Page 38 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Thirty

Roxanne

“He needed my care and compassion,” Brand said, “but I didn’t give it to him.”

We lowered our hands, and I slid mine over his jaw, rubbing softly over the stubble there. I held him, looking into his eyes, judging what I found there. All I saw was love and regret. He still blamed himself for how his brother’s life had turned out.

“You will now.”

He smiled. “I will. Tomorrow, we’ll find him, and tomorrow, if luck is on our side, my little brother and I will talk. But tonight under the northern stars, I have the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms. That ain’t somethin’ I’m willin’ to waste, so spread your legs for me, Roxanne.”

My entire body shivered at his command. The shakes started in my chest and moved to my arms and then my legs.

Brand moved between them, his big hands running up and down my ribcage, creating heat and anticipation.

“I love you,” he said. “I don’t know how it happened so quickly, but it’s this vast, tremendous thing inside my chest, and the only way I know how to stop it from breakin’ me apart inside is to have you in every way that I can.

In every way you’ll let me. I need to be inside you, every part of you. ”

Lifting the mysterious accoutrements from the bed, he rose above me on his knees, and my eyes flared when I finally saw what they were. A gasp slipped between my lips, but my legs widened and my heart began to race, and I couldn’t hold back the moan rushing out of my mouth.

He opened a condom packet that had lain hidden in the bedcovers and sheathed his cock with it, then slathered lube all over it with the palm of his hand, tugging his hardness and letting the lube ease the glide.

Heat flushed through me, and my asshole twitched at the sight.

I was ready. He lubed the skin-colored dildo with a nifty little clit-massaging attachment, then lowered it between my legs and slid it inside me.

When he pressed a button and the dildo began to buzz, I moaned and the clit attachment made me jerk in surprise.

Now who’s a mewling bomb in his bed?

He pushed the dildo in and out slowly, the tickler doing its job quite nicely as it hummed and vibrated against my clit, and I braced myself for the impending invasion, but I already knew I’d love it. If Brand was the one filling me and making me come, it didn’t matter how he accomplished it.

I wanted him, craved every single thing he needed to do to me, and I wanted to give every single thing he asked of me.

He was right about the trust. I trusted that he wouldn’t take too much and that he wouldn’t hurt me, and he trusted me to accept him and his kinks and to tell him what I wanted and needed.

And now he was trusting me to hold his secrets safe.

“I need to fill your body completely. I need you to feel me everywhere, and I will make you come so many times, the stars in the sky won’t compare to the light you see.”

“Yes, baby,” I said breathlessly as he leaned over me, his hands beside my arms on the bed, and he pushed the head of his cock inside my ass.

I was relaxed, so turned on, and so in love with him that my body accepted what he gave me.

There was barely any resistance. “Take me. Take everything you need from me. I belong to you.”

A sexy smile curved the edges of his lips. “Forever found us, beauty. We weren’t even lookin’ for it, but the night knew what we didn’t, and now she’s guidin’ us home.”

Morning came way too soon.

My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache. But the pain was delicious, and feeling the tightness and the well-used throb of certain orifices and muscles only made me want Brand again desperately.

Waking up beside him was delicious too. I hadn’t told him, but I’d never done that with a man before. The motel didn’t count since Brand hadn’t had his own vehicle to get away in, but the men always ran, took what they wanted from me and then hit the road.

Not Brand. He wanted and needed me at his side, and that knowledge filled me fuller than his cock had last night.

I’d had no idea what I’d been missing by never allowing anyone to take my ass. The orgasms! Jesus. I had no clue I could come that hard that many times.

I tried to be quiet. I promised I would, but the entire yurt community was now quite aware of how much I liked butt sex, double penetration, and the feeling of being stuffed full of Brand’s cock and a dildo at the same time.

Everyone in a two-mile radius had to have heard me chanting and begging, “Yes! Again. Fill me again, Brand. You feel so good inside me. Tap that ass!”

In fact, I’d probably screamed it loud enough for the entire state of California to hear.

Just thinking about it made me wet again.

Unfortunately, the impending, emotionally wrought conversation Brand needed to have with his brother kind of eighty-sixed that idea.

But when I rolled onto my back, eyes still closed in satisfied bliss and feeling with my hand for the hard, hot body I’d slept curled up against all night, Brand wasn’t in the bed.

“I’m right here, good girl,” he rumbled from the other side of the yurt.

Cracking an eyelid, I spotted him with his laptop open in front of him on the dining table. Coffee waited for me in an “I Love Yurts” mug, and a plate of what my nose told me was bacon and eggs sat opposite my boyfriend on the table.

“Is everything okay?” I nodded to his laptop.

“Yes,” he said, and he lifted his “Golden State” mug for a sip of coffee.

“Just checkin’ emails while I waited for you to stir.

I received an interesting one though. Someone heard about the job bid I won for the new housing development in Wisper, and they offered to take the contract off my hands for a very nice price. ”

“Really? Is that usual, for someone to email you out of the blue and offer somethin’ like that?”

“It’s not usual, I wouldn’t think, but it’s not un usual.”

“Are you interested?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe.” He laughed. “If I did sell it to this guy, he could work with Gina Scott. She’d hate that.”

A wicked grin grew on my face. Oh, I liked that idea.

Brand chuckled, and I asked, “What time is it? Have you already showered?”

“It’s eight thirty. And yes, though I hoped you’d hear me and wake up so I could take you in the shower, but you were dead to the world.”

God. Why did everything that came out of his mouth have to be so sexy?

“Hm. I wonder why.”

Morning light coming in the roof window bathed him in its buttery warmth, and it highlighted his face for a moment, drawing my eyes to his freshly shaven cheeks and chin and the smile lines around his mouth.

“Come eat,” he said. “There’s a small diner on the property, and they sent me back with fresh coffee and eggs for you. The woman workin’ the grill said she thought you might need it this mornin’.”

I sat up, groaning and covering my face with my hands. The blanket pooled around my naked hips, but I wasn’t embarrassed to show my body to Brand. He loved it. He’d kissed and fucked all of it last night over and over again.

“Oh my God,” I groaned. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

“There’s no need for your embarrassment, Roxanne. You’ll never see these people again. The important thing is that you enjoyed yourself.” He closed the laptop softly and turned toward me still in the bed. “Did you?”

“Did I enjoy myself? Are you seriously askin’ me that right now? Is it somehow possible you missed me screamin’ your name and beggin’ you to fuck me again?”

He rose slowly and crossed the yurt, his height making it feel small, when in reality, it was bigger than any hotel room I’d ever stayed in.

When he climbed over me on the bed, Brand murmured, “Would you like me to fuck you again now?”

He yanked the comforter away, letting it fall over the edge of the bed to the floor, and I lay back into the soft cocoon of the mattress and pulled him with me.

He took my nipple into his warm mouth. He licked it, fluttered his tongue around it, and I ran my hands down his back and squeezed his ass cheeks, tugging him closer and feeling his hard cock rub my naked body through his jeans.

“Yes,” I said. “I would, but I think we have more important things to attend to today.” He dipped his head, lowering it into the crook of my neck and kissing me there. “Brand? What’s wrong? Have you changed your mind? Do you not want to find Dixon? We came all this way.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. It’s just that I have no control over what will happen today or the outcome, and if you haven’t noticed, I kinda need to be in control at all times.”

“Well,” I said, lifting my hands and running my fingers through his still-damp hair, “if things get out of control today, I’ll be there, and I will face it with you. Deal?”

He whispered, “I love you.”

“What would you do if you sold your contract? I mean, would you just shut down Lee Construction?” I asked, trying to distract him as he drove us the few miles left until we arrived at the house Nesty had told us about.

“I would dissolve it, yes.”

“Is that somethin’ you’ve thought about?”

Filtered light broke through the treetops, and it flashed across Brand’s sunglass lenses, like a silent movie played on them.

“No. Not until very recently. But it’s intriguing because lately I’ve been thinkin’ about what my experience in business could do for the cabins and the ranch, for Bax and Rye and the family. So far, I’ve been pretty hands-off, but I don’t have to be.

“Though, I have employees who depend on the income the jobs I provide earn them, and I could never stop bein’ a builder.

I love buildin’ shit. So, I guess I’d need to figure out what I’d want to do.

Money’s not an issue, so what could I do that would better people’s lives, let me still be a builder, and not take up all my time so that I could help on the ranch?

” He slowed the Jeep. “I’ve got some ideas. ”

“Is this it?” I asked as we turned onto a gravel drive north of Mad River, twenty miles northeast of where we slept last night.

“We’re about to find out,” Brand said, his voice tight with nerves.

Small, wooden cabins dotted the property between Douglas firs and overgrown bushes, and so many ferns, I couldn’t tell where they ended and the ground began.

Clouds had moved in over us, and they made the mood in the Jeep sullen.

A nervous and melancholic energy emanated out of Brand in a low pulse.

The whole place reminded me of summer camp from the eighties.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jason Voorhees ran out of the woods, mask on and machete in hand.

Damn my sister, Maureen, for making me watch those stupid movies.

Now I’d be looking over my shoulder all day. I should’ve brought my gun.

But when we arrived at the end of the drive in front of a white, rundown farmhouse, a short woman wearing a beekeeper’s hat appeared around the side, and my thought seemed silly.

See-through black mesh shaded her face, and she grasped a long pair of white gloves in her hand and a full-length, white beekeeping suit hung from her forearm.

“Can I help you?” she asked as we exited the Jeep, and the sound of her voice, weak and lacking strong breath support, told me she was older.

Brand seemed frozen, as if he didn’t have the words to say the simple thing he needed.

I cleared my throat and grabbed his hand, leading him closer to the woman. “Yes, hello. I’m Roxi, and this is Brand Lee. We’re lookin’ for his brother, Dixon. We were told he might be here?”

The woman was nodding her head before I’d even finished my sentence, and she removed the hat and held it under her arm. “Yes, he’s in the back field with the pups. He’s a good kid. I hope you’re not here to bring him trouble. He’s had enough of that.”

The woman was older, I’d been right, but she had shrewd dark eyes and long, thick, silver hair held back by a raw strip of black leather.

Finally, Brand snapped out of his trance. “No, ma’am,” he said. “We’re not here to cause trouble. I’d just really like to talk to my little brother.”

“You got ID? One can never be too careful,” she said.

Brand pulled his wallet from his back pocket and offered his license to her.

She looked it over, glancing back and forth between it and Brand’s handsome face.

“I see the resemblance.” She stepped closer, handed the license back, then held out her hand to shake his.

“I’m Brenda. Brenda Coulter. My husband isn’t here at the moment, but he’ll be back soon.

He just ran into town to run an errand.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand too.

“Would you like a cup of tea? I was just about to make some for myself. It’s a bit chilly today.”

“Sure,” I said, knowing that if I could get her talking, Brand might have a better opportunity for privacy with Dixon. It was a tactic I used all the time on the job. “Thank you.”

“Alright then, follow me up to the house,” she said, but her eyes never left Brand and she didn’t move.

Miss Brenda was a wise woman. She read him easily.

“I s’pose you’ll be wantin’ to talk to your brother first. Roxi can come with me, but you go on now, straight back behind the house.

Keep walkin’ till you get to a fence. Dixon’s back there, workin’ with two of our dogs today.

From the minute he showed up here, those damn dogs loved him. He’s real good with ’em.

“But hear me now, young man, I won’t tolerate any fightin’ on my land, and I expect you to mind your manners. Your brother is hurtin’. He’s here tryin’ to find a path through a boatload of grief and to stay clean. Don’t you say anything to him to rattle his cage.”

Brand squeezed my hand in his and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”