Page 75 of Forever Finds Us
“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.”
