Falling For My Husband's Brother

IAm But A Stranger

Jaime's POV

"You shouldn't be here," I snatched the tumbler that pressed close to Shanna's lips.

The memory of Richard's other woman hitting Shanna's face had my jaw clenching hard. Perhaps, I shouldn't let it bother me, but she was my responsibility.

Everyone must have been surprised, as I was. Richard had another woman impregnated other than Marilyn?

Richard was staunch in his morals. He was not a man who had insatiable needs like I did. He was the proper son, the rightful heir, and not the acclaimed bastard that I was. Yet, I believed he was hiding something.

Why should I even care about him or Shanna Brooks either way?

But here I was, lingering around the trenches, smoking a cigarette until I recognized her stalking into the pub.

Her eyes bored me. She snatched back her drink from me. "Where else will I be? This is better than that f****d up house," she breathed.

A scoff left my lips. I leaned close to her, the strong stench of liquor hitting my face as my eyes leveled at hers. "Perhaps if you had a bit of this rebellious spirit against that woman, she wouldn't have hit your face."

Her face blanched from my retort. "f**k you!" She dabbed feathered punches into my chest.

The tumbler slipped, breaking against the hard-marbled floor.

Being this close to her, I caught a whiff of her feminine scent, and it caught me off guard. I don't recall ever noticing the way my senses reacted to our proximity like this before.

But from the moment she had walked into that very room and had seen me naked. Her cheeks blushing fiercely red had changed the whole narrative.

I wasn't sure I would be stirred by attraction in any form. In fact, she was not my type of woman. She almost seemed like a vegetable to me.

Somehow it stirred my blood as well as it dragged me to fury.

I caught her punching hands. I hated that they seemed to be doing the other dreadful thing; blood running wild towards my phallus and making it go hard like bricks.

"Maybe you should do this the next time you see her. And don't just stand there shedding tears like a wee child," the corner of my lips tugged slightly.

Her eyes widened. I recognized the fury in her eyes. And I knew that I had ignited that spark in her.

She shrugged me off, pulled her hand up to smack my face. I was quick to dodge. She pitched forward, her buttocks slipping from the wooden stool and I stepped back in time to catch her body.

"Don't you dare talk to me like I'm some woman, or I'll _"

She paused as I gathered her in my arms. Her breasts crushed against my chest. "Or you'll do what?" I teased.

Her lips parted, inviting me in.

Some woman, she'd said. Hades be damned. If she weren't playing Richard's wife, perhaps I wouldn't be holding back.

She shifted, and that subtle movement caused my d**k to twitch.

"Will you kiss me now?"

That should have had me surprised. She must have felt the bulge of my hardened steel. But the alcohol was taking effect on her. Pushing her slightly away from me, she sat back in her chair while I positioned myself in the other seat.

I drank in silence after placing an order, and she watched me. "You know, from my knowledge of men, a man wouldn't hesitate to take a woman who offers herself freely to him."

I c****d a brow at her. That was the effect of alcohol. Yet it was amusing to hear her distinguish herself as an alien.

"And what would happen if I hadn't hesitated?" I took a swig at my drink as music purred in the background.

She laughed softly, a side of her I haven't seen. "The things adults do. I'm sure _ you understand," her tongue ran across her lips.

Was she much of a seductress around Richard? If only Richard knew what he had, he wouldn't be messing around with another woman.

There were things I would love to do with her. Kiss her velvet lips, teach her to stand for herself without the help of alcohol.

But the former was what consumed me more.

She was just a doppelgänger playing Marilyn.

"Alright. We need to get you back to your husband," I silently cussed, slamming my glass on the counter.

My aching d**k wouldn't relent.

If it weren't for honor, I would have damned self-control.

As I swirled round to turn, she moved so fast. Planting her soft lips to my mouth, I froze momentarily, confused by her actions.

I was never used to women that were off limits throwing themselves at me. I was the ladies' man. But being wanted by a woman of this category turned me on so hard.

"If you really want me that badly, there's a room upstairs," I voiced without thinking. After all, she wasn't exactly Richard's wife.

By the time we went into the room, I had already decided what I would do to her.

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The moment we hit the spare room, I gathered her in my arms and crashed my lips down on hers. They were moist, soft and much too eager for the entrance of my tongue.

Her hands tugged at my shirt, pulling me close until she was all that I breathed in.

"Mmmmm," she moaned once I broke away with her aid to tear off my shirt.

She pulled me back into her embrace, taking my lips forcefully whilst guiding her tongue into my mouth.

She was bold.

And that turned me on.

Her moans got to me quicker, and I groaned into her hair.

My hands found her body, sliding up the slight curve of her behind.

'Don't do this,' said that voice in my head.

Silently, I shunned the very thought as my hands crushed her to my body.

I wanted more.

I wanted her naked.

While our tongues wrestled amidst heat and desire, my hands began to reach for her breasts.

She croaked.

Her body suddenly tensed.

Placing her head at my neck, another croak choked her.

Then she burrowed into my body and retched out the contents that filled her mouth.