Page 27 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Twenty

Roxanne

“Come in my mouth,” Brand ordered, kneeling on the floor, his head between my legs and his tongue wild and working quickly in fast, fluttering strokes over my clit as he doused me in more whiskey.

The liquid soaked my comforter, probably my mattress too, but I didn’t care, and it cooled my hot skin as it evaporated, heightening the sensation of his tongue lashing my pussy.

My bent and open legs shook, heels digging into the mattress, my body trying to find purchase wherever it could because my wrists were still bound to the outsides of my thighs.

I tried so hard to pull my arms free from the restraints. I wanted to touch him, to smash his head harder against my body so I could steal the pressure I needed to come again, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he pumped them again and again, dragging them in and out, the rough calluses on his hands the perfect texture to make me lose my mind.

He moaned as he sucked at my body, and I thrust my hips up and down against his face because it was the only movement he allowed me to make.

And when he curved those fingers deep inside, the tips kneading something that tingled and buzzed from his touch, my body released into his mouth, and the bizarre squirting thing happened again.

I barely had a chance to wrap my head around it before Brand licked it, lapped it up with his tongue, and drank it down, like that naughty rush of liquid was his prize, the ultimate goal he’d been working for.

Sexy boots and jeans still on, he kicked and pawed at them, trying to wiggle them off. He was frantic, his control so far gone, he was almost a different man, but I didn’t mind. Wild Brand was so turned on by me that he could barely catch his breath.

Something happened then, when he couldn’t wriggle free from the traps on his legs and feet. He stood and took a deep, clarifying breath. He reached down one hand at a time to free himself from his own restraints, and then he entered my body slowly and carefully, like it was sacred to him.

And he began to make love to me.

I thought I might have whiplash from the dizzying changes in his demeanor, but it felt like he wanted it all.

All of me.

And he wanted to show me all of himself.

He needed me to understand him, but he didn’t know which part of himself to expose, so they all showed.

The man now caressing my face with his hands, his elbows digging into the bed and holding him above me as he moved inside me slowly, almost reverently, was at war with the dominant man who got off on punishing me and restraining me while he smacked my ass raw and fucked me with his mouth and a whiskey bottle.

And then there was the country boy, with his backward hat and his mountain twang, the man who couldn’t seem to believe I wanted to give him this forbidden thing he’d only just realized he needed.

He was the one moving inside me in a slow and steady rhythm, and I loved him the most because he was mine. I knew that now.

He released my wrists from the Velcro holds, lifting my hands one by one to his ass as it clenched and he glided in and out of my body.

Looking in my eyes, his were backlit by the moon glowing behind my gauzy window shades. “There’s no one else, Roxanne,” he breathed. “Only you. Do you know why?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t speak because the vulnerability etched into the lines around his eyes mesmerized me.

“Because you see me. All of me. Every part. No one’s ever known the parts of me you know.”

Sweat trickled down his face, the drips catching in the hair darkening on his cheeks and chin and above his lip as the night wore on. He touched his forehead to mine, and his thrusts became stronger. My hands smoothed up his back and I held him, letting him fuck however he needed to.

It didn’t matter to me as long as he was mine.

“I promised I’d take you out tomorrow night,” he whispered, “so will you come to dinner with me at my brother’s house? I wanna take you home.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my heart filling to the brim.

It was all I’d ever wanted, for someone to want me so much that he showed me off to the people most important to him. I just never expected to be in love with that man.

But I was. I was in love with Brand Lee.

He kissed me then, sealing the moment so no one could ever take it from me, and I cried out softly into his mouth as another wave crashed over me, my body clutching and responding to his as he came inside me.