Page 66 of Forever Finds Us
Brand growled into my mouth. “That’s all you want? A house?” He slipped another finger inside me, dragging his whole hand in and out, over and over, claiming me, owning me, and slamming the hard heel of his palm against my clit with every thrust in. “I don’t give a shit where you live, but baby, if a house is what you want, I’ll build you the finest fuckin’ home in all Wyoming.”
Were we really having this conversation up against a tree, not two-hundred yards from where his family still sat eating cheesy pasta?
But between panting breaths and moans, I said, “I d-don’t need the finest, just a nice place. A view would be cool and a g-good kitchen. I need counter space for all the Christmas candies and crafts I send to my n-nieces and nephews. My place has shit counters. There’s b-barely enough room for a two-slot toaster.”
Watching my face closely so he could see the pleasure when he gave it to me, he curled all four fingers inside me, hitting places that made my heart race and liquid gush all over his hand. “Mm. We can talk logistics later. Maybe we can hire Gina to draw up the plans.”
I froze. My hands stilled on his back where my short fingernails had probably left red divots beneath his shirt. “What did you just say to me?”
“There she is,” he breathed. “Beautiful, argumentative Roxi. Gimme hell, girl.”
“That bitch ain’t comin’ anywhere near my beautiful, imaginary house,” I said.
His lips were close, so I bit them. Blood welled below his lip where my teeth nicked him, and he licked it away.
He stared at me in amazement. Two seconds passed, and he growled, “Get on my dick. Now.” He reached for his zipper.
“No,” I said flippantly. “I don’t think I will. Not till you make me come and then put the greedy jerk tryin’ to ruin my date in her place.”
He moaned, and my head hit bark when he slammed his mouth over mine. I bit him again but kissed the pain away this time as his hand resumed its shock-and-awe routine between my legs.
Normally, Brand’s kisses were a little possessive, commanding for sure, and intoxicating, but now, his mouth on mine was brutal and unyielding, his tongue like a snake, impossibly strong, but slow and warm and relentless.
His entire family could’ve been ten feet away, eating buckets of popcorn and sucking fountain pop through straws as they watched us go at each other, but they wouldn’t have stopped us.
Suddenly, Brand dropped to his knees and shoved my dress above my navel. He held it to my stomach with one hand and pressed his face between my legs, licking around my thong and sucking the juice from my cunt. He moaned and swallowed it eagerly and slid a slippery finger over my asshole.
“I’m gonna fuck this ass soon,” he promised. “You’ve earned it.”
My whole body shivered and stuttered, and when he bit my clit and slipped his fingers back inside, I came, biting my own lip to keep from screaming.
If I’d had a collar and leash, Brand would’ve followed me like a puppy as I sauntered to Bax’s front porch, completely relaxed and confident once more.
Brand was addicted to me now, the power struggle between us reversed again.
A little blood and pain was all it had taken.
We used the bathroom inside Bax’s house to clean up, and he rubbed between my legs with a cool, wet washcloth while I dabbed at the red bite mark below his lip with the edge of a hand towel.
“I’m sorry I bit you,” I said.
His eyes met mine. “Don’t you apologize. It was hot as fuck.”
I moaned when he cupped the washcloth over my pussy and jerked my body against his.
“Now, let’s go finish our dinner,” he whispered. “You’re gonna need strength to make it through what I have planned for you tonight.”
When we took our seats out back, Gina had mysteriously gone missing.
“I apologize,” Brand told the table as he laid his napkin over his thigh. “Mama, did your guest leave?”
Merv said nothing, but Athena chimed in. “Gina faked a call. Said she had to go, but I saw her screen. It was blank. There was no call.”
Devo snickered under her breath, and Merv frowned. Good, I hoped Gina Scott spied on us and got an eyeful.
“So,” Bax drawled, “do I need to power wash my front porch, or did y’all do it in the barn?”
“Ew, Daddy,” Athena complained. “Gross.”
