Page 68 of Forever Finds Us
Abey chuckled. “I have never looked forward to book club more in my life!”
“What is this book club I keep hearing about?” Tab asked. “And how do I get in on the action?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Brand
Spending the evening with Roxanne and my family had temporarily cured me of the vicious cycle of thoughts swirling in my mind like a cesspool. Even Gina Scott and her dramatics couldn’t spoil it.
Roxanne’s laughter had been like therapy for me tonight and seeing her regain her confidence and her insecurity melt away helped tremendously.
But now that we were back at her place, sipping the leftover whiskey from last night and watching and listening to a fire crackle on her TV screen, Dixon and Stuey were on my mind again. Dixon’s absence tonight at our family dinner hurt, and being around Stuart was like a knife in my gut. He probably misunderstood when I whispered in his ear before we left tonight that his daddy loved him and missed him. He probably thought I had been talking about Bax.
How could I keep lying to the people I loved? To Stuey? He deserved to know his dad was out there, loving and missing him from afar, but I just couldn’t bring myself to rat my brother out. If it was the only thing he’d ask of me, I had to keep his confidence. I owed him that.
“Brand?”
“Hm?” I looked at Roxanne next to me on her couch and realized she’d been talking to me, but I couldn’t recall one thing she’d said. “I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted, I guess.”
“You’re tired,” she said. “We didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I am a bit, but it’s not that.”
“No? What is it? You’re always asking me what I need from you, but tonight, tell me what you need from me. I’d give you anything you ask for.”
“You would?”
She wrapped her arm around mine between us and hugged me. “Of course, what is it you need, baby?”
“I need you,” I said, and I pulled her on top of me, grabbing her glass before it spilled. I set it on the side table next to me, and she straddled my legs.
“You have me,” she said, lifting her dress over her head. Her bare breasts bounced, and seeing her in only her thong drove me wild.
She began to unbutton my jeans and then unzip them. She moved to the floor and knelt between my legs, then tugged the jeans and my boxers down my thighs and rubbed her hands over them slowly. She leaned over me, looking at my cock now standing up between us, smiled softly up at me, and descended.
“Roxanne,” I groaned when she opened her mouth and took me inside. I was so hard, it hurt. My head fell to the back of the couch, eyes closed in ecstasy. “Is this how you imagined it earlier, when I told you you’d suck my dick before the night was through?”
“Mm,” she moaned around my cock and nodded, and the movement made her suck me harder.
“Fuck.”
She increased her pace and wrapped her hand tightly around the base of my dick, then added her other hand and squeezed hard.
“Yeah,” I breathed, begging for more, watching her head bob above my body. My belt hung from my jeans, the buckle glinting in the light from her lamp, and it gave me an idea.
The flat of her tongue dragging up my shaft and then curling around the head of my cock was exquisite torture. I could barely focus, but I managed to pull the belt from the loops of my jeans. I folded it in half and held it by the buckle, then let the leather fall over her back as she sucked me.
She felt it and she shivered. She thought I wanted to use it on her.
“Beauty,” I said, trying not to come, “will you to do somethin’ for me?” She looked up my body, but she didn’t stop sucking my dick, and the sight of her flushed cheeks and her mouth wrapped around me was almost my undoing. I bucked into her, and the belt buckle dug into my palm when I grabbed onto the arm and the back of the couch for leverage to fuck her mouth harder.
She didn’t look away, and neither did I as I lifted the belt above her back and let it fall onto her skin with a soft slap. She gasped and sucked harder.
“Goddamn,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. Trying to stay in control. “Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good.”
But I wanted to feel the belt. I wanted her to punish me.
Since Dixon’s call and her bite this evening, I needed it more every passing second.
