His Brothers Wife by Brynn Paulin Page A

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    “Did you need something?” she asked suddenly, interrupting my torrid thoughts.
    Oh God, I sure did need something.
    Yesterday, the sight of her round ass had aroused me as she’d bent into the refrigerator, and it still haunted me. My cock jumped, making me glad for the loose, untucked shirt, which hid my condition. If it wouldn’t have terrified her, I would have moved behind her yesterday and pressed to the tempting crease that had been defined by her shorts.
    Would she have realized it was me and not Chad? Could she tell the difference between us by touch? If in the dark, I buried myself in her sweet cunt, would she know it wasn’t her husband plowing into her? Could I bear for her to call out my brother’s name?
    She cleared her throat, and I realized I’d lost my battle. She seemed nervous but less about me ogling her and more about Chad. She glanced toward the window, and I knew he worried her. If Chad found us together, even innocently, there was no telling what he’d do.
    Which meant, I’d better get moving on my plan.
    I swallowed back my lust. I’d never get what I desired. I could only be the knight in tarnished armor who’d save her from her abusive situation.
    Suck it up, Chan. That’s all you’re getting . “They’re going to be drinking and horsing around down on the beach all night. It seems to me that you’re not really into that.”
    “No. Not really. It’s okay. Chad doesn’t like to have me around while he drinks, anyway. I, um, cramp his style.”
    She looked at the cup in her hand as if she’d forgotten that she even held it. Shaking her head, she put it in the drain rack then pulled the plug on the sink. Taking a deep breath, she pushed a hand through her blonde hair, absently working out the knots the wind had twisted into it earlier.
    “I shouldn’t have said that. Um, really, did you need something? I should find Chad’s vodka and take it down to him before he’s out of beer. I…well—”
    “I know,” I cut in. “He’s always been an ass when he’s drunk. The bottle’s probably in the cupboard above the stove.” Moving around her and covertly sucking in a breath of her lily-scented skin, I found the bottle quickly but didn’t hand it to her. I had to enact my plan before she took the booze and slipped away. “Give this to him then come out to my car. We’re going for a ride. That group will get pretty rowdy down there—even up at the house, there’ll be no peace.”
    Her brows furrowed. Clearly, she wanted to go but was afraid of what Chad would do if she left. Judging from the bruises I’d seen, she had good reason to be terrified of my brother’s iron fist.
    “Never mind,” I said. “Go out to the car now, and I’ll go clear it with him.” A lie, but hell, she didn’t need to know.
    “He won’t like that. He doesn’t like me to be around other men.”
    Unless it was for his sexual pleasure. I’d caught Chad offering her to one of our cousins if he could watch. It shamed me to think that if he’d offered the same to me, I might have said yes. Unlike Chad, I would have made sure it was good for her, though I’m not sure how much she’d have appreciated the swapping or being on display. Somehow, I didn’t think it was something Bree would have done willingly.
    I forced a bright smile I didn’t feel. “Hey, I’m not other men. I’m his brother. Who could you be safer with?”
    Without her answer, I headed for the door. I had to get her out of here. Her life depended on it, and it was well-past time to enact the cockeyed, half-assed plan I’d thought up while watching Chad’s erratic behavior today.
    There might never be another opportunity.
    I headed toward the bonfire someone had started on the beach. I knew from experience it would be a long night of alcohol and drunken behavior. That was the MO for every Friday night of the O’Connell’s annual reunions. I wouldn’t be joining in. I never did. It’s not my thing. Catching one