The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 22

If you had told me two weeks ago, when I moved into this apartment, that I’d get here, about to help this married couple’s sex life by showing them how to please each other, I would have been shocked—but only because I know Caleb Goode can’t stand me.

I’m doing this for her. Even when Caleb and Briar fight, I can see how much they care about each other. They belong to each other in a way I used to find repulsive to even think about. I don’t want to belong to anyone. I don’t want to feel obligated to give anyone my time or attention.

But Briar is so refreshing. After this morning, I can see the way Briar silently pleads for more. The way she’s dying for me to teach her dirty, bad, terrible things. She doesn’t think she’s allowed to ask for these things, but I can see the way she wants them.

He wants them, too. He’s just too afraid to ask her for them. He always was a stubborn jerk.

When I walk over to the house, Caleb is standing outside the back door, waiting for me.

“You’re not going to turn me away now, are you?” I ask with a coy smirk.

He doesn’t smile in return. “I want to explain the underwear,” he says flatly.

I pause. “I don’t think you have to explain.”

“It was a reflex. I don’t know why I did it, but it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure,” I chuff.

“I’m serious,” he replies. “I didn’t keep them to jack off and think about you, so don’t get any crazy ideas in your head.”

“Just so I know we’re talking about the same thing here. You’re telling me that you’re not attracted to me, right? And you kept my underwear in your pocket by accident.”

He hesitates, and I watch the rolling movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

“That’s what I’m saying,” he replies weakly.

Stepping forward, I place a hand on his chest. “Relax. I believe you. Because how fucked up would it be for you to out your brother and get him kicked out when he was only seventeen if you yourself were queer?”

“I didn’t—” he starts.

For the record, I don’t actually believe him. I know plenty of guys become major hypocrites when they hide their own identity behind ignorant behavior.

“Save it. I don’t want to get into this tonight. I just want to help Briar. That’s why we’re doing this, right?”

“Right.”

We’re standing chest to chest, and he’s gazing into my eyes as if he has something else to say. I don’t back down or move away.

“This is for Briar,” he mutters.

My lips twitch with a smile. Again, I don’t believe him.

A moment later, the back door opens and Briar appears with a nervous expression on her face. She lifts a white monitor in her hand. “I figure we should go to your place. I have this in case she wakes up.”

My brow furrows as I stare at the thing in her hand. I can’t say I’ve ever had to worry about a kid waking up before, but this is a very real circumstance for them. With a shrug, I turn back toward the apartment, and I feel them follow.

It’s not until we are inside that I notice Briar has on a little makeup. Her hair is curled, and she’s wearing a black cotton dress that makes her ass look fucking delicious. More than anything, I find it sort of endearing that she got herself dolled up for this.

“Need a drink?” I ask as I go to the kitchenette. “You can have one to calm your nerves, but no more than that.” When I turn back to find them staring at me with confusion, I add, “It’s important to keep your head straight.”

“Yes, please,” Briar responds, going for the glasses in the cabinet.

Caleb settles on a beer from the fridge instead.

“So…what exactly are we doing?” Briar asks. Her eager curiosity is my favorite thing. She really is so innocent, yet so ready to be corrupted. I can’t fucking wait to be the one to do it.

“We have to set some limits, which are up to you two. Briar, you obviously love to be submissive, so I can show Caleb how to be more dominant.”

She looks stiff as a board as she watches me talk, her hand gripping the glass so tightly her knuckles are white.

“You and I won’t have sex,” I say, thinking it’s what she needs to calm her nerves. But when she just looks more confused, I go on, “That’s a hard limit, right?”

“Yes,” she stammers. “Of course.”

“Don’t look so disappointed,” Caleb says to me, his tone dripping with sarcasm, and suddenly I find myself swallowing a laugh.

“Look,” I say to dissolve the tension. “You clearly like being the center of attention and Caleb found it arousing to watch us kiss. So for now, we can touch each other, but no penetration.”

Briar chokes on her wine.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I ask, seeing her jittery reaction.

“I’m sure,” she replies assuredly.

Then I turn toward Caleb. “Are you sure about this?”

His brow is set in a tense scowl as he looks between us. “No penetration. We are doing this to conceive, after all, so letting another man come inside you probably isn’t the wisest thing to do.”

“Right,” I say before taking a drink.

I don’t bother telling them that even if sex were on the table, they don’t need to worry about that from me. I haven’t seen my dick unload in…three months? Or is it four now?

“You call the shots,” I say, looking at Briar. “If you want to stop, we stop. Just say the word, okay?”

“Okay,” she replies.

Even after everything at the club, I’ve never been with a woman like Briar. She embodies everything that is good and pure. And I desperately want to be the one to defile her.

Which gives me an idea.

This entire time, Caleb has seen his wife as someone he’s not supposed to disgrace. Someone he’s supposed to protect. Someone he’s supposed to keep pure and good.

But I’m willing to bet he would love ruining her as much as I would, as would she.

Leaning over, I delicately take the wineglass from Briar’s hand. Stroking her hair, I say, “You are such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Instantly, her shoulders press back, and she holds her head higher.

“Yes,” she says with slight hesitancy.

“And you’re going to do exactly as we say, aren’t you?”

Obediently, she nods.

“Even if it’s a little dirty?”

She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth innocently.

“Yes,” she hums in response.

“First, I want you to strip down to your panties and your bra and go kneel in the middle of the room for me and wait. Okay?”

“Okay,” she replies.

Caleb and I stand next to each other as we watch Briar pull off her dress and shoes. I see the way his eyes drink in her body, watching her with desire.

“You heard her,” I say, glancing over at him. “She’ll do whatever we want. So tonight, imagine she’s not your wife. She’s just a pretty little angel who has ended up at our mercy. Just think of all the depraved things we can do with her.”

The effect this is having on him is apparent. His next inhale shakes with anticipation; his fists are clenched at his sides.

He tugs open the top button of his shirt, methodically working each one all the way down. The sight of his fingers slipping them through has me feeling unexpectedly entranced.

Briar waits patiently on her knees, staring down at the floor. She does look like an angel in those white lace panties and bra. Not a drop of ink on her porcelain skin.

After Caleb gets his shirt undone, he slips it from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest, and once again, it feels difficult to tear my eyes away. Caleb has a broad frame and thick arms that I didn’t realize he was hiding under those loose-fitting shirts. It’s obvious he works out, but probably not as much as he wants to.

Reaching over my head, I tug my own shirt off quickly. Caleb is already walking toward Briar, so I meet him in the middle of the room, each of us standing on either side of her.

“Is that what you want, angel?” he whispers. “You want me to pretend you’re not my wife? You want me to make a filthy woman out of you?”

She turns her gaze upward and meets his. With a wicked little smirk on her face, she nods.

“Yes, I do.”

He holds her delicately by her chin. And I watch with keen interest as he slides his hand up her jaw, slowly easing two fingers into her mouth. She sucks on them while staring into his eyes. And even though she just said she doesn’t want to be his wife tonight, there sure is a lot of adoration on her face.

After pulling his fingers from her mouth, he moves them to the back of her head. Grabbing her hair at the scalp, he tilts her head back.

“I want you to take his cock out,” he growls at her.

My blood pressure starts to rise, which is unexpected. I was supposed to be the calm, cool, and collected one here, but these two like to surprise me at every turn.

Caleb keeps a hand in Briar’s hair as she crawls toward me. Shivers rack down my spine as she unbuttons my pants and tugs down the zipper. My cock is growing steadily in my pants, so by the time she eases down my briefs, the rigid length juts out toward her.

When her eyes land on the head of my dick, I let out a chuckle. “What’s wrong, sweet girl? Never seen an uncut cock before?”

She licks her lips and softly replies, “No.”

“That’s okay. It likes to be touched just the same.”

“Stroke his cock,” Caleb says in a deep command I didn’t know he was capable of.

A grunting sound escapes my body as she wraps her soft hand around me, slowly stroking while staring up at me through her thick hooded lashes.

I’m fucked.

What did I get myself into? We’ve only just started, and I’m already overwhelmed by how hot they are. I never get like this with clients.

But they aren’t clients. I know them better than I know my clients. Maybe that’s the difference. In my head, I’ve already associated this with fun, casual sex. Not work sex.

But I’m not really a fun, casual-sex guy. Because when I try to have fun, casual sex, it usually ends with feelings. And who the fuck needs that?

I let out another grunt as she flicks her wrist on the upstroke.

“Easy, angel,” I murmur. “You’ll have a mess on your face if you keep doing that.”

She bites her lip innocently. “Sorry.”

God, she’s so fucking sweet.

What I don’t understand is why Caleb is all of a sudden into me touching his wife. Just a few days ago, he practically broke down my door, threatening me to stay away from her. Now he looks like he could get off from just watching her work my dick.

“Open up, angel,” I say.

Caleb is still grasping her hair as her lips part innocently.

“Tongue out,” I add.

When her wet, pink tongue slips out of her mouth, I slide the head of my dick over the surface. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating, and my eyes nearly roll back as I reach her throat.

“Now suck,” I groan. When she wraps her lips around me and adds some suction, I let out a heady, raspy sound. Then, my eyes track upward to where Caleb is staring at me. His eyes are on my face, and our gazes meet while his wife slurps loudly on my cock.

He doesn’t say anything or make a move. It’s unnerving how he can just stare at me for so long.

I wish I could crawl inside his brain for just a moment so I could see everything he’s thinking. I want to know if any of those thoughts are about me.

When I feel my balls start to tighten, it takes me by surprise. With a roaring sound, I grab Briar’s face and pull her off my cock.

She stares up at me in shock as I take a moment to catch my breath and get my bearings.

I almost came. It was right there.

So why did I stop it? I’ve been wanting to come for so long, and with just a few minutes in her mouth, I nearly blew without warning.

“Your fucking mouth, angel,” I say with a grunt. “You might be a good girl, but you suck dick like a very bad girl.”

I don’t miss the hint of pride in her expression. She might have played it off as sweet and innocent before, but it’s pretty clear now that this woman is anything but.