Page 36 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Roxanne

Northern California, between Redding and the coast, looked like we’d driven onto the set of Virgin River .

Aubrey had made me watch it. She liked the heartfelt stories and all the quirky townsfolk in the show.

I liked the sex. Or the almost-sex. She’d tried to get me to read the books, too, but I’d only made it through the first one before Brand had come to town and distracted me.

But now that I could see the area the books had been set in, I was eager to read more.

Redwoods and fir trees lined two-lane Highway 36, creating a high canopy above the road, casting shadows on the light traffic passing us in the eastbound lane.

Spectacular views, high mountain bridges, and small towns interrupted the scenic route every so often, and wooden signs had been stuck into the earth here and there, noting county roads and small businesses.

The weather was cool but sunny, and warm light filtered down to us through the tall trees. Brand wore a pair of sunglasses he’d pulled out of his backpack. He reminded me of James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause , my dad’s favorite movie.

“What’s the plan then?” I asked. “We’re almost to Mad River. If I’m right about the road Evo told us to take, it’s not far past the town.”

“It’s late in the day. I was thinkin’ we should find a hotel and get somethin’ to eat. We can set out early tomorrow mornin’ to find Dixon.”

“Okay,” I said, scrolling my maps app and pulling up lodging options. “How do you feel about yurts?”

“Does it come with granola, or do we need to supply our own?”

I snorted. “Ha ha. But it looks cool. It’s got heat and a private bathroom, and look.” I held my phone between us so Brand could see the screen. “There’s a big window over the bed so we can fall asleep under the stars.”

A slow smile lifted his lips. “I’ll fuck you under those stars. Wait. Are yurts soundproof? It’s basically a big tent, right?”

“I think so. But I’ll just have to whisper ‘yes, sir’ in your ear so no one else will hear.”

He groaned. “Don’t you start with that now, or I’ll put you over my knee for distractin’ me while I’m drivin’.”

“Is that a promise, sir?” I said coyly, and I reached over to unbutton his jeans. I slid my hand inside and grasped his cock tightly. He was hard, and it was an empowering feeling, knowing I had that much control over his body.

“ Roxanne .”

“Yes, sir? Would you like me to stop?”

The Jeep swerved when I squeezed. “Fuck.”

Brand’s quickened breath was the only sound I could hear except for the wind whipping past the SUV outside. I pumped his thick length, watching his face and the way his eyelids grew heavier, like they wanted to fall shut, but he couldn’t let them because he was driving.

“This isn’t behavior I’d expect from a law enforcement officer,” he breathed.

As I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over his lap, his hand tangled in my hair and he pushed my head below the steering wheel.

Before I sucked his cock into my mouth, I whispered, “Then it’s a good thing I’m not on duty.”

“So, this is a yurt?”

“It is,” I said, spinning in a slow circle in the center of the round, extremely fancy tent. “I don’t think they’re all this nice though. Ours has a claw-foot tub and a microwave.”

The impromptu blowjob I’d given Brand had extended our driving time a bit. He pulled off the highway just short of Mad River into a little carved-out lookout cove, parked, and I sucked like my life depended on him coming.

It hadn’t taken long, and then he calmly got out of the car and walked around to open my door and undress me from the waist down so he could finger me right there on the side of the road in the dappled daylight, and I came with my legs spread wide on the seat, his eyes on mine, and the mountain wind in my hair.

We ate an early dinner at a quirky little burger hut in Mad River, and then went to find our rental yurt.

“I’ll draw us a bath.” He set my suitcase and his backpack on a humungous round bed and went to fill the impressive tub while I sat and checked my messages on my phone.

I had been avoiding it. When I asked for a few days off work, Abey had agreed easily.

Unless I was really sick, I wasn’t one to take days off, so I had a bunch saved up.

But she was definitely curious about why I wanted to take the time.

I promised Brand I wouldn’t tell her as long as he gave me his word that he’d come clean after we found Dixon.

He’d agreed again and sealed his promise with a kiss.

But I still felt hesitation coming from him. I knew he didn’t want to keep his family in the dark. It was clear that doing so had been difficult and painful for him and that he was very aware of how much it would affect them, so I wasn’t sure why he didn’t want to come clean.

Finally, I opened my texts, and sure enough, there was an ongoing meme war in our group chat between my sisters and one from Abey waiting for me to open it:

7: 19 PM

If you and my brother are on some kinda sexcation, I don’t want to know details. BUT if this is something else, you better fess up.

It’s not entirely a sexcation. But why would you think it was something else?

She responded immediately:

Cuz Brand has been off lately. Idk why. Do you?

I didn’t know the right thing to do. Answer with yes, but not tell her we were looking for Dixon? Or lie and say I had no clue what had been going on with Brand?

“The water’s almost ready,” Brand said, and he took my phone and the decision out my hands, and then he pushed until I lay back flat on the bed. “How shall I punish you for earlier?”

“Mm. I thought you said you were gonna take me over your knee. I quite liked that threat.”

“Later. Right now, I’m feelin’ a little like gettin’ even.

” He pulled my jeans down, kissing and licking as he followed the denim down my thighs.

My pretty, frilly pink underwear went next, and then he stood and removed my sweatshirt and my Teton County T-shirt underneath.

“Good girl,” he praised when he saw no bra beneath.

When he said that, when he called me his “good girl,” even though he was younger than me, it sent this rush of pleasure through my body, like a shot of dopamine.

Maybe that was what hearing him say it caused inside me.

Whatever it was, I loved it. It made me want to work hard to obey and please him.

It was a small bit of ease that took the edge off the loss of control I felt when anxiety and insecurity plagued me.

It wouldn’t have worked with any other man, but Brand had a commanding way about him. And the look in his eyes, his utter devotion to my satisfaction made me ache to please him.

He played with my breasts for a few moments, licking my nipples and pinching with his fingers. He massaged and pressed my tits together and leaned over me to kiss me, but before I could claim his lips, he pulled them away and slid down to his knees between my legs.

“You are not to make a sound, do you understand?” He looked up my body. “You may answer this time.”

“Yes, sir.”

Grabbing his backpack, he yanked it to the floor and unzipped a pocket. My heart raced at the thought of what he might have packed in there. I squirmed, trying to see, but he gripped my throat to keep me still while he continued to search inside the bag. “Hands at your sides.”

Well, that just made me wetter.

“If you move, you won’t get what you deserve. Do you want what I have for you?”

I nodded eagerly. Whatever it was, I was desperate for it.

“Good,” he breathed between my legs, and his cool breath washed over my hot pussy. “Look at you, beauty. Already so wet for me.”

“Yes, sir. Please .”

A loud slap rent the air and my inner thigh stung . “I said no talkin’.” He set a short, black leather crop on the bed next to my hip, and I gasped and moaned while he continued to rummage in the bag a few seconds longer. Finally, he found what he wanted, and he stilled between my legs.

“You may answer my next question, and then not a word. If I have to, I’ll gag you.”

I kept my mouth closed and gritted my teeth to stop from moaning again.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Basketball,” I breathed, my whole body beginning to tremble with anticipation.

“Good girl. Now, from here on out, you may not speak or make noise, and my beauty, you may not come until I give you permission.”

“Bu—”

The look in his eyes shut me up. He wasn’t joking or fooling around.

“What was that?”

I shook my head. No way was I going to talk and lose whatever it was he was planning to give me.

With a nod and without warning, he leaned forward and ate my pussy, licking inside my body and rubbing something small in the wet channel between my lips. I drove my hips into his face over and over, seeking the pressure I needed to come, but he refused to touch my clit.

After five minutes of that torture, I was sweating and ready to scream. Finally, he reached inside me and pumped his fingers, but there was also a foreign sensation, something kind of hard and round slipping through those fingers.

He pulled out of me and sat back on his heels, licking my mess off his mouth with an eager tongue.

“I told you I want to fuck this ass.” He pressed one finger against my hole and rubbed in a circle softly.

“This beautiful ass. But you’re not ready for that, so I’m gonna make you ready. Nod if you consent.”

The back of my head hit the mattress so many times, I felt dizzy as he slipped a finger back inside my pussy.

“That’s the right answer,” he breathed, and it was the only warning before his finger slid out of one hole and pushed inside the other slowly.

“Your cunt is so wet, I don’t even need to use lube.

” But he pulled out quickly, and there was a really odd sensation left in my ass.

“Don’t move. Stay right here and get used to it. ”

As he walked to the sink to wash his hands, I wiggled my butt on the bed, trying to ascertain what he’d left in my body. I reached between my legs and felt some kind of bulbous silicone toy inserted shallowly.

“Anal beads,” he said, walking back to me. He held out his hands and when I took them, he pulled me to my feet. “Is it painful?”

I shook my head.

“Good. Let’s get you in the tub.”

With his aid, I climbed into the hot water and sank down. The beads moved in my ass, and I moaned. Brand pulled the crop from his back pocket and slapped the space between my breasts once, then dropped the crop to the floor.

“No sound. Now, there are three connected beads. The one I slipped inside you is the smallest. I’m gonna undress, and I want you to watch me and finger your pussy. Do. Not. Come. And when you’re ready, I’ll give you the next bead.”

Nodding like a starved puppy with a big ol’ bowl of grub in front of me, I was practically panting.

“Start now,” he said. “Fuck your pussy with those long fingers. Don’t half ass it.” He smirked and tore his T-shirt over his head.

He watched my hand beneath the water and the way my tits jiggled and my body tensed when I slipped my fingers between my pussy lips and rubbed my clit, and he smiled when I slid two fingers inside myself and my rigid muscles relaxed.

I was already writhing, feeling an orgasm build, and then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs.

Brand’s dick was majestic and supremely thick with arousal, his veins bulging as he wrapped his hand around it and pumped. The head turned purple as he twisted and squeezed himself almost violently.

Oh God. Oh no. There’s so fucking way I’m not coming!

“ Roxanne ,” he warned and I froze, as if his voice was the very neurons commanding my muscles and telling them to stop. “Not yet.”

My eyes locked on his when he climbed over and straddled the curved edges of the tub, bringing his cock straight to my mouth. His balls dipped into the water, and I imagined sinking underneath and sucking them.

“Open.”

My mouth popped open so fast, tongue flat and ready to accept his cock inside. It was probably funny, but there was no laughter on Brand’s face.

Only lust.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he scooted forward two inches and bumped his hardness against my chin. “I want to fuck your throat while you finger yourself.

“Tell me yes.”