Page 41 of Forever Finds Us
“Yeah. I love them fiercely, but I think you and I have more in common than we know.”
“How so?”
“Mm. I was different than my sisters. I’ve never wanted what they did. And I’m… anxious. You know?”
“You fidget.”
I blushed, embarrassed he’d noticed. No one ever had before, besides Aubrey. “Yeah. Always have. I don’t know. I guess I see the negative around me. I can get obsessed about it. I don’t try to, but I do, and I guess I try to distract myself from all the bad stuff I see every day.”
“I imagine in your job, that could be pretty depressing. Traumatic even.”
“Yeah. But I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t give up my job for anything. After high school, I knew I wanted to be in law enforcement. My uncle Al is a cop, and I’ve looked up to him since I was ten years old. He worked the Oklahoma City bombing. He’s a hero. He helped so many people.” I smiled, thinking of Al and what he’d curse at me if he heard me call him a hero. “But in our family, girls get married. They pop out kids and make a home. I didn’t want that.
“Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothin’ wrong with that life. And actually, I’d love to be married, to know my husband was at home, waitin’ on me. I respect my sisters and how hard they work at home with the kids. But I needed somethin’ different.
“I’ve got this… thing inside me. I need to help people too. It’s what fulfills me, you know? It’s who I am.” I shook my head against the pillow. “But my mama still calls once a week to nag me about bringin’ a man home for the holidays and the kids I’ll never have.”
“Hm. And if you did bring someone home? Tell me what that would look like.”
“Well, if I had my way, he’d show up on his valiant steed and shut my mama up, but then he’d back me up and tell her how proud he is of me and the job I do.” Massaging my fingertips through Brand’s hair, I said, “He would of course be the most handsome man in the world, he wouldn’t care that I’m weird, and he’d be head over heels in love with me. He’d probably propose in front of the whole family, and we’d ride off into the sunset and they’d all be left speechless.”
Brand smiled up at me. “You’ve given this some thought.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had the time. And I’ve dated enough Mr. Wrongs to know what I don’t want.”
We were quiet for a while, and I kept up my slow tousling of his hair. Whatever weirdness or difference I had inside me seemed to be calmed when I touched him.
“Roxanne, do you know what neurodivergence is?”
I shrugged. “Not really. I mean, isn’t it like autism?”
“That’s one form, but neurodivergence just means that your brain works a little differently than most people’s. One of my project leads, Tweety, is neurodivergent. It makes him uncomfortable when he has to deal with people he doesn’t know, but the man is one hell of a lead. He’s only twenty-six, but he’s already well on his way to runnin’ my whole company.”
“Tweety?”
“Yeah. His name is Jason Kendrick, but he wears cartoon T-shirts every day, so the crew started callin’ him Tweety.”
Brand’s hands still clinging to me began to move. They slid from beneath me and to my knees slowly. He spread them and moved his body between them, kissing my thighs, tickling the backs of my knees with his tongue, and the barely controlled need in his eyes when his gaze met mine again began to clear away the conversation between us.
“Is that… unappealing? My quirks. Am I not who you want?”
He shook his head. “It’s who you are. There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ different. Haven’t you noticed I’m a little different too? I think it’s why I’m so drawn to you.”
He couldn’t have answered any more perfectly. “Really?”
He nodded, pushing my bent legs down to the mattress. “This is who I am, Roxanne,” he said, my name a rasp from his mouth. “And you are what I want and what I need.” His elbows dug into the tender skin of my thighs, pressing them harder to the bed, and he spread my pussy lips open with his thumbs and fixed his eyes on the part of me other men had barely glimpsed, but Brand stared at my body like he wanted to memorize the sight of my wet, pink, swollen skin.
He’d already dragged me to sweet perdition and back tonight, but there was no mistaking that he was ready to do it again.
He bent his head, and his tongue peeked out of his mouth before he took a long, slow lap between my legs. Goosebumps rose all over me, and I cried out in ecstasy.
“What a mess I’ve made between your legs, beauty,” he whispered, and his tongue entered my body, wet and hot, collecting the cum he’d left inside me the last time he’d fucked me.
Curling it onto the flat of his tongue, he rose above me, his biceps flexing and holding him up. He worked our cum in his mouth, mixing it with his saliva. Pursing his lips, he let it drip onto my belly, and he rubbed his spit into my skin with one hand while his other sought things inside me I had no words for.
But we didn’t really need words anymore. Not tonight.
His calloused fingers worked me, the hilt of his hand pounding my pubic bones with every pump.
