Page 10 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)
Chapter Eight
Brand
The motel room appeared to be nothing special, at least from what I could decipher in the dark, except for the fact that Roxanne was inside it and about to shed her uniform in front of me.
When the door thudded shut behind us, she didn’t bother to turn on the overhead light.
She whipped in a circle to face me, threw her arms around my shoulders, and we became a tangle of twisting tongues, heavy, panting breaths, and loud moans.
My hands found her ass, hers slid down my chest, and she pushed my jacket off and to the floor.
Gripping my waist, she slammed the front of my body to hers, pressing me against her and holding me there, as if she’d never let me escape.
I didn’t want her to let go.
My body sought hers with an intensity I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
I’d had sex, dated a few women over the years.
None of them had been anything like Roxanne.
She wasn’t my type, or at least the type I’d thought all those years was mine.
The women I’d dated had been the definition of feminine, had worn high heels and a lot of makeup.
They’d all felt small standing next to me, and most of them had long hair.
Roxanne’s was barely shoulder length, and the only makeup I’d noticed was ChapStick or lip gloss and maybe a little mascara.
She needn’t have bothered with any of it, though, because her skin was bright and beautiful, her eyes warm and inviting. The look in them always made me think of home.
She was kind of a tomboy, a little rough around her tall edges, but I couldn’t remember wanting any of those women the way I wanted Roxanne.
Why was that? I hardly knew her.
Rubbing myself against her, I bent my knees and notched my hard cock between her long legs over our clothes, eliciting a gasp from her mouth, and she began to back us toward the king bed.
When we got there, I pulled her hands away from my ass cheeks, where her short fingernails had been trying to pierce my skin through my jeans, and I pushed her gently.
She fell back on the mattress, instantly messing up the sheets and blanket, and the moon’s glow from a gap in the curtains outlined her body in perfect detail.
Her hair lay in a pool of sandy brown silk that formed a halo around her head, and she moaned as I looked at her.
I tugged at her boots. They came off first, and then her socks, and she scrunched her bare toes.
Every part of her was long and sexy—her legs, her fingers, her neck. I wanted to take my time, wanted to undress her slowly and look at all of her, but the need inside me to feel her urged me to move.
I unbuttoned her pants again, unzipped them, and slid my hand over the soft skin below her navel. But as I looked down, I realized I was filthy from our search for Natalie. Dirt covered my hands and had worked its way beneath my fingernails.
“Hold that thought. I need to wash my hands.”
“What?” She whimpered again, rubbing her thighs together. “Hurry up!”
I rushed to the bathroom, flipped on the light, and twisted the knob for the hot water, wishing I had a fingernail brush.
I didn’t want to touch her beautiful body with anything less than perfectly clean hands, but before the water had even heated up, she was behind me, silently lifting my T-shirt over my head and watching my face in the big bathroom mirror.
My hat fell with my shirt, and she scratched her nails in the short hair at the back of my neck, then kissed a slow trail down my spine. Every cell inside my body came to attention at the touch of her lips on my skin.
As she slid her hands over mine and led them under the now warm water, she said softly, “I want you just like you said back on the mountain—in the shower.”
She took a moment to unwrap the tiny, complimentary bar of hand soap and lathered it between her palms, then caressed her fingers over mine, working the soap between them and over the tips.
It was such a personal, intimate way to touch someone she barely knew, and something about her touching me like that made me want to possess her. To mark her somehow, make her mine. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had cared for me like that. Maybe no one ever had.
My eyes never left her reflection in the mirror, and she rested her chin on my shoulder, but again, eye contact didn’t seem to be easy for her.
Her skin was hot against mine, and her wet hands moved to my fly.
She popped it open and unzipped my jeans, and then her hand slid beneath my boxers and gripped my hard-on tightly.
She pumped, and my eyes rolled closed, my hips thrusting and trying to chase the motion.
When she pumped again, breath rushed from my mouth in a low groan.
Something snapped inside me then. My eyes flew open and finally held hers in the mirror, silently asking her consent to go at her hard. She seemed to understand. She lifted one sexy eyebrow, but then she nodded. Just once, but it was all I needed.
Spinning to face her, I almost ripped the plain, white T-shirt she’d been wearing beneath her uniform over her head, pushed her pants and what looked like a sexy, feminine version of a pair of men’s white boxer briefs down her legs.
Her white bra clasped in the front, and I flicked it open and watched it fall to the floor, watched how her nipples tightened and beaded into peaks for me.
I knelt at her feet on the hard tile, and her hands clamped down on my shoulders as I looked up at her and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, watching as her eyes rolled closed and any lingering tension eased out of her body.
Her shaking exhale and rasping moan were the only sounds in the whole state of Wyoming, or it felt that way. The sounds caressed the air around us and whispered over my head, and she swayed but reached for the wall with one hand to steady herself.
She was ready and waiting for me, wet like water, and I smashed my face to her body, spreading her open with two fingers and seeking her clit with my tongue.
When I found it and lapped at it with the flat of the muscle, she laughed softly and breathed, “Yes. Oh yes , please .”
It didn’t take long to make her come. She rode my hand hard. She wasn’t shy or bashful about it, and I worked at her clit while my fingers pumped furiously, until she exploded around them, her hands buried in my hair, her head tipped to the ceiling.
I said nothing, but I untangled her hands and placed them at her sides, and then I rose slowly and stood.
We weren’t making it into the shower. There was no time for that.
I needed her now. Needed to be buried inside her, needed to watch her breasts bouncing for me while I fucked her.
Moving behind her, feeling her soft, full ass cheeks pressing against the hardest part of me, I pushed her against the vanity. She planted her hands on top, her fingers clutching the sides, and I gripped her hips.
I still had on my jeans, but I lowered them just enough, freeing my aching cock, and I wrapped my hands around her hips again, watching her in the mirror.
Her lips parted.
“Tell me yes,” I begged.
Her eyes lifted to mine, and she blinked once. “Yes.”
My dick was as stiff as cured concrete, and it sought the ecstasy I knew in the moment only Roxanne could give me. Bending my knees and sliding through pubic hair dripping with her cum and soft, swollen lips, I took her in one hard, possessing thrust.
She bit her lower lip, and her head fell forward, her hair whispering over her shoulders and cutting off my view of her eyes. I closed my fist around a handful of the soft strands and lifted her head.
Oh, she liked that. Defiance shone in her eyes now, but they glittered like sunlit amber in the mirror, and the side of her mouth tipped up just a little, her tongue peeking out between her lips, and she bit the tip between her teeth.
“I need to fuck you hard now,” I whispered against her neck. “Be a good deputy and spread your legs for me.”
Her eyes narrowed a bit, but she did what I’d commanded.
She stepped wide, and I punched my cock deep inside her, watching the way my body made hers quiver.
Her small breasts bounced from the force of my fucking, just like I’d imagined, her nipples puckered and tight and pointing at me in the mirror.
I pulled almost all the way out of her body and pounded back in, loving the way her hot core tried to hold me inside, and she moaned and her heavy eyelids lowered, eyelashes dusting the high planes of her cheeks.
“Eyes on me, Roxanne,” I said roughly. God, how I wanted to watch her come again.
That earned me a soft growl, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I anchored one hand at the base of her throat so she couldn’t look away from me, and the other slid down her soft hip and belly. I rubbed her clit with my middle finger, and her whole body shuddered in my arms.
She widened her legs a bit more, her smooth stomach tightening as she took me, showing strength beneath her skin, and then the chase for release took over.
I rubbed and fucked, never releasing her gaze in the mirror. My ass cheeks tightened with each thrust, and a primal grunting sounded around us. It bounced off the bathroom walls, and I couldn’t figure out where the noise was coming from, until I realized it had come from me.
I liked that. I’d been quiet for so long, my head down, working and building my business. But I realized I had always been that way. I’d always kept my mouth shut, kept my opinions to myself when my father was still around. Now, maybe I wanted to be heard.
Roxanne heard me. A hungry smile grew in her eyes and on her rose lips, and suddenly, I needed to claim them.
“Give me your mouth.”
She turned her head, and I rubbed her clit round and round, my fingers sliding in her cum, but when her mouth found mine and she slipped her tongue inside, I stilled.
She cried out softly, her heartbeat quickening beneath my hand still on her throat in anticipation, and her breath washed over me.
My entire body was wrecked and rock hard. I needed release, too, maybe more than I ever had before. Pounding inside her one more time, I felt her orgasm cresting and gripping my cock, and I came with a shout.
She swallowed it and sighed into my mouth, shivering as she came again, and any leftover anxiety about the missing kid or the fact that we were practically strangers engaging in the most intimate act leaked out and bled from the both of us.