Page 11 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Nine

Roxanne

Thick steam filled the bathroom, and hot water rained down over my body from the showerhead.

I tipped my head back to feel the warmth on my face while Brand rubbed a soapy hand between my legs. He licked at my breasts, sucking the water sliding over them and teasing my nipples with his teeth.

He’d taken me into the shower for a little aftercare, but I was so turned on again that I couldn’t even find it within me to feel awkward or be silly, to make jokes.

All I could do was feel .

Pressing my shoulders to the shower wall with his big hand at the base of my throat again, he continued his oral assault on my breasts, moving from one to the other and back almost frantically, as if he couldn’t get enough of them, his other hand still soothing and slipping between my thighs.

My body danced around another orgasm just slightly out of reach, but when he stilled and raised his head, the intense look in his eyes told me to prepare myself. He had grown hard again; his rigid heat pulsed against my belly.

“Let’s go to bed,” he rasped, and I shivered.

He offered his hand as I stepped from the shower, blatantly admiring his body and all its muscled edges, and then he wrapped me in a towel and picked me up like I weighed nothing.

No one, and I mean no one , had ever tried to lift me, and especially not while I was wet and slippery, but Brand accomplished it easily, and then, licking his lips like a hungry tiger, he carried me to the bed and placed me gently on the messed-up sheets, fulfilling the fantasies I’d been having all day.

I hoped I’d done a good job of washing my mascara off in the shower, ’cause if not, raccoon eyes were a definite possibility. He didn’t seem bothered though.

Carefully, he lay me down and tugged the towel away, and then careful went right out the window when he gripped the backs of my thighs and dragged my ass to the bed’s edge.

His mouth teased and his breath heated my inner thigh. It felt like he was searching for just the right spot, and when he found it, his teeth sank into my skin. Not enough to break through, but enough to leave a mark no one but him would ever see.

I gasped at the pinch and moaned, and he dropped to his knees on the floor and ate at my wet pussy like he was starved for me.

“Brand!” I cried out, trying to close my legs because the pleasure was too much.

His tongue on my clit, flicking and fluttering, was almost ticklish now after two intense orgasms and nearly another, but he didn’t stop.

He cupped his hands over my boobs and moved my body to the rhythm of his mouth. “Oh my God.”

And when he closed his teeth around the extremely sensitive, swollen nub, cum rushed from my body.

I screamed as I came, but he reached up to cover my mouth with his hand while his other moved inside me, fingers curling and coaxing my orgasm to heights I’d never reached before. Liquid literally squirted out of me. That had never happened before.

I’d read about it in book club, but damn! It was a strange sensation, but it was so hot, and the way he sucked it all down his throat, moaning and chanting, “Fuck yes,” was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

I didn’t even have time to breathe before he was kneeling between my thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and looking between us to watch himself enter and fuck me like I’d never, ever been fucked before.

I looked, too, and was shocked at the sight of his wide, reddened cock breaking me open at my core, like a fucking earthquake cracking gaping chasms into roads and earth.

My gaze latched onto his tightened abs as he rocked my whole body with his thrusts, and it moved lazily over his chest, smattered with coarse brown hair.

His arms and shoulders were steel anchors over strong hands grasping the bedsheets beneath me, and still he pumped and rammed his cock inside me relentlessly.

The sound of his urgent, panting breath turned me on like nothing I’d ever heard before.

“Roxanne,” he whispered, lowering his head to rest in the hollow below my throat, his hips pistoning his cock in and out of me now in the most perfect rhythm. He’d practically folded me in half. I had no clue I was that flexible, but I’d never been happier to learn something new about myself.

Breathing in the scent of his sweat and shampoo from our shower, I wondered how much more my body could take. I wasn’t sure, but I was more than willing to find out. He could break me if he wanted to. At this point, I’d probably thank him.

Gripping the backs of my thighs in his hands, he pushed them closer to my chest and?—

Oh!

Now I was chanting, “Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes. Harder!”

The angle and the force with which his cock pounded at my cervix or whatever the fuck that slippery, fat, delicious appendage kept sliding into was utter divinity.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my whole body froze and locked in place like I’d been suspended in thin air.

My fingernails embedded themselves into his ripped back, and Brand cursed against my sweaty neck when he came and my body devoured his cum like fucking Cookie Monster, chomping down chocolate chip cookies right there in the middle of Sesame Street!

My memory of what happened after the mind-altering sex was hazy at best the next morning.

The embarrassment I felt when I’d caught a glimpse of the bird’s nest my hair had become in the bathroom mirror made me want to run screaming from the room.

I used my fingers and water from the sink to calm it down as best as I could, thinking Brand probably wasn’t used to waking up next to a yeti after a one-night stand.

All I could recall from last night after the sexcapades was Brand lifting me from the bed, readjusting my legs beneath the covers, and then his big, taller-than-me body slipping under the sheets next to me.

I think I might have nuzzled back against him, and he might’ve wrapped his arms and legs around me as we fell into deep sleep.

I was only guessing though.

He panicked for a second ’cause we hadn’t used protection. How many times had he come inside me and no condom?

But I remembered mumbling something about birth control shots, and I’m pretty sure I made a joke about the side effects turning me into a nauseated, rabid bitch every three months.

At least, I thought I said all that. Had I? Because Brand had screwed me into near unconsciousness so thoroughly that now I wasn’t sure the conversation had been real.

But as it happened, I was due for my next shot in a few weeks, so I would just schedule an exam too and freshen up my STI tests.

Not that I’d thought Brand had lied when he’d said it had been a year since he’d gotten laid and had used condoms then, but a woman could never be too careful.

And again, I couldn’t be completely sure I hadn’t dreamt those words.

A return text from Dan, complaining but agreeing to work my shift, had woken me way too early, and now I watched, sipping a cardboard cup of terrible coffee from the communal pot down in the motel office, while Brand rustled into his dirty, wrinkled clothing.

The only thing he said to me before we left to drive back to Wisper was, “Wanna go again?” as he swiped his baseball hat from the floor and tugged the brim down low over his eyes.

Snorting into my cup, I chewed on the edge as I watched his blue eyes twinkle.

“We can’t. You and I need to stop by the station to give our statements about findin’ Natalie last night. And then I need more sleep. I think we only got, like, three hours.”

The three most blissful hours of sleep I’ve ever had.

He shrugged. “ Your loss ,” his smirk seemed to say, and dammit, didn’t I know it!

I could already feel that loss throbbing between my legs.

In my truck, I passed him the cup of coffee I’d filled for him when I filled my own.

He drank it but made a sour face. He didn’t comment, though, which told me either he didn’t like coffee and was only drinking it because he was polite, or he did like coffee and maybe he had some taste, or he liked frou-frou coffee like Abey and her skinny white-mocha lattes with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top.

Whatever the reason for his scrunched-up nose, I decided it was cute. It was the only cute thing about him, though, because every other nuance of the man radiated utter sexiness.

After driving back to town in silence through the misty, overcast morning with my truck’s heater on high blast because it was colder than a witch’s tit outside, twenty degrees colder than it should’ve been in late September, we pulled up to the Wisper station in the middle of downtown as streaks of pale sunlight began to peek through the low clouds.

I’d been quiet because I was reliving last night in my head and trying not to moan, but I had no clue what was going through his mind.

I parked in front of the building on Main Street, and he reached for his door handle, but before he opened it, he paused and turned back toward me.

“Why do we need to give statements if there was no crime?”

“Well, for one thing, the amount of hours worked needs to be accounted for, and also, Natalie’s a minor.

If God forbid anything were ever to happen to her again, anything that might need to be investigated, this incident will show when someone looks up her name.

” Brand watched my mouth as I spoke. I shrugged.

“You never know what kind of information could be useful to a case. A lot of times, it’s the simplest, most innocuous things that will break an investigation wide open. ”

“Hm.” He nodded, still staring at me. “That makes sense.”

“What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

A little fire lit behind his eyes as they lifted to mine. “I find you extremely sexy this mornin’.”

I blushed hardcore, looking away out my windshield and patting at my messy ponytail, but that reminded me… “Um, so, your sister.”

“What about her? I don’t find her the least bit sexy.”

I laughed. “I hope you don’t, but she’s kinda my boss. We’re pretty laid back around here, but I don’t know how she’d feel about this. About you… and me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Abey. She’d probably be pleased as punch to know I’d?—”

He paused in the middle of his sentence for the same reason I was a little bit anxious to walk into my place of work, arm in arm with my boss’s brother.

Abey and Brand’s brother Bax got together with Brand’s employee last year, and now they were married.

Brand hadn’t cared, but that didn’t mean Abey would feel the same.

And we had no good excuse to explain what had happened between us. Not that we needed a reason other than insane physical attraction and heightened adrenaline levels after the whole “finding a missing girl/wolf encounter.” We were both consenting adults, but still.

Technically, Abey couldn’t fire me, not without Sheriff Michaels’s approval, but she was my superior and my friend, and I respected her a lot. Unfortunately, last night, I couldn’t have remembered her name if someone had asked while her big brother’s mouth had been on my body or his cock inside it.

Brand couldn’t even finish his sentence, so he had no idea what had happened between us either. It probably wouldn’t happen again. I mean, I felt pretty certain I wasn’t his usual type. In fact?—

I peeked over at him. “What about your friend?”

“Friend?” he asked, his eyebrows dipping with confusion.

“Tabitha?” It felt like a rock had dropped into the pit of my stomach when I said her name. I should’ve asked Brand about her last night, before he ravaged my body countless times. But again, who, what, where, huh? But I didn’t want to be that woman. I was no homewrecker.

“My office manager?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Have you two— I mean, are you and Tabitha… you know, knockin’ boots?”

“God, no! Why would you think that? She’s my employee, and that’s a line I will never and have never crossed.”

The relief filling my body whooshed out of my mouth with my next breath, but I tried to disguise it by saying, “And now you see the predicament I’m in with your sister.”

“I get your point. If you want to keep what happened between us, I’ll support that.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure.” But there was some kind of ambiguity in his eyes when he said it.

Although, now I felt like a harlot for keeping it from Abey. I’d tell her eventually, but before that happened, I needed to wrap my head around the last twelve hours.

It still all felt like a horny dream.

“Full disclosure, though. I am gonna tell my best friend,” I added right before he opened his door. “I should probably be up front about that. I can’t not tell her. But she won’t say a word to anyone.”

If she does, I’ll be forced to tattle to Rye about how she tells me he likes to tittie fuck her in the back of the bookstore.

There are no secrets between besties.