Page 79 of Forever Finds Us
As I dried her long legs with a bath towel, she laughed and rolled her eyes. “As if I could. You broke me. My whole body is in tatters.”
“You’re beautiful when you come, broken or not.”
She blushed, and my dick pulsed with heat. I hadn’t finished inside her in the bath, so I was still hard as granite and aching to fuck her.
“I don’t understand, Brand.”
“Don’t understand what?” Reaching behind her, I grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her ass so it was lifted up and at the perfect angle for me to take it.
“What’re you doin?” she asked.
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t understand why you call me beauty. I don’t understand how someone like you wants someone like me.”
“Someone like me? Roxanne, please explain to me why you seem to think you aren’t worthy of my affection. How did you come to believe that about yourself?”
She shook her head, not wanting to admit her insecurities.
“This is all about trust. You know that, right?” I asked. “If you don’t trust me, how the hell did you let me do to you what I just did?”
She grunted in frustration and threw her arm over her eyes. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do. Every relationship I’ve had has ended in disappointment. What I want never matters. What I need. And I’m not just talkin’ about romantic or sexual relationships, although, sadly they’re few and far between.
“But all my life, I’ve been the best friend. The middle daughter. The weird one. The sister without a husband or kids. In my family’s eyes, it makes me less than. What I want out of life doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“But why? I know I’m different than the women you usually date.”
“Yeah, you are. Very different. You’re funny and kind, and you care for your friends in ways I haven’t experienced in a long time. You care for me. You’re smart and dedicated to your job and your role in your community.
“You are also the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, but it isn’t about what you wear or how other people see you. Your beauty comes from inside you, and it shines so fuckin’ bright, I can’t see straight when I’m with you.”
Lifting her arm away from her eyes, I placed her hand on my face, so she could see me and feel the words I needed her to hear. “The night of Merv’s heart attack, when you held me and let me talk about hard things I’d never uttered to anyone, that was when I knew. My money doesn’t matter to you. Status. Nice things. You don’t care about any of that. When you told me you loved me, I didn’t question it. I don’t have to worry if you’re lyin’ to get somethin’ from me.”
“No, you don’t. Never with me.”
“That means more to me than I can ever say. So lie back and let me show you.”
I kissed her, imagining a life I’d never dared to dream before. Long walks through the woods. Laughter and nights spent wrapped up together in the house she’d imagined me building for her.
If I could fix things with my brother, I could be worthy of Roxanne and her love, and the life playing out in my head could be ours.
“Look at the stars above us, beauty. Tell me what you see.”
She relaxed when I gave her direction and did what I told her to, and her trust in me made the need I felt for her inside my chest rage. Her head rolled back on the bed, and she gazed up at the night sky through the clear, plastic roof of the yurt, while I searched through my pack for the toy I’d brought with us, hoping for this exact occasion.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I never learned about the stars. I mean, I must have in science class at some point in my childhood, but I don’t remember.”
Crawling over her, I set the dildo, a condom, and a small bottle of lube between us on the bed, and I lay beside her. She tried to see what I’d brought with me, but I tilted her head back with my hand on her throat again and rolled to face her.
“Follow my finger,” I said, releasing her and pointing up toward the sky through the window. “See that square cluster of stars that kinda looks like SpongeBob fallin’ on his face?”
She laughed. “I think so.”
“That’s Pegasus. And below him is Aquarius.”
I moved my finger lower, and she squinted, trying to make heads or tails of the constellations. Lifting her arm, she pressed it against mine and twined her fingers with mine, pointing with me.
