005

Soren

As soon as I stepped into the room, Asher’s fiancée — or should I say, my wife, stood from the bed and approached me.

I was about to open my mouth to stop her when I noticed what she was wearing, and my words died in my throat.

A lingerie.

A fucking red, lacy lingerie.

And it showed everything. Her abdomen, tits, her perky pink nipples… shit, even her cunt was barely covered by that thing she had on.

Utterly fucked. That was what I was.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, my eyes taking her in again on their own accord, feeling like a creep which I probably was at that point. I hated to admit it, but my brother’s fiancé was sexy as hell.

My cock was already hard just from the sight of her, and that was something that never happened, especially not from someone like her… someone who wasn’t the type of woman I went for. I was ashamed of myself.

I forced myself to look away, counting freaking sheep going over a fence in my head just to get my damn boner to calm down.

When it finally started working, I felt a her hand slide over my bare chest, and all my efforts went flying out the window.

Throughout the wedding, I’d tried to keep to myself as best as I could while playing Asher’s part. I even forced myself to drink because there was no way in hell I was carrying out that gimmick without at least being drunk.

But this?

This wasn’t something I’d anticipated.

Her hand slipped lower, and my eyes snapped down to where she was playing with the buckle of my slacks.

Fuck. Where the hell was Asher?

I wasn’t even supposed to be here till now. I was meant to be back in that fucking cell, and this stupid stunt he was pulling was going to cost me. This wasn’t what we had agreed.

The sound of my zip coming undone brought my attention back to her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snapped.

She recoiled like she’d been stung.

Shit. Asher wouldn’t have been that harsh.

“I mean,” I said, softer, but still on edge, “what are you doing?”

She frowned. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re going to have sex.”

I felt my brain lag for a moment. “You… you want me to fuck you?”

I could swear she flinched at my word choice, but then she rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what married people do?”

Oh, shit. We were married. Of course she expected that.

I try to think of an excuse. “You aren’t tired? You’ve been busy all day.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, Ash.”

Before I could get another say, she pulled my pants down, my briefs alongside, and my cock sprung free.

***

Since she was being so sassy, I expected her to also pull me to the bed, but she froze in place, her eyes wide.

I couldn’t help my smirk. “Cat cut your tongue?”

“N–no. You’re just… bigger than I remembered,” she whispered, her eyes still on my cock.

The things that did to my ego. At least now I was sure we weren’t identical in that area.

“And you’re pierced. Since when?”

I struggled for an answer. “Some weeks ago. Do you like it?”

Risky answer, but her surprise already made it clear that it’d been a while since they’d been together.

“I… uh…”

Instead of actually answering, she took my hand and led me to the bed.

I guess I was fucking Asher’s fiancée after all.

***

Ten minutes of thrusting and clit stimulation later, Aurora was coming all over my cock, and I was at the verge of coming also when I remembered that due to her insistance and the act I was putting up, I couldn't wear a damn condom. Great.

I was about pulling out when she peered at me over her shoulder.

"I want you to come inside me, Ash."

Fucking hell. “Uh… you sure about that?

"Yes, please."

My brain was against me nutting in her, but my cock and resilience had apparently been tested too long to not snap.

So, in one solid thrust, I was coming hard in my brother’s fiancée.

When I was fully spent, I pulled out and rolled over on the bed beside her.

As much as I hated to admit it, that was the most… fulfilling sex I’d ever had. Strangely.

I was going down the path of reevaluating my sex life when she stood from the bed and limped toward the adjoining bathroom.

A corner of my mouth lifted. I bet Asher never fucked her as hard as I just did.

I rolled over to lie on my stomach when I spotted something on the bed.

Blood.

There was blood right where she’d just laid.

Was she a virgin?

The bathroom door opened and she limped back in, and that gave me the answer I needed. Asher’s fiancée was a fucking virgin.

What kind of mess did he get me into?

***

I didn’t want to touch her, not to talk about cuddle her after everything I’d just found out, but I was forced to because that was what Asher would’ve done.

When I was sure she had slept, I rolled away from her and headed into the bathroom to clean up before slipping my briefs back on and going to the main suite. At the same moment, my phone rang from the coffee table and I went to the door, already knowing who it was.

“Where the hell had you been?” I asked Asher as I opened the door to let him in.

“Cleaning up your mess. You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t ask you to. I was going to have it taken care of if you’d just stuck to the fucking plan.”

“It’s not my fault you—” he paused as his eyes took me in. “What are you only in your briefs? Where is Aurora?”

Before I could respond, not that I was planning to—he had a brain, he could figure shit out himself—he marched toward the door leading to the bedroom.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I quickly moved to stop him when I realized he was going to wake his fiancée. I wasn’t a jerk like that. “Don’t fucking wake her up. She’s had a long day because of you.”

Seeing the sense in my words, he stopped, turning toward me instead.

“Did you sleep with her?”

I didn’t answer.

Like I said, he could figure it out himself.

He stepped toward me. “You slept with my fiancée, Soren?!”

“Don’t shout,” I gritted out. “Besides, she isn’t your fiancée anymore. You didn’t get married to her. I did.”

Before the words were completely out, he’d punched me across the face, sending my head jerking to the side.

I grinned.

“What? Don’t tell me you actually cared about her, brother? I know you’re just upset I got to fuck her virgin pussy before you did.”

I shouldn’t be goading him, but I couldn’t help myself.

He moved to punch me again, and though I’d anticipated it, I didn’t do anything to prevent it. I deserved it this time.

“I told you I loved her!”

I scoffed. “And what? I was suddenly supposed to believe that when you said the same thing about three different women in four years?”

There was a long pause before he took a deep breath. “You had one job, Soren.” His voice was icy. “Take my place at the wedding, not sleep with my damn fiancée.”

Neither of us heard the footsteps until it was too late.

“W-what did you just say?”