The Home Wrecker (The Goode Brothers, #2)

by Sara Cate

These sentiments die before they reach my lips. They wouldn’t make it over the wall between us anyway. She’s already miles away.

deep down, I’m agreeing to live in close proximity to this pompous asshole who ruined my life when I was only fourteen for a more obtuse reason.

I’m not the revenge type, but if I were, the idea of making him suffer the way I did would be too tempting to ignore. It wouldn’t even be hard. I have everything he cares about at the tips of my fingers now. I’d just have to flirt with his wife a little. It would drive him crazy. I bet she would melt like wax in my hands. But that’s not me. I’m not some vindictive guy who needs to toy with innocent women in spite of some rich prick. Never in my life have I ever wanted to hurt someone, but God, I do want to hurt him. I want to get him back for everything he did to me when he chose to do nothing at all. And for what he did to Isaac. But lucky for him, I’m not that type of guy.

Scheming to get revenge against Caleb by seducing his wife was almost a joke at first. It wasn’t a serious plan, but suddenly, it's as if she’s fallen into my lap, and I can’t ignore that. She’s making this too easy.

Sex is intimate, but they don’t know how to ask for what they want from the people they’re with. But for some reason, it’s easier to ask a professional.”

I do finish the bottle of wine after she’s gone. And while I drink it, something becomes increasingly clear to me. I want her. I want to seduce her. I want to make her mine. I want to have Briar Goode at my mercy and in my bed. Then I want to see the look on Caleb’s face when he finds out.

It’s funny, really. I’ve only wanted two people in my entire life. The first time, it was his brother. And now, it’s his wife.

That asshole seriously knocked on my door to accuse me of being a home-wrecker,

“Briar, I want you to kneel.”

When I reach her hips, I kiss a line above the hem of her panties, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps as she writhes on the bed. Slipping my fingers under the elastic band, I pull her underwear down in a quick swipe. “Caleb,” she whispers. “Don’t you dare stop me, Briar.” Pausing with my mouth hovering over her sex, I stare up into her eyes. She’s biting her bottom lip as her fingers comb through my hair. “I’m not stopping you,” she mumbles delicately. “Good. Because this is mine, right?” “Of course,” she breathes. “Then say it,” I command in a way I’ve never done before. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she answers without hesitation. “It’s yours.”

I want him. In a physical, torturous, heart-wrenching way, I want him. Dean is everything I crave out of my life. Independent and headstrong. With one quick motion, he could cut the ties keeping me chained to this life. But I love my husband, and I love my family. I don’t understand why I so desperately feel this need to be free from it. Standing in this gallery, in my safe space, I don’t belong to anyone here. I serve no one. I worship no one.

“Please, Briar,” he whispers, his breath grazing my lips. “Let’s get out of here.” Those words feel like a bomb that detonates and takes out everything. It razes my entire life, and at this moment, I find it so alluring that I let it. “Okay,” I mumble in return.

Outrun the consequences. Outrun the guilt. Outrun the multitude of reasons I should not want this.

As we step into the elevator of the parking garage and the doors close us in, I feel my temperature rise. He turns toward me with hunger in his eyes as he corners me against the wall. “Look at me,” he commands, and I lift my gaze to his face. “Hands behind your back,” he says, and the way he tells me exactly what to do sends chills down my spine. Like the condensation on a glass of sweet iced tea left out in the sun, I melt under his scorching gaze. When his lips move toward me, my heart races and my head turns slightly. His kiss lands against the rapid pulse of my neck, and I forget how to breathe. The arousal that courses through me is fervent and intoxicating. His lips are harsh against my skin, and my eyes fly wide open as his hands grip my waist with brutal need. I’m lost in a torrent of desire. His deep, sexy voice whispers in my ear, “You might be married to him, but you belong to me.” Blood rushes to my core, pulsing with need. With my hands still pressed obediently between my body and the wall of this elevator, I’m powerless. I’m his. As his lips finally find mine, I hold my breath and jump headfirst into this feeling. His mouth captures mine, and suddenly, we’re alone on a planet of our own. We are the only two people who exist. He licks into my mouth, caressing my tongue and making it so I couldn’t breathe if I wanted to. Everything about this kiss is exquisite, like the stroke of paint on a canvas blending together to form a masterpiece. But when I feel him gri...

It’s so, so wrong. Like being doused in cold water, I gasp. Just then, the elevator chimes, and the doors open. I lift my hands from behind my back and shove Dean to the side so I can rush out of the elevator. When I reach the open air at the top of the parking garage, I suck in a breath as if I’ve been underwater this entire time. “What am I doing?” I shout to myself as I pace the open space. “Briar,” he calls toward me, but my mind is not open to listening at the moment. It’s too caught up in passion and conflict. “I love my husband,” I argue. “I’m not stuck in some loveless marriage.” “I didn’t say you were,” he says. “Then…what are we doing? Why did we do that?” I’m practically screaming, clearly hysterical from that heated moment. Meanwhile, Dean is as cool as a cucumber, strolling toward his car with his hands in his pockets. “This isn’t a game, Dean!” I shout toward him. When he spins toward me, he’s wearing a twisted expression of frustration. “What do you want me to say, Briar? That I’m sorry? Because I’m not.” “You can’t just…kiss married women, Dean.” “I just did,” he replies smugly. “And don’t tell me you didn’t want it.” “I—” This isn’t fair. My body wanted something my heart didn’t. Or did it? My heart wants Dean, too. Sweet, dominant, compassionate Dean. But wanting and having are two different things, and if loving Caleb is my crime, then not having Dean is my punishment.

“Briar,” I carefully whisper. “He’s talking about me, right? He thinks you and I…” Slowly, she nods. My heart hammers in my chest, and the air in the room grows thick. I want to kiss her so bad it hurts. And I have no clue if she loves Sean or if she would see me as a fling, but all of the things I feel like I should care about at this moment, I don’t. But I can’t bring myself to close the distance. “Will you come sit next to me?” she asks with a softness in her tone. My breath feels heavy and slow, and I can’t ignore the way my cock twitches when she says that. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I reply quietly. “Why not?” “Because if I sit next to you on my bed, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.” I watch the delicate movement in her throat as she swallows. Her lips part as her gaze connects with mine. “What if I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself?” “If I start, Briar, I won’t want to stop.” “I don’t want you to stop.”

I move toward her, running a hand along her jaw and sealing her mouth in a kiss. She grabs my neck to pull me closer, but I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor this kiss and the way her lips feel against mine. As I climb onto the bed, she falls backward, so she’s lying down, and I’m draping my body over hers. Our kiss is ravenous. It feels like our first but also like I’ve been kissing her for years. Her mouth is mine and no one else’s. When her legs part and I feel them wrapping around me, I grind myself against her, and the soft moan she hums in my ear is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Lifting up, I stare down at her and soak up the sight of her splayed out beneath me. She’s here. She’s in my bed, and she’s mine. With her soft hands latched around my neck, she plays with the hair on the nape as she says, “I feel so safe with you, Caleb.” “You are safe with me, Briar.”

The next few minutes are full of touches, kisses, and need. And like I told her, I don’t want to stop. And like she said, she doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t stop me when I tug her shirt over her head. She doesn’t stop me when I peel down her pants. She doesn’t stop me when I touch her, sliding my fingers into her soaked cunt. We are naked and alone, and there is nothing stopping me as I bring our bodies together.

Feeling like a fool, I decide to blurt out the truth. “I like you, Briar. A lot.” Her hand caresses my cheek. “I like you too.” I want to know more. I want to know if she’ll leave him for me. I want to be sure that this meant as much to her as it did to me. Instead, I slide my dick from inside her and pull off the condom. Then I lie back in bed with her and hold her tightly in my arms. After a few minutes, she falls asleep there, but I don’t. I can’t help but feel like this was either the greatest or worst moment of my life. Because if she doesn’t end up with me, then I will forever look back at this night as the night I had everything I wanted, only to have it ripped away. The catalyst of my earth-shattering pain. But even knowing that it could end in heartbreak, I’d still do it again.

That’s when I feel a bulge in his pants that makes my eyes widen. He freezes.

“What is this?” I ask in a teasing tone. We’re staring into each other’s eyes as I reach down to inspect what is currently pressed against my upper thigh. As my hand pats his pocket, he tries to pull away, but not before I can yank out whatever he’s hiding there. The teasing grin on my face fades when I take in the familiar sight and feel of my own underwear. What the…fuck? Almost immediately, my gaze snaps back up to his face. He’s still staring at me, his jaw tight and his eyes narrowed. Isn’t he going to explain himself? Make up some stupid fucking story that explains why he would be stashing away my underwear? They got caught in the laundry together. He thought they were his own. Something. But he doesn’t. He just stares at me. Almost as if…he wants me to know he has them for a reason. Well, isn’t this an interesting new development? Pressing my lips together, I ball the underwear in my fist as I take a silent step toward him. He starts to back up, but I wordlessly grab the belt of his pants, tugging him toward me. Immediately, his hands go to my chest to push me away, but I don’t move to touch him again. I just shove the underwear back in his pocket. Our eyes meet in a loaded gaze. Then I release his belt and step away. He takes that as his sign to leave and does so quickly, making it to the door before he pauses and turns back toward me.

“So, are you just going to work from home until he moves out?” I ask, gripping my coffee cup so tightly I’m afraid it could shatter. “If I have to,” he argues as he glances my way with a stern expression. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means I don’t feel comfortable leaving my wife alone with another man,” he replies, narrowing his eyes at me. “Maybe instead of always trying to protect us and bear every burden alone, you could just talk to me,” I snap. “Talk about what?” he replies. “You won’t tell me what happened.” “Are you saying you don’t trust me?” “Should I?” he snaps back. The silence stretches out before he adds in a cold tone, “You’ve cheated before.” My eyes pop open in surprise. “Caleb,” I bark at him. The pain of those words is etched on my face. I slam my coffee cup down on the counter. “I can’t believe you would say that to me.”

Ignoring my argument, he continues, “Tell me right now, Briar. Do you want him?” “Why? So you can do nothing about it? Do you really even care?” “Oh, I’ll fucking do something about it,” he spits in return, his voice booming now. “What will you do, Caleb? What would you honestly do if I told you I wanted him?” “Do you?” he yells. “Yes! Okay? I do want him. And I nearly let him fuck me yesterday, Caleb. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You sure about this? Back out now if you don’t want to go down this road,” Dean says softly, looking back and forth between us. Caleb and I stare at each other for a moment. What I know we both see are remnants of a relationship that was once built on passion and love. We used to believe that this marriage was the greatest, most important thing in the world, and I miss that version of us. He must be thinking it, too, because after a moment, we each nod at the same time.

“This is what your wife likes, Caleb. She likes to be good. But she likes to be corrupted too, don’t you?” Dean gazes into my eyes as he says those words, uttering them like they’re strings of silk gliding down my spine. Silently, I nod.

“If you want her, come and get her.”

“Briar, come here,” he says in the same low command that Dean used, but his voice is laced with possessiveness and desperation. Fiercely, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls my mouth to his, kissing me with heated passion and need.

“She wants to please you,” Dean mumbles, just under my ear. “Tell her how to please you.” Yes. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything. Arousal blooms between my legs as Caleb pulls away from our kiss and grunts against my mouth. “Get on your knees for me, Briar.”

My panties are practically soaked as I drop to the floor. I still can’t believe this is happening, but it feels like the three of us are getting carried away down a river none of us want to swim against. We all want this. Maybe we all have wanted this for longer than we’re ready to admit. It’s not even ten in the morning in my kitchen when I pull down my husband’s zipper and see his hard cock behind his boxer briefs while another man stands next to him and strokes my hair. “There you go, Briar,” Dean mumbles, urging me on with the softness in his praise and commands. “She needs to hear how good she’s doing,” he tells Caleb. “Attagirl,” Caleb replies. “You look so good on your knees for me.” The effect his words have on me is unnerving. As if I really would do anything at all. As Caleb’s cock springs free of his pants, I stroke it softly in my hand, gazing up at him as I wait for his next instruction. I’ve never seen him remotely like this before, but it fits him. My husband has held in so much over the years, but I never had the guts to urge him to let out everything he’s hiding. And I know there is so much. This feels like just the tip of the iceberg. “Tell her what you want,” Dean says, prodding him. “Worship my cock like it’s the only one for you.” I don’t hesitate. My lips wrap around Caleb’s hard length, and I coat his entire shaft with my saliva, humming with pleasure as I move my mouth from the base to the tip.

“Holy shit,” he mutters softly. “Tell her. Let her hear you,” Dean says to Caleb, persuading him to say more. Caleb strokes my face, making a pained expression as he says, “You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth, Briar. Do you like it?” My eyes water as his cock hits the back of my throat. Gagging, I pop my mouth off, and a string of spit hangs between the head and my lips. “Yes,” I reply as I catch my breath. Caleb thrusts back into my mouth, moaning at the sensation when I suck on the crown, rubbing my tongue along the underside like I know he likes. And as I’m stroking his dick with my lips, I gaze up at him in adoration. This moment is fucking wild, and a moment ago, we were fighting, but now he’s giving me what I want. And he’s finally getting what he wants. None of this would have happened without Dean. As if he realizes it at the same time, Caleb glances over at Dean. Their eyes meet, their gazes locked for a moment. Something about t...

“She wants you to come down her throat. Don’t you, Briar?” Eagerly, I nod. My mouth sucks harder, and my lips tighten around him as my head moves faster. Immediately, Caleb’s groans get louder and more desperate sounding. “That’s it, Briar,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna come down your throat. My dirty fucking wife. My fucking wife.”

“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.

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.

“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.

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

“Get on the bed, you dirty little angel,” Dean mutters to her after pulling his cock from her mouth. “On all fours,” he commands. “But first, I want you to take those sweet little panties off. Show us that pretty cunt of yours.”

Licking Briar’s pussy has always been my favorite thing to do. I feel like a fucking pervert for how much I love to bury my nose between her legs and inhale her scent. The prospect of watching Dean do it is somehow even more enticing.

Walking over to her, I feel Dean following me. Reaching her backside, I spread her wide, and Dean presses down on her shoulders so her ass perks up farther into the air. He takes in the sight of her like an animal about to go in for the kill. I’ve never seen her like this before, so filthy and uninhibited. Leaning down with a growl that emits from my chest, I run the surface of my tongue from her clit to her asshole, humming as I devour her and breathe her in. “Oh my god,” she mutters into the blanket on the bed. Rising up with her taste on my tongue, I look at Dean. “Come here,” I mutter. I hold the wet pink lips of her pussy open, showing her off, and gesture for him to do the same as I just did. With a salacious grin, he leans down and licks the length of her cunt. But once he gets a taste, he can’t seem to stop. His groans are loud and hungry, and the more he sucks and teases her, the more she writhes and whimpers on the bed.

Hearing Dean devour my wife’s cunt, I can’t wait another second. Leaning down, I press my face next to his, licking her hole as he sucks on her clit. She’s crying out in earnest now. We have her completely at our mercy. “Oh my god, don’t stop.” She moans. “I’m gonna come.”

At the sound of her pleasure, Dean and I both become frenzied with our movements. Licking faster, sucking harder, groaning louder. Our cheeks are pressed together when I feel the warmth of his tongue brush mine. Instantly, I tense at the sensation. Pulling back for a moment, I stare at him, gauging his reaction. With his lips still wrapped around my wife’s pussy, he gazes up at me. Then, a brutal hand lands on the back of my neck, and he hauls me back toward her. A moment later, Briar begins to tremble and shake. Her face is pressed into the mattress as she lets out a long, groaning scream.

I’m so overcome by the sight that I don’t see his next move coming. With his hands still on the back of my neck, Dean jerks my mouth toward his. It’s brief, but it happens. Our tongues intertwine and our mouths collide. He bites my bottom lip, and my cock jerks again. My hand reaches out, wrapping around his throat, but I don’t push him away. I melt into the sensation of his tongue licking into my mouth, owning it for a brief moment. Then, just like that, he releases me. The kiss only lasted a second, but for me, it was monumental. “She’s not su...

There’s no denying how sexy that man is, especially in his tight black underwear. There are tattoos on his legs, and although he’s not a large man, his muscles are still defined. He is clearly in good shape. Dean climbs onto the bed by Briar’s face, and I settle in behind her. “How are you feeling, angel?” he asks, stroking her hair and lifting her chin so she stares up into his eyes. “Good,” she says in a breathy, pleasure-laced tone. “Tell me what you want,” he replies. “I need to hear you say it.” “I want you in the front and him in the back,” she says without missing a beat. “And I want you both to fill me up.”

“I didn’t bring you in here so you could lecture me about how I’m doing everything wrong,” he snaps. “Then why did you bring me in here?” I ask, tilting my head. He quickly averts his eyes, taking another drink. “I don’t fucking know.” After a moment, he picks his head up and glares at me with a furrowed brow. “No, I do know. I brought you in here because I want to know what that was earlier. Why did you defend me to my brother?” “Because I wanted to,” I reply plainly. “And why did you kiss me the other night?” “Because I wanted to.” His eyes meet mine, blazing with something desperate and wild. “And what else do you want?” Setting my glass down on the desk, I take another step toward him until my legs are brushing his. “I think you know what I want.”

“Stop what?” I reply. He glares up at me as he says, “You know damn well what.” But as the words leave his mouth, his leg brushes mine again. Then he’s leaning into me as if his body is sending a different message than his words. Leaning down, I rest my hands on the arms of his chair. This brings our faces mere inches apart. “No, Caleb. I’m afraid I don’t know what you want me to stop because you were the one who brought me in here with you. You were the one who stuffed my underwear in your pocket.” “I—” he starts, but his words quickly get lost the moment my hands move from the chair to his thighs. Sucking in a gasp, he freezes and waits for me to make the next move. “I know you’re married,” I whisper. “And I know you don’t want to cheat on your wife, but you’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t want this.”

“My family is right downstairs,” he replies, glancing toward the door. “Then stay quiet.” Slowly, I move to my knees between his legs, and I feel him tense. “What—what are you going to do?” “I’m going to take care of you for once,” I reply. He stares into my eyes with trepidation as I move my hands to the waistband of his pants. I carefully slip the button through the hole, and my cock throbs in my pants when I think about having his hard length in my hand. I want to be his reckoning. I want to be the one to make him come undone. His hands grip the chair as he watches me. “I can’t do this,” he whispers. “Fuck.” “But you want it, don’t you?” I ask. He lets his head hang back. “God, yes,” he replies, his voice strained.

“I’m married, and I know I shouldn’t, but fuck, Dean. I need your mouth. I need it so fucking bad.” Hearing him say that is like warm honey dripping down my spine. “Tell me to suck your cock, then,” I whisper. He doesn’t hesitate. “Suck my cock.” “Good boy,” I reply with a smirk.

I can see him shiver with anticipation. After easing down his zipper, I tug on the elastic of his boxer briefs, and his aching cock springs out. As I wrap my hand around it, he winces. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he murmurs. “Relax, let me take care of you.” “Okay,” he breathes out. Sitting higher on my knees, I stare up at him as I run the length of my tongue along his shaft. When he feels my lips wrap around the tip, he turns his gaze downward, locking eyes with me as I suck him into the back of my throat. His mouth falls open, and his eyes roll as I hollow my cheeks and bob my mouth up and down on his cock. I love every single second of watching him lose his mind. I’m fairly certain I’m the first man to ever have Caleb’s dick in their mouth, and I love it. I want to be the last, the only. I want Caleb Goode to treat me like his own personal fuck toy, his dirty secret, his guilty pleasure.

As if he can read my mind, he mutters, “Are you hard?” I pull my mouth from his shaft, keeping up the movement of my hand as I reply, “Hard as a rock.” “Stroke yourself,” he commands. Putting my mouth back around his dick, I flick open the button on my pants and ease my own rigid length out. My hand is moving rapidly, stroking myself as I suck his cock, flicking my tongue under the head as I go. “I’m going to hell for this,” he whispers, running his hand over the short, buzzed hair on my head. “But God, it’s worth it.” If I could smile, I would. “Can I come in your mouth? Will you swallow it for me, baby?” I nod eagerly. Fuck yes, please. Give me all of it. Let me feel your pleasure sliding all the way down my throat. A moment later, the head bulges, and he moans quietly into the crook of his arm as the warmth hits my throat. I let him fill my mouth before I pull my lips from his cock. Grabbing his arm from around his face, I make him look at me as I show him my open mouth, my cum-covered tongue, and my seed-lined lips. He lets out a whimper at the sight. Then I close my mouth and swallow, licking my lips and savoring the taste of him as he becomes a part of me. Rolling down my throat like he belongs there.

“Relax,” he whispers. “Relax?” I bark back quietly. “I made a vow to my wife, and I just broke that vow.” “You don’t think Briar will understand? She’ll forgive you. Just talk to her.” With a scoff, I shake my head. “Sure, I’ll tell her about how important it was to come in your mouth at my mother’s house while our family was just downstairs. I’m sure she’ll understand.” We’re chest to chest, his hand still on my arm. And at the very mention of my cum in his mouth, I find myself slipping again. I want to feel that mouth again. I want to explore everything that this means, how good he feels. How much I want him. Before I know what’s happening, I wrap a hand around his neck and jerk him toward me, crashing my lips against his. He opens for me, clutching my jacket as I taste every corner of his mouth, finding traces of what we did on his tongue. “What are you doing to me?” I mumble under my breath as our lips part. “I could ask you the same,” he replies.

He chuckles, scrubbing a hand over his head. “It’s sort of funny when you think about it. You thought Briar was going to cheat on you, but you⁠—” “Don’t say it.” Shutting his mouth, he slips out of the car, closing the door behind him. As I watch him walk away, disappearing around the back of the garage, I feel everything truly sink in. This entire time, I thought he was the home-wrecker, the one who would ruin everything I have here. But it turns out that person is me. I’ve denied my feelings for him, pulled away from my wife, and avoided standing up to my father. I’ve even failed at giving Briar the child she wants. I’ve ruined my own fucking life.