Free His Brothers Wife by Brynn Paulin

 
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    I was about to cross the line and keep on going. When it comes to family matters, a guy isn’t supposed to betray his brother, but I had every intention of doing just that.
    I tamped down anger as I studied my sister-in-law, Briony. Though she tried, she couldn’t hide the bruises peppering her body, bruises that I knew came from my asshole of a twin brother, Chad. Even now, a dark discoloration had formed on her temple courtesy of him.
    Fucker.
    Chad has always deemed himself far above the rest of the world, the lord and master of all he touched. Apparently, that included his wife, who was currently scrubbing a glass at the kitchen sink. She didn’t realize I stood in the doorway behind her as she washed the dishes her husband had volunteered her to do.
    Working to control myself, I looked out the window. That didn’t help. As soon as I laid eyes on the scene, I wished I could just go down to where my brother frolicked with our cousins and kick the shit out of him. Would anyone stop me? They were all getting drunk out of their minds—again. It seemed to be the way of these holiday family reunions. This Fourth of July was no different.
    I looked back at Bree, and something stirred inside me. It happened whenever I got near her, and truthfully, it shamed me—that whole fucking brother’s wife thing. My lust for my brother’s wife was unacceptable. Bree was off-limits, whether or not Chad was an asshole.
    Angrily, I glared at him out the window before I examined Bree’s lush curves yet again. One of these days, I’d trace her hips with my palms and pull her back hard to my aching erection. Then I’d pushed my hand beneath her skirt to find her damp panties—
    Fuck!
    Why the hell did Chad have a woman like her? He didn’t deserve her. I knew that without a shadow of a doubt. Oh sure, my brother came across as happy-go-lucky, a man on vacation without a care in the world. He was a newlywed, deeply in love with his new wife of eighteen months, right? Hell, he was probably one of those that hit her then bawled about how much he loved her as he blamed her for his out-of-control fists.
    “Briony.”
    She jumped, nearly dropping the cup she’d been washing as she spun toward me. Her face went white. “Chad—”
    As suddenly as it had appeared, the fear seemed to melt from her.
    “Channing,” she whispered. “Sorry. I thought you were Chad.”
    “Are you all right?” I asked, my gaze riveted to the fingers of her left hand as she unconsciously rubbed her temple. That damn, ostentatious diamond winked at me. “Do you want me to look at that bruise?”
    She laughed, the sound brittle as she attempted to act calm. “I don’t need a doctor, Dr. O’Connell. I’ve had worse than this. Besides…the other Dr. O’Connell has already looked at it.”
    “Okay.” I wanted to say more, oh so much more. I sank my hands into my pockets. “How did you know it was me? Even my mom has trouble telling Chad and me apart. My dad doesn’t even try anymore.”
    “Really?” Briony asked. “I’m stunned to hear that. I know you’re supposedly identical, but you looked so different from Chad. Your hair’s a little darker than his. Your eyes are slightly larger. You stand differently, too. I don’t think you’re anything like him.”
    I smiled as her statement filled me with pleasure. “You’re the only one to think so.”
    She made a small disgusted sound. “All anyone has to do is look at the two of you.”
    Briony crossed her arms under her breasts, and I fought the urge to drop my gaze to her chest. My mouth watered to taste the nipples that pressed against her thin, white blouse. I wanted to draw those firm peaks into my mouth and suck them until she begged me to fuck her. And then, and only then, I’d spread her beautiful thighs and trail my tongue through her weeping slit, licking her and teasing her until she screamed for me. Finally, I’d rise over her and drive home my