His Brothers Wife (6 page)

“Be mine,” I said, lining the head of my cock up with her opening.

“Yes,” she replied. Her hips lifted, taking me inside her cunt, claiming me as hers. This was our consummation. Bree was mine now, and whatever happened I wasn’t giving her back. Ever.

I had to believe Chad wouldn’t ever recover, but if he did, it didn’t matter. I’d risk whatever scandal arose. Bree was staying with me—she was no longer my brother’s wife. She was mine.

Epilogue

Bree lay replete across my chest, our sweat mingling as we panted. Three months ago, I’d taken her and stepped into my brother’s shoes, but I dared to think I had a better relationship with her than my brother ever had.

As suspected, Chad had never revived from his accident. The family had moved him to a nursing facility specializing in coma patients, but my mother had never quite believed it was Channing in that bed. I saw her looking speculatively at me on more than one occasion, and it was that speculation that had caused me to quit my job—Chad’s actually. Bree and I had packed up and move across the country to a small town that needed a doctor. It was nothing like my work at the hospital in the city, but it made us happy.

We startled as the phone rang beside our new bed, and Bree moaned, sliding off my chest and curling at my side with her head on my shoulder. Her fingers played with the damp hair trailing from my navel to my cock. She liked to tease me, and right now, it was probably a way to distract herself. Her body was rigid with tension as she lay beside me. We’d been purposely vague about our whereabouts, but our family had my phone number.

“Mrs. Bradley is having her baby,” I said minutes later. Bree smiled, but her eyes remained troubled. We lived with the specter of a middle of the night call shattering the world we’d built together. We hadn’t decided what to do if Chad ever woke. It was still a bridge we’d cross later.

I pulled Bree over me and tugged one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue flicked over the peak until she shuddered and her hands pushed to my shoulders.

“Don’t get me all excited,” she begged. “You have a baby to deliver.”

“Contractions are still ten minutes apart. The service asked them to call when they’re closer together. I definitely have time to fuck my wife again.”

I rolled, turning her under me. Her body always welcomed mine.

“Your wife, huh?” she murmured, obviously still bothered by the reminder of Chad.

“You’re mine, no matter what. Whether he wakes or not, you stay with me.” I drove into her then, stealing away any thought by my possession—I’d kill Chad if he came after her. Bree belonged to me, and I’d made a sacred oath to protect her always. If we had to go deeper underground, we would.

“Channing,” she whispered, cupping my face as her eyes squeezed shut. Her body clenched around mine, and her heels dug into the back of my thighs. Adjusting my angle, I ruthlessly pegged her g-spot and was rewarded by her ejaculate steaming around my cock. Pulling from her cunt, I moved down and licked her slit, gathering all the tangy release I loved.

“I’ll always take care of you,” I promised, as I lapped at her while she shook. Knowing she’d chosen me only strengthened my need for her. And I grinned. She jerked, crying out as I nipped her clit. I’d probably smell like sex when I went Mrs. Bradley’s side. Frankly, I didn’t care.

I wanted to world to know I loved my wife.

Or my brother’s wife.

Or whoever she was.

The only thing that mattered was that she was mine.

About the Author

When it comes to books and movies, Brynn has one rule: there must be a happy ending. After that one requirement, anything goes. And it just might in her books.

She lives in Michigan with her husband and two children, who love her despite her occasional threats to smite them. They humor her and let her think she’s a goddess...as long as she provides homemade chocolate chip cookies on a regular basis. Brynn has conducted workshops at several writers’ conferences around the country and enjoys mentoring and meeting new people.

According to Brynn, her writing success can be attributed to an eclectic collection of music, her local road construction crews, a trusty notebook, and of course, her husband, Mr. Inspiration, who puts up with a lot in the name of research.

Coming Soon from Brynn Paulin
Still His Brother’s Wife

When he stole his brother Chad’s identity, Channing O’Connell and his sister-in-law, Briony, moved out west, away from his parents and the comatose man who’s unable to call him on his lie. For the past year, he and Bree have lived in constant fear of Chad waking and telling everyone the truth or worse, coming to claim his woman.

Atop that fear, he and Bree live a far from a vanilla lifestyle—and it may have garnered her a stalker. Someone knows far too much about both of them and the threatening messages make it clear that this person wants Bree in their bed, by force if necessary. As the situation grows stranger and more dangerous, they can’t go to the police without being found out. And they’re both led to wonder if Chad is behind everything.

After all, Bree is still Chad’s wife.

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