,” she pleaded, cupping my cheek with her hand and making me look into her worried blue eyes. “Don’t do something that will land you in jail and leave me without you.” She lifted up on tiptoes and brushed her soft lips over my mouth.

I groaned and gently pulled her to me. I loved to fuck hard and fast, but I had to be careful with her even in the cuddling.

“Promise me,” she pushed.

I swallowed, bile rolling up my throat.

Leaning back, she gave me a shake—well as much as a person can shake someone so much larger and stronger. “Promise!”

“Okay, okay,” I grumbled. “I promise I won’t kill or maim Chad. I’m not promising I won’t kick the shit out of him—maybe more than once.”

She sighed. “I guess I can’t convince you to come with me.”

I leaned my forehead against her hair. She smelled like lilies, rainwater, sweat and sex. It might always be my favorite scent. And I’d remember her whenever I smelled any of them. “I can’t,” I murmured. “I have my practice here, everything I’ve worked for.”

And it made me feel shitty, picking my life over her, but I’d never promised forever. I just wanted her to be safe from Chad. That’s all I’d ever offered.

“I understand,” she said with a sad smile.

I straightened and turned away, fastening my pants. Hell, I’d never even taken off my shirt. What a bastard. “I’ll go out to the car and get our things.”

Leaving the cabin, I went outside and closed the door. I stood stock-still for a long time, my face to the rain, letting it pelt over me. I wished the world was different and that this all could have a different outcome. It just couldn’t—and I didn’t know how to make it happen.

It was definitely time to turn in my hero card for the schmuck of the year award.

Chapter Four

Bree was digging around in a cabinet, her ass in the air when I reentered the room. “Candles,” she said, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dimness. “Lots of them. Maybe we can light them in the bathroom and take a shower.”

“You go ahead,” I said. I dropped her small bag on the floor. I didn’t have a change of clothes since I thought I’d be back home before anyone noticed me gone.

She frowned, her glee dissipating. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come with me.”

“It’s not that.” It was more disappointment with myself.

“Forget I said anything. Can’t we just enjoy this time? Tomorrow, you can take me to the bus, and I’ll smile and wave goodbye.”

And that just made my mood darker. I forced it aside with some effort. She wanted a good night—I’d give it to her, and I’d exact some revenge on my asshole brother while I was at it. Fucking his wife was pretty good punishment for the bastard.

“Have you ever taped yourself having sex?” I asked.

Her brows drew together. “Uh…no…why?”

“I was thinking we might send Chad a present.” He’d come after me, but it would be worth it. I’d have the excuse to sink my fist into his face.

Bree’s eyes went wide then a slow grin crossed her face. “Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

She nodded. “Before Chad, I was pretty wild. I ran with the Ren Faire crowd, teaching and demonstrating medieval swordplay. Well, and that crowd can get pretty insane after hours. I think that scared Chad—one of the reasons he hit me. Keeping me in line, he’d say. Keeping me from going back to my heathen ways. He freaked out the only time I mentioned any of the stuff I liked then he got violent. Of course, he never did the stuff I said.”

“What do you like?” I couldn’t help asking. If Bree had been my woman, I would have seen her as an adventure, not someone to keep down.

“Wax.” She glanced at the candles. “Being held down. Being shared.” So she would have been okay with that, had Chad gotten our cousin to say yes. “Anal…or a toy in there while fucking. Gosh, there are so many things I like. At night at the faire, sometimes my partner and I would have sex while everyone watched us.” She grinned at me. “Scared yet?”

“Hell no.” Actually, I was wondering if that college kid was available…or interested. Yeah. He’d be interested.

“Why don’t you light those candles and hop in the shower,” I said. “I’ll be back.”

“You’re not running?”

“Absolutely not.”

* * * *

Fifteen minutes later, Peter and I came into the cabin. I hadn’t missed my mark. He wanted Bree.

The water was running and the flicker of candlelight came through the doorway. I figured she hadn’t been in the shower long. It would have taken a few minutes to light all the candles in the bathroom and in here.

“You’re sure she’s cool with it?” Peter asked.

“Positive.”

I stripped off my clothes as I walked to the bathroom and saw Peter doing the same from the corner of my eye.

“I’m back, baby,” I said as I stepped into the shower. “I have a present for you.”

“What?”

I pulled her into my arms and pressed her face to my chest. Turning, I leaned on the wall and nodded for Peter to step into the enclosure. His cock was at full mast when he entered, and I have to say, I was a little jealous of his length, but I had him on girth. “Stay still and keep your arms around me,” I ordered Bree.

“What?” she exclaimed. My fingers buried in her hair, and I kept her positioned so she couldn’t see the other man. She moaned as he moved behind her. His cock brushed her ass as his hands smoothed over her body. I could feel him weighing her breasts and pulling at her nipples.

With my free hand, I reached down and fingered her cunt. Peter joined me there, and we both pushed two digits into her sopping passage.

“Oh my God! So full!” she cried as we worked her. “More!”

Peter grinned at me over her shoulder, and I knew he’d be up for this whole encounter, but I had to make it good for Bree. As soon as she came, I pulled my hand away. Peter lazily continued his fucking, enjoying the feel of my woman. I slipped to the side, and he pressed her to the shower wall, still keeping her from seeing him.

“Don’t even try to look, or I’ll make him leave,” I promised.

“I’ll be good,” she vowed.

With a nod from Peter, I went back into the room. I needed a blindfold. After looking around for something suitable, I decided her destroyed shirt would be perfect. I tore off the sleeve then pulled my cell phone from my pocket. Carefully, I propped it on the table and checked the angle to see that we’d get a good video and that the candles provided enough light. Yeah, Chad was in for a show.

Satisfied, I headed back to the shower. Bree was moaning, and I could only guess what Peter was doing. Ah, yes… I slipped back the curtain. He had a handful of her hair and had bent her forward. His long cock plowed in and out of her grasping cunt.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” I said. Stepping forward, I wrapped the blindfold around her head. “There. Now you won’t be tempted. Ready for Chad’s gift?”

“Yes,” she groaned. “Oh yes!”

But I wasn’t sure if she was answering me or responding to Peter’s long drives. I motioned toward the bed with my head, and since Peter had been clued in, he immediately pulled free of Bree then headed in to lie across the mattress. I carefully dried Bree then led her into the main room.

“He’s on the bed,” I said. “I want to watch you ride him. Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Stay right here a sec.” Crossing to the table, I switched on the camera. Goosebumps coated Bree’s fair skin when I returned. Taking her hand, I brought her to the mattress then told her to crawl to her lover.

Even blindfolded, she found him easily. Peter guided her to his cock, and we all groaned as she sank onto it. I came up behind her and rubbed my cock on her firm ass while I grasped her breasts.

“Harder,” she whispered, bowing her back so she could lean into me while she bounced up and down on Peter’s cock. I angled her so the camera would get a better view, and I looked at it, giving my brother a smirk then the finger.

It was time. After spitting in my hand, I ran it along my cock. Carefully, I bent Bree toward Peter then pressed the head of my cock to her ass. I should have loosened her, but I guessed “wild” Bree would like it this way. I flattened my hand on the small of her back and guided the head of my shaft with the other. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed into the tight sphincter. Bree cried out and I froze, feeling the squeeze of her body on my tip while we moved together.

“More,” she gasped. “Channing! Give me all of it!”

“Say my name again,” I growled.