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Lost & Wild: A Joshua Brown Story - Bonus Chapter: A Lost & Wild Father’s Day (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/cRtUByLswX Joshua Bam Bam Brown x OC When two reality show worlds collide, will everything fall apart or will the find something they didn’t know they were looking for. Harper James and her 14 cousins are the stars of their own reality show in Missouri. Their network has setup a special merger with the Alaskan Bush People family and 5 of the cousins from Harper’s show. Tensions arise and tempers flare. Will the strong willed Harper be taken with the smug and confident Joshua Bam Bam Brown or will he be the one taken with her?

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50 Shades of Alaskan Bush People - The Brown Boys (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/AJIjB5nHhU Collection of One-shots with the Brown boys in compromising situations ;)

Um, Yep. Reblogging because, why not!

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10 Weeks Later - Matt Brown Steam

After watching him pop out of a box, I felt like we could all use a little Matt Brown smut - enjoy!

Characters: Matt Brown/OC

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Smutty goodness

Louisa’s face hit the bed. Her back ached with relief as the mattress became the main support rather than her tired feet. It was only two. Two tiny, squawling, adorable, exhausting babies. She’d never known that she could be this tired and her eyes still be open. To be fair, the babies were mostly happy, easily contented. But when they were not, they were united in the attempt to wear their parents to within a thin line of their sanity.

Soon the bed dipped as Matthew joined her, flopping on his back groaning.

“The bed has never felt so nice.” His arms flopped over his chest. Louisa had to will her head to turn, resting on the opposite cheek as she turned to face him.

“I know what you mean. I don’t think I can move any more muscles. I’m so tired.” She tried not to whine, but some of the words just couldn’t help to carry the sound of slight complaint.

“You ever wish I’d pulled out?” Matt’s crass joke made him chuckle and though Louisa tried to be offended, it tickled her a bit.

“Matthew Jeremiah, you watch your tongue. You know you love those babies. I do, too. I just wish...they were so much quieter.” She closed her eyes, resting them, but her ears were still alert for the sounds of any discomfort from their tiny infants.

Both Prim and Jeremiah had been borderline colicky, but multiplying that fate by two was teetering on too much for either of the new parents. Matt had his fair share of helping raise children; being the oldest of the Brown children, he’d spent plenty of nights walking the floor (or ground) with a fussy baby, changing diapers, feedings. But it was different, now that they were his own. He turned to meet Louisa’s eyes.

“I do love them. And you.” His hand brushed her cheek, “You know….the doctor said 10 weeks.”

“It hasn’t been 10 weeks.” She said, counting the days in her head, knowing some seem to run together into a blur.

“Oh yes it has. It was 10 weeks four days ago.” Matt hummed matter-of-factly.

Louisa sighed. She did desperately miss Matt as her husband. They’d barely pecked lips since they’d come home from the hospital. Nursing was taking a toll on her with two babe stomachs to fill and Matt had been running himself ragged between helping with them, trying to keep Louisa taken care of, as well as the household chores and work that needed to be done. How he’d managed to chop wood while barely being able to pick up an axe had been nothing short of a miracle.

But the cabin was warm. Bellies were full. And all was peaceful for the time being.

“I want to Matt. Believe me. I want us to have that time together. But I want to be as present as I can. I’m afraid I’d lay there like a slug.” She crawled up the bed a little more, letting her face crash into the pillow as she turned to her side, facing Matt.  

“Girl, don’t think I’m pushing you...that’s the last thing I want.” He followed her, taking her hands in his, kissing along her knuckles, “I just miss my wife...I want you to know that I still want you, I still desire you.”

Louisa blushed. She could feel the softness around her middle, the remainder of her pregnancy and immediately felt self-conscious about it. What if it moved too much, what if she couldn’t turn him on? These questions were not new. In fact, every time she bathed or changed, her mind was consumed with such thoughts.

“What? You think I wouldn’t still be insanely attracted to the love of my life? To the woman who changed my heart? Or is it me?” he grabbed a little of his pooch, jiggling it a little, “ Has my daddy weight made me an undesirable slob?” His self deprecation was in jest, knowing she would immediately defend him.

“Matt!” it worked, she perked up immediately, but hushed her tone afterwards,” Don’t you even think that. You are the most beautiful man.”

“And you are the most gorgeous woman.” He sidled closer to her, kissing the tip of her nose. She relaxed now, his hand resting on her hip. If anything, this man knew how to make her feel love and contentment. The love was wonderful, but the contentment? It had been then thing she’d pined for the most in life. To be enough. To be ‘it’ for someone. And through her disbelief, this man had spent many an hour showing her, convincing her, proving that she was those things and more.

“Tell me what you loved about me first.” He mumbled as he moved even closer. His lips brushed hers, dropping to her chin and kissing down to her neck, waiting for an answer. The kisses were like whispers of wind, the sensation intense for as light as it was.

“Matthew, you know what it was. “ She surrendered herself to the feeling, opening herself to him more. She’d said it a billion times. He wanted to hear it a billion more.

“Tell me….” He breathed the words over her skin.

“You’re laugh, that crazy, maniacal laugh. And the way those blue eyes of yours...just...lit up.” She managed to finish speaking even though his tongue licked a trail across her neck. It was amazing to her how such a short time of abstinence had made her so sensitive to his touch. His stubble across her jaw was excruciatingly enjoyable.

His lips and hands were patient, careful in his caresses, knowing she was sore and healing still. What he did touch he was soft and tender. Goosebumps cascaded down her skin repeatedly as he didn’t leave an inch of her unattended.

Against her leg, she felt his arousal, rigid and throbbing, even through his pants. She’d known he’d been yearning for relief for some time, but had been nothing short of a saint when it came to patience. And for the first time in weeks, she felt a need arise in herself. Not one of nurturing or mothering, but one of a primal nature. She felt the beast of desire stir itself awake as she felt how much he needed her.

His fingers gently played her pussy lips as if they were a gentle harp melody. His finger soon slick with her wetness as he hushed her cry of ecstasy with his lips. The release burned through her like a slow, smouldering blaze. The edges of her vision blurred and time was meaningly as her body quivered with the sexual thrill.

“Oh, my girl needed that bad didn’t she?” He hummed as he kissed her flushed, heated skin. Her eyes were a little wild now; her panting a sign of her thirst for him. She perched on her knees now, pawing at his pants, pushing them below his hips to free the strain on his manhood. He tried to quell his own aching desire, his instincts threatening his level head. More so when her soft hand encircled him. Even more when he lips were around his tip, the insane heat of her mouth enveloping him.

She grinned at the animalistic groan that he attention elicited from him. He was putty in her hands now. She knew the torturous pleasure of her slow movements was driving him to the brink of his self control. She had to admit, wielding such power over him was self-indulgent, but it also made her more submissive to her own wants.

His hands guided her head, careful to not let her bring him to the point of no return in which he would be lost to his own instinct. His eyes were glued to her as if her performance was art itself. Gently he stopped her, his eyes closing as he willed himself away from the edge of his impending release, his chest filling with deep breaths, his libido calming only slightly.

Matt lifted her face to his, his thumbs stroking her cheeks.

“Tell me...tell me if it’s too much...I’ll stop.” He spoke softly and she felt as if she’d melt right into him.

“Of course, Matthew. “ She turned her face to kiss his palm, laying back in against the bed, drawing him with her. His hips settled between her thighs with such a natural ease, it seemed as if they’d been built to fit each other. With a fluid movement of his hips, he found her entrance warm and wanting for him. He slid in with painstaking slowness, his eyes open though, watching for any hesitancy from her eyes.

Louisa gasped. It was obvious that it had been a while, but she was relieved that she could feel him, and feel him as much as before; her anatomical worries quelled, she relaxed a bit, letting herself feel more and more pleasure. She gripped her thighs a little tighter around his waist, her silent plea for more. He moved again, rhythmically, studying every expression for any suggestion of discomfort. When he found none, he moved again - and again. His pace quickened slightly as her hands slid along his ribs to his back, her fingertips gripping him.

“Lulu….love….you feel incredible…” he praised her, feeling her wetness surround him even more as his compliments erased any apprehension still lingering. As his movement intensity increased, so did her vocal appreciation. His lips had to quiet hers often. His hands slid under her shoulders, using them as leverage to delve deeper within her heat.

“Matthew...I want to watch….you…” She breathlessly begged. She didn’t want to risk another little one so quickly, but she really did enjoy watching him. He put on quite the visual spectacle.

He understood and knew that she could feel his grip of control slipping as much as he could.

“Anything...for you.” he grunted as he kissed her roughly, driving himself to the brink. He barely stalled his hips in time, withdrawing from her. His head fell back as his hand replaced the pressure of her, his seed spilling out repeatedly up her torso, the force of it spreading it farther than normal.

“Yes...Matthew...oh yes.” She panted watching him, getting almost as much pleasure from watching him experience a climax as she got from feeling it.

As he came down from the plateau, he watched as her fingers drug across her skin rubbing his seed in, making it a part of her. The scene was a perfect compliment to the pleasure waning within him. He hummed watching her.

She loved the feeling of him on her. A way of marking her as his. She didn’t mind if it seemed a little barbaric, she liked feeling like his. He made it no secret that he enjoyed feeling like hers either. He pulled himself back to the bed, his arms shaky now, the expended energy catching up to him now.

“My darling girl….” His words rushed out in a whoosh of air as his arms pulled her into a tight embrace, the slick heat of his sweaty body a comfort. Her giggle was raspy, her voice diminished from the sounds she’d made. She peppered kisses along his strong forearm, cuddling back into him. By some miracle the baby monitor still was quiet.

The fell into an effortless sleep as the light outside waned, wrapped in each other’s arms and love.

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50 Shades of Christmas: Gabe

Characters: Gabe/OC

Word Count:1297

Warnings: Steam, language

Description: Gabe’s excitement for the holiday can barely be contained, eager as he waits to open gifts. 

Gabriel paced back in forth in front of the twinkling tree that seemed almost out of place in his small, rustic cabin. Rachel had said to meet back at the cabin at dusk and she’d let him open one, just one, present early. The stipulation was that she got to choose the gift he opened as he would choose the one she would open as well. He’d been giddy all day, rushing through chores and hauling logs from the beach. Bam’s particularity concerning the placement of the logs cost more time than was necessary, but arguing with his older brother was a moot point.

Rachel had been helping prepare the holiday meal all day with the other women in her newly acquired family. Preparation in the bush took longer, but it was if anything more rewarding. But at this moment, Gabe was impatient with that process. The last few days he’d barely seen his wife except for a few moments at night where they’d given in only to their exhaustion. For newlyweds it was quite tortuous.

But tonight, tonight they’d promised to make time for each other. She wasn’t late, but still he paced. He glanced through the window towards the winding dirt path that led to their slightly secluded spot. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her walking quickly down the path, almost looking like she was keeping herself from running.

Gabe threw the door open and jogged down the path. Rachel’s heart leapt as she saw him; he still gave her butterflies in her stomach. His white t shirt clung to his muscles, he looked so delicious running toward her. She went to throw her arms around him, but he dipped a little, scooping her up in his arms.

“My lady, how I’ve missed you,” he dramatically sang. Rachel couldn’t help but giggle at his over produced accent. She held tight around his neck as he jogged quickly back to the cabin. His strong arms felt safe and secure, but she’d take any excuse to get herself closer to him. She felt butterflies in her stomach again, though this time more likely because of nerves now that they were back in the cabin. As Gabe set her to her feet, she saw his gift out of the corner of her eye. She momentarily second-guessed her choice, but in a split second, Gabe’s hands were on the gift, looking as if he were about to burst.

Quickly, he shoved a long, shallow box wrapped in shiny blue paper to her. The bow was immaculate as was the wrapping job. There was no doubt he’d called in help for this one. As if reading her thoughts, he cheekily spoke up.

“Bird helped me wrap it, but...not the gift. She didn’t see the gift.” he rambled on his explanation as if he was talking himself out of a bind. Rachel smiled, walking up to him. She placed a single finger over his lips to hush his nervous rambling.

“Thank you.” She leaned up to place a small kiss on his lips. His demeanor calmed slightly, she could see the tenseness leave as his shoulders relaxed a little, his expression resting.

“You first.” he nodded to the gift in her hands, sitting on the small love seat with her as she situated the wrapped box in her lap. She carefully removed the taped joints of the paper, trying desperately not to rip the pretty package. She planned on saving any wrapping paper she could get her hands on. Gabe’s anxiety seemed to grow with each passing moment of her meticulously unwrapping; his foot tapped the floor as she set the paper aside and went to work opening the box.

Inside the folded tissue paper was a gorgeous, luxurious silken robe and teddy. The bodice adorned with delicate lace. The material felt like butter as she felt the material with her finger tips. It was not at all practical but that’s what made her love it even more. It was something he knew she’d love and he didn’t try to use reason to make her want it less.

“Oh, Gabriel…” The fire was warm, the cabin toasty in contrast to the bitter cold that lie in wait just outside their door, “It’s...it’s exquisite.” She stumbled for the right word, but that seemed to be the only fitting description for the midnight blue ensemble that lay in her lap, “Can I put it on? Now?” She looked radiantly expectant, clutching it to her chest now. Gabe gulped, but nodded quickly, relieved that she was accepting of his gift and that she seemed to really like it.

She planted another quick kiss on his lips before scurrying to the only other room of the cabin, dressing quickly. She smoothed the delicious fabric over her, loving the way it glided across her skin. She cinched the robe, looking herself over in the mirror. It fit perfectly, framing her curves and valleys as if it was tailored specifically for her. She sashayed back into the front room, modeling the new frock. Gabe gulped again, grinning his approval.

Perched on his knee, she encouraged him to open his gift now. Gabe didn’t need any further prodding, tearing into the gift with excitement and anticipation clearly written on his face. The paper flew, the bow sailed across the room, landing in the branches of the tree. The box didn’t even survive, Gabe’s strength uncontrollable through his enthusiasm. She hoped her gift wasn’t a disappointment.

Gabe grabbed the item in the box, gripping it lightly. He turned it over in his hand studying the lines of it, feeling the smooth, sanded wood, the delicate carved pictures.

“It’s…” he held the grip in his palm more firmly.

“A paddle... “ Rachel finished for him, running her own finger down the edge of it, “I made it...it’s something I’ve wanted to try for a while.” She traced the carving of scrolls and a rose she’d done in the corner of it. She held her breath almost for a moment, until his smile reappeared.

“Really? You wanna give it a try soon?” His fist looked so in control of the device, Rachel squirmed on his lap.

“Tonight?” She bit her lip, imagining the feel of it with only the silky fabric between her skin and the wood. His widening grin was her answer as she stood up. She bent over, almost animatedly slow and purposeful, bracing her hands on the arm of the love seat. Gabe was not as gracefully, quickly standing so quickly that he almost lost his balance. Once he regained his composure, he walked slowly around her, letting the wood warm against her thigh, dragging it lightly.

“You’re sure?” He questioned her cooperation, but her slightly wiggling hips as she hummed was an affirmative answer.  

“Yes, Gabey...please.” She begged slightly.

He rubbed her backside gently with his hand, as if marking his target. He placed the paddle against her, letting her feel the smoothness of her handiwork, the warmth of the wood. A short, soft bump of the paddle prepped her before he quickly and firmly brought it back down. The sting was even and dulled quickly, but she felt it fade into a softly burning warmth. She let out a breath of air in response.

“Yes…” She softly whispered in response. She felt her face redden a little, but she wanted more.

“What was that?” Gabe asked, slightly amused. He waited for her to start speaking again before repeating the motion.

“Um...I said Merry,” he popped her backside against, stilting her words, “Christmas!” She finished with a high pitched whimper. He chuckled, lining up again as she flexed her hips, begging for more.

“Merry Christmas to you too my love.”

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50 Shades of Christmas: Bam

Part 5 of 5, the finale of the holiday series!

Characters: Bam/OC

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: Steam, language, slight smut

Description: Bam has shown Michelle a side of him that she wants to use the holiday to explore more.

Michelle awoke from her cat nap. Stretching, the blanket moved, almost uncovering her bare body from the trickle of dusky light that filtered through the window curtain gap. The sun was almost set and it was Christmas eve. She smiled as she saw the little rustic tree tucked into the little corner of their little bush cabin.

Other than her stretching moans and the crackle of the wood stove fire, no other noises were around. She was sure Bam was still helping chop wood and ready the middle of the family’s compound for the great Christmas bonfire. The sun set early so even as dark fell they’d still have at least a couple of hours. She glanced at the glimmering purple package beneath the tree boughs. Iridescent snowflakes caught the light and cast reflections on the hewn log walls.

Bam would shake his head at her excitement over the trimmings and trappings of the holiday, though every time she’d wish aloud for some decoration, he’d show up with it shortly after as if he’d just accidentally stumbled across it. She knew he was secretly a ‘Santa’s little helper’ at heart, but didn’t call him out on it as he’d only square his shoulder and deny it.

“They don’t call me Bam Humbug for being the harbinger of the season.” He’d say.

She stretched her muscles again, their slight soreness a welcome reminder of her morning wake-up call. He wasn’t always as kinky as other times, but he clearly had a plethora of stored energy that he could barely wait to expend. She’d been so spent, she hadn’t even been able to redress before resting. Michelle couldn’t fathom the thought all of that love-making and then going to chop wood or any other hard labor for that matter.

She slipped on a baggy t-shirt that sank down one shoulder. She began to brew some peppermint tea, knowing that as much as Bam liked the cold, he would return chilled and would more than appreciate the gesture. She was a little giddy, albeit slightly nervous as well as she glanced again at the purple package beneath the tree. The gift tag had Bam’s name on it, but it certainly wasn’t a gift only for him.

The door swung open and she barely missed spilling hot tea on her hand, startled by the noise and the rush of cold air that swirled through the cabin. Bam’s cheeks were tinged pink, small snowflakes hung in his curls, but his arms were bare as was usual for him. She never could understand how he didn’t have hypothermia on a daily basis.

“Good morning..” She smiled coyly, sipping her tea. Bam’s lips cocked into a smug grin.

“Good afternoon, wife.” His voice seemed unrealistically deep, she had to contain herself from shuddering in its wake. She rose from perching on the chair, bringing him the tea, perfectly steeped. He took it in his hands, inhaling it’s aromatic notes, “You certainly know what I like.”

He sipped the tea humming as it warmed his belly.

“I see you’ve dressed, barely.” He fingered the hem of her shirt that barely dropped below her hips, but just enough to maintain the slightest bit of modesty.

“Well, I thought we could go ahead and do our one gift on Christmas Eve. I figured being naked for that wasn’t appropriate.” She slightly twisted from side to side with excitement.

“With that gorgeous body, covering it is what isn’t appropriate.” He winked, settling in the chair. He reached for a small package wrapped in brown paper with cedar boughs and a pinecone adorning it; Michelle grabbed the purple package. He patted his knee and she happily sat herself in his lap, eagerly exchanging the boxes.

“You first.” He grinned, taking another sip of tea, watching as she opened the package quickly. Inside was a beautiful pair of mittens in green with delicate cabling.

“Oh Joshua! They are beautiful!” She slipped them on immediately, folding her fingers to move the mitten, “I love them!” He beamed slightly, proud she liked his gift. He slowly began opening his, slow enough that it seemed to drag on for hours.

“Joshua! Just open it!” She bounced in his lap a little as he cut the tape on the box open carefully. Moving aside the tissue paper, his hand grasped the leather clad handle inside, pulling out the item, his eyebrows raising slightly.

The leather wrapped tendrils from the device swayed lightly from the handle. Her eyes flashed excitedly as she looked from it to him, waiting for his reaction.

“It’s…wow.” He was stunned. She’d always seemed to like his kinky games, but she hadn’t been as bold as to suggest anything. Apparently her kink had been awoken as well, “It’s a cat-o-nine tails.” His grin spread across his face, slightly devious.

“Yep. Do you like it?” SHe worried her lip a bit, hoping the gift didn’t come off demanding.

“Oh, Michelle…” He flipped it over in his hand, the tendril snapping slightly against the air, “Girl…you know you’re way to this man’s heart.”

She hugged him, giddy; her excitement bubbled over.

Bam looked over the device, turning it in his hand, studying. Slowly he brought it to her calf. The leather was cool, but supple as he slide it up her leg at a snail’s pace. The tickle was intense, her shiver uncontrollable. At her thigh, he lifted it slightly and brought it back with a flick of his wrist. The leather knotted ends of the ropes snapped lightly against her skin, a small sting from each littered across her skin. She jumped but her desire celebrated the slow, warm burn that spread from each point of contact. Bam’s low, lusty chuckle rumbled in his chest. He lifted her shirt upwards, flinging it to the floor. He flicked his tongue over her aroused nipple as his new toy continued it’s ascent up her form.

“Well, what a Merry Christmas this will be for me.”

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50 Shades of Christmas: Bear

The Holiday fun continues! Part 4 of 5. That means, you know who tomorrow!

Characters: Bear/OC

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: Steam

Description: Bear and Ann try to infuse some extreme elements into their Christmas celebration.

“Solomon Isaiah Freedom Brown!” Ann called from the ground. She shielded her eyes as she looked upwards into the tall tree her husband had just climbed, their presents to each other in tow, “I told you we are opening those presents in our cabin….there isn’t even a tree up there!”

Bear poked his head out of the tree house window; his laughter peeled down towards her.

“Princess...this IS a tree!” He called down. He dangled her present by the bow, “I hope you can catch!” He teases with no intention of dropping it.

“BEAR! Don’t you even THINK about it!” Ann found herself scaling the slats nailed to the trunk as she climbed the tree, not wanting either present ruined. She was out of breath, her chest heaving as she finally set foot in the treehouse.

Before they’d moved to the ground dwelling, the treehouse had been upgraded quite a bit, including a small heating stove and actual sealed windows. Still, it wasn’t very practical, so the treehouse wasn’t used for long term stays, but it made for some lovely autumn night sleepovers. With a foot of snow on the ground, Ann wasn’t sure this little hut was going to cut it.

As she stepped in though, she noticed the small fire just starting to take hold of the split logs in the stove’s belly. A tiny, spindly evergreen sat in the corner, decorated with a string of popcorn and tiny, twinkling snowflake lights and of course, wrapped in red ribbon. Bear definitely put his signature color on everything he could. Somehow he’d managed to hide chocolates and not eat them himself; they were on display as well among a pile of flannel blankets and down pillows.

“Bear! When did you do all of this?” Ann adored the cozy setting. She slipped her around his shoulders, giggling a little as his lips tickled her ear in their embrace.

“Princess, you know I’m full of surprises.” Leading her to the cozy sitting area he’d created, they sat together; Bear placed his personal gift to her in her lap, “Completely full of surprises.”

Ann grinned, kissing him quickly before eagerly turning back to the small package. Tearing off the paper, she popped open the box, her jaw fell a little.

“Solomon….’ His name was a whisper as her awe grew. She used his full name only when he was in trouble or if he’d done something impressive. The latter was clearly true as she turned the necklace over in her palms. The seaglass caught the light and almost sparkled, the delicate chain holding the delicate, swirly glass.

“The girls helped...but I made it. Just for you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear before kissing her cheek.

“It’s...it’s just beautiful….” Ann blinked back tears, now feeling a little silly over her gift. Before she could intervene though, his hands grabbed it from under the small tree.

“Bear….I...I don’t know if I should give this to you just yet…” She tried to take it from him, but he kept it just beyond her reach.

“Ann...you know I’ll love whatever you got me…” He looked almost hurt that she’d tried to take the present back, which only added to her guilt.

“I...it’s just...I just don’t…” She stammered, desperately searching for an excuse to take bake the gift and exchange it for another she had for him in their cabin. It was too late though, Bear was already ripping into the paper, placing the bow on his own head. She couldn’t help but laugh. He picked up the tissue-wrapped cylinder, unrolling it until a wide pillar candle fell into his hands.

The wax was bright red and carved like a tree trunk. He looked slightly confused at first, smelling the wax. Cinnamon.

“I made it...for you.” She said sheepishly. She picked up the box, handing him the lighter inside.

“Well I love it. It’s my favorite color and scent. You did good, princess.” He praised her, though it was still slightly confusing. She took both from him, lighting the wick.

“There’s more to it.” She pushed him back slightly to lounge against the pillows, snuggling up to his chest. They watched the small flame dance in the air, slowly turning the hardened wax into a thick, melted pool.

“More? How so?” He could tell her words were suggestive, but secretive. As they had laid together, she’d slowly worked her hand underneath his shirt, drawing lazy circles on his abs, his chest. He loved her gently touches, barely able to fight off the goosebumps they gave him.

“Let me show you.” She smirked, that look of mischief in her eye. She pulled him up long enough to slip his shirt over his head, “You trust me, right?”

Bear laid back against the pillows as she slowly situated herself on top of him, straddling his hips. His eyes were trained on her like a hawk, watching her every move.

“Of course princess…” he rubbed her thighs, watching as she reached for the candle, it’s flame having steadied. She held it in her hands, dipping the tip of her finger in the wax. It was very warm, hardening quickly though.

“Perfect,” Ann smiled devilishly. She pet his chest a few strokes more, easing his uncertainty, “Just tell me to stop if it gets too….extreme.” Her eyes were playful, knowing that such a challenge he would meet with ferocity.

“Nothing is too extreme for me, girl.” He flexed a little as if it helped prove his manliness. She bit her lip, barely tipping the candle so that a few drops fell onto his chest.

“Oops.” She fibbed, watching as the drops hardened almost immediately. Bear chuckled a little, his eyes darkening with a building lust as he looked back up at her. He hissed as she tipped the candle again, dripping a thin line down his chest to his stomach. The burn lingered only a few seconds before cooling quickly, lightly adhering to the curves of his muscles, “Too much?” She teased.

“No...never, girl.” His teeth grit a little as she repeated the action, the wax splashing on his abs. He refused to tell her to stop, knowing he could take this and much more. She wiped his skin clean, clearing her canvas, before pouring small dots of wax from his navel upwards.

“How do you like your present so far?” She cooed continuing to tease his body.

“Well princess,” He sucked in breath as she continued, but smiling the entire time,” This is one extreme, Merry Christmas.”

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Betray/Forgive - Part 2 - A Bam Brown Fan Fiction

Enjoy the finale!

Pairing: Joshua Bam Bam Brown/OC

Rating: R (suggestive content)

She’d doubted that he’d find her out in the cavernous hills of the Rockies. She’d stayed put for 3 weeks. Surviving on only what whe’d brought or what she could forage. It was the reason she’d come to this place. She had another week to go and initially was feeling wonderful. She’d willed herself passed the feeling of being used and discarded. She’d thought a time or two to descend back into the valley, into the town and confront him and tell this woman what exactly her significant other had been up to, but she’d decided against it.

She wondered if she knew. If they had some sort of agreement and she already knew about her. What if he told her what they did and laughed about her technique or…or something. She didn’t want to face further humiliation so she let it go. She let it go. She tried to let him go.

It was difficult to fathom, but the hardest thing was shaking memories of him. She couldn’t figure it, they’d spent less than a full 24 hours in each other’s company yet she still felt as if she missed him.

“How can I miss someone I don’t even know…” She surmised aloud to the crackling fire in front of her. It did not provided an answer other than to slowly turn another log to ash. She threw a stick into the flame, frustrated.

“Lexi….you fool…” she said watching the flames choreograph their own moonlit dance.

Near the ending of the third week, she was wondering if she could even finish the next week she’d had planned; for a few days now she’d been periodically down. She worried she’d contracted some bug, some parasite or had eaten a misidentified leaf. But she would then suddenly feel better. The inconsistency baffled her, however throwing up every morning was beginning to take it’s toll.

As she decided to call the trip early, she had a dreaded thought. She paused in the middle of rolling her sleeping bag. No she thought, No, no, no, no, no!

“I…how could I have been so stupid!” She yelled at herself, her only audience was the cold, stony faces of rock that surrounded her, only echoing her frustrations.

Back in civilization, at her new place that she’d settled only weeks before taking off on her trip, she stared at the pregnancy test and it’s two glaringly blue lines. And there it was, another plus. She flung it into the sink basin, where it clacked against the other dozen or so tests she’d taken throughout the day. All of them. Every.last.one. Was positive.

She slunk to the floor. What was she going to do. Here she was, alone in a new city, a new state. She didn’t have the mentality to be a mother right now. This was not anything like what she was expecting. The move to Denver had been about new beginnings that were her choice, HER decisions. She was for once in life putting herself first. She was in no position to take care of a baby. Tears flowed from her eyes but she knew she was getting rid of it. Termination was her only option right now. The thought tore at her soul; it wasn’t that she didn’t want kids. She did. But she wanted them to be with someone she loved and respected and reciprocated those feelings. Not someone who used her for sexual amusement in the absence of his full time lover.

She had a short window and the cost, thanks to the bureaucracy, was astronomical. She gripped the pamphlet in her hand as the doctor gave her a rundown of options. She could pay for it, but then be strapped for months while she hoped no other emergencies occurred and would have to work overtime just to make ends meet…maybe. The doctor was very kind, and gently suggested that often the cost is supplemented by the other party. The other party. In order to do this she’d have to find him and ask for the money. Ask. The thought was ridiculous. He was just as responsible yet here she’d have to beg him to help her.

It was that or adoption. She made a deal with herself that she’d face him, she’d ask, but if he refused, she’d suffer through the pregnancy alone and give it up for adoption. She hoped it would stop there. She didn’t want him to have it. The thought of him using her as a baby machine turned her stomach even more than the turkey sandwich she’d just regurgitated. She shook the image of Bam and that woman cooing over a baby that she’d made, coveting it.

“Stop it….stop thinking like that. He’ll want this gone. He’ll want to move on from his mistake and make it go away,” She pep talked herself, “Just like I do…”

But there was something inside her, a small voice in her head that didn’t agree. A small voice energized each day as her endless nights of dreams concluded each morning. Dreams of Bam, remorseful and humbled, begging her forgiveness but insistent that his feelings were genuine. Each dream, each night seemed to rub a bigger and bigger ache in her heart. She tried to write it off as hormonal, knowing the dreams felt to real to be entirely fiction.

“Maybe he’s having the dreams too,” her subconscious reasoned, “Maybe he’s trying to reach you the only way he can.”

She shrugged off the thoughts as she finally boarded the train bound for Cortez. He’d said they lived nearby, maybe she’d run into him again as easily as she had the first time. Though she was sure this time he wouldn’t follow at such a distance; he’d either approach her immediately or possibly run for the hills.

She tried to let the visually stunning images she passed distract her mind from the task at hand, enjoying the low cost and better views that train travelling afforded her.

It did little to vacate her thoughts. Every grove of evergreens reminded her of their picnic in the woods. How he’d tenderly catered to her, refusing reciprocation. She scolded herself as she realized she was grinning at the memory.

“Perv…” She mumbled, trying to write him off.

When she arrived in the town, it was quiet. She didn’t expect much in the middle of the week, the busy tourist season already past. The streets had just a handful of people. The wind had just the slightest cool to it, but the overhead sun kept the day from being unpleasant.

She felt a little foolish now. Her plan ended here. She had no idea how to find him, she wasn’t even sure she could find a phone book and if they were even listed at that. She surely doubted it. She wandered the streets for a couple of hours, window shopping at all the places she’d seen this past summer. She felt a sense of guilt and longing as she passed a baby boutique, quickly leaving.

She sighed as she reached the end of the downtown area, the trailhead of the hike they took was dead ahead past the parking lot. She turned the other way, unable to think of the moments again. And there he was.

Walking up the street with a coffee in his hand. He was alone, he looked almost sullen. Her extremities went numb. His hair was down, long and flowing, even with sunglasses on she could see his perma-scowl, the one she’d lightly teased him about.

As she willed herself to move, she was stricken with fight or flight, her toes itching to carry her away from the impending confrontation. But her heels felt like lead weights. Somehow her feet moved, she was almost surprised to realize they were carrying her towards him. After only a few steps, she stopped as he looked up. His scowl disappeared as his face went blank. He turned almost paler than normal.

“You…” He almost mumbled, taking a few more steps towards her, “You…You’re here…” It was then she noticed his face almost looked relieved. Relieved? Surely she was reading him wrong.

“Yes, I am. I have something I need to talk to you about. It’s important.” She tried to make it sound business-like, but he stared at her as if she were heaven-sent. And he kept moving slowly to her.

THe slowness gave way to a sudden movement as she felt his body press to hers. His arms were around her and she felt his rough, bearded cheek against her ear as he embraced her. She was so shocked by this that her arms hung limply at her sides.

“I was hoping you would come back. I was. I needed to tell you so much, I needed to explain.” He murmured into her ear. She tried to maintain her strong front, nudging out of his embrace.

“I need to tell you something, too. I need to say mine first.” She tried to remain as businesslike as possible, “I’m…Bam, I’m pregnant.” The words left her, but she felt like a 3rd person in her own body as they came from her mouth.

His body went slack as the words sunk in. He stuttered out, “P-Pregnant? Wow….really? Pregnant?” She had expected anger, worry, indifference, but awestruck? She wasn’t prepared for his lack of indignance. His hand slid backwards over his hair, repeating the word to himself as if it would make it more real.

“Yes. Pregnant. I came to you….well…because I need $500 to…to get rid of it. For an abortion.” The words were harsh from her own admission. She cringed internally. But she needed to be blunt, as devoid of emotion as possible if she wanted to make it out of this with any scrap of dignity.

“It’s $1000…since it’s half yours, I think it’s only fair you pay half.” She reasoned as if she were asking to split the cost of dinner.

“Get rid of it? You…you’re getting an abortion?” The sadness on his face surprised her as well.

“I don’t want to raise a bastard child of an adulterer.” She wanted him to get upset, she didn’t want it to be amicable. She wanted a reason to hate him. She needed a reason to hate him.

“Hey…don’t.” He sounded as if he warning her, “It’s not what it seems like. And….really, you’re pregnant?”

She was tiring of his surprise and his lack of panic. She’d hoped this would throw him for a loop, rock his world, upend all of his plans like it was about to do for her.  

“Are you going to give me the money or not.” She didn’t need to know about his life, she didn’t want explanations or details. She wanted $500.

“Can we please, go somewhere? Talk about this?” He sounded pleading now, “ I’ve …I’ve been looking for you…for weeks. Please.”

“Is that code? Looking for another easy lay? Gonna cash in your chips and ask me to blow you?” She put up a facade with her crudeness, not wanting him to trigger her bleeding heart.

“Stop.” He said it with a demanding tone, taking a step towards her. He softened slightly as if begging for her to soften for only a moment, “You weren’t that to me. You were more than that. Things are complicated. Please let me explain.”

She huffed in aggravation. She rolled her eyes and looked off to the side, anything to emit a feeling of annoyance. But she couldn’t deny him. As much as she hated herself for it, she just could not bring herself to reject him completely.

“Fine.”

He took her a different way from the trail, walking along a road abandoned years ago that led into the forest. The cracks in the worn pavement housed sprung plants and creeping vines sprawled as nature was taking back the path. The road looked as broken and worn as she felt. She listened quietly as he explained that the girl she’d seen with him, his wife, had cheated on him, continuously.

He’d wanted a family and she’d agreed to try. It never happened and after medical intervention, it was discovered that it wouldn’t happen. She couldn’t bear him children. He’d been broken hearted over that fact, but remained committed to her.

She however felt that with not having to worry herself with pregnancies, she was free to sexually gratify herself with any man she came across it seemed. Each time she’d apologize, and wail her undying love and manipulate him into staying. Each man had a different excuse for why. Each one broke him a little more inside.

He told her he’d stopped caring about being true to her; his love for her was broken and he’d told her so that last day when she’d arrived. When Lexi had fled to the hills. Her name was Amanda and she did not respond well. She spent days refusing to leave, even at his insistence.

“It was very confusing,” he said, “ For her to be so committed to remaining with me, but refusing to hold herself accountable for any of it.

“You helped me make that decision, you know.” He looked at her, a small smile on his lips. She did not smile back, she did not want him to know, to believe that he brought her any joy. Her mind flashed an image of joy he’d brought her as she writhed on the picnic blanket, his words praising her taste.

She shook it from her memory, angry that she’d let that surface.

“I helped you? Apparently I am just all sorts of help.” She tried to be snide, but it came off more sad and dejected.

“You did. Even when things were good. At their best. Even when we met. I never felt…I never felt what I should have. I thought she was love, I thought she was what I wanted. But I was really, really wrong.

“When I saw you…I realized any other woman in my life had been a mistake. I’ve been looking for you to tell you that.” He was shaking a little. He hid his trembling fingers in his pockets.

“You expect me to believe that you realized you loved me that fast.” She scoffed again, immediately regretting it when she saw the pained expression cross his face and the lump in his throat he swallowed.

“I don’t expect you to believe me, or forgive me…but I had to tell you.” He looked defeated, his shoulders slumped, “You mean…you really didn’t feel it too?” He looked a little hopeful but like he was preparing for those hopes to be dashed. “I thought…I thought maybe you’d been having the dreams too…”

She shivered. The dreams. The same dreams?

“Dreams?” She couldn’t help herself, she had to know.

“Yes. Every night, you’re in them. I beg you to forgive me every night. Sometimes you forgive me…sometimes not,” he swallows again, “ But I see you in them so vividly, it’s like you were real. Even though my heart broke half the time, I still got to see you every night.”

She tried to steady her rapid breathing. The same dreams, they’d had the same dreams. She hated the nights she’d dreamt she’d forgiven him, because her heart ache in the morning was that much worse.

“Are you going to give me the money?” She asked again, but her voice wavered as she asked, not nearly as strong and unmoving as she’d wanted it to be.

He took his sunglasses off, replacing them with his wire-rimmed frames. His eyes, he was much more human now that she could see them.

“She’s gone. She’s out of my life. I know…I know I fucked up. But please…give me a chance not to lose you, too.”

“Lose me? Bam we weren’t even together. There wasn’t an us to lose.” She sounded as if she were trying to convince herself just as much as him.

“Maybe,” he continued as if he didn’t believe she was convinced either, “ Maybe that little baby…that life inside of you is the universe’s way of telling us that this is worth trying.”

“That sounds far-fetched.” She hugged her arms around her, as if the motion would protect her from feeling any more emotions. Her eyes looked away, unable to look into his deep blue eyes and not yearn for him.

“Maybe. Maybe it is. But…you consume me, Lexi. I can’t ignore that. I dreamed of us. I dreamed of a baby, a child. We were so happy.” He reached for her, his fingers grazing her skin.

She felt a hot tear escape her eyes as she remembered the same dream. Laid out again on a picnic blanket, but this time with a toddler. He laid on his side, she laid with her head resting on his stomach as the child toddled towards them, wobbly and unsure, but smiling and happy. Bam retold the dream as if he’d been inside her own head.

“You know. You had it too, didn’t you?” He reached for her hand, taking it in his. Her non-response answered his question.

“I was so mad at you, Bam.” She sniffled as she fought back a sob, “I felt so much for you. I knew it was foolish….after one day. But then I saw you and her….you have no idea…how shitty that made me feel.”

He looked pained again, but nodded, letting her finish. His thumb rubbed the top of her hand the entire time.

“And then getting pregnant on top of all of that. My life has been a mess since I met you. And all I want is for that to stop.” a few more tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Let me help. Let me make it right, let me try, please.” He boldly reached up to her cheek with his thumb, wiping a tear track away. When she didn’t reject him, he slowly sank to his knees.

“I will do anything, anything if you’ll just give me a chance. GIves us a chance,” He took a big breath, letting a shaky one back out. He lifted his hand and placed it on her stomach, “Give this baby a chance.”

Suddenly she couldn’t remember her plans. The careful plan she’d figured for herself. It all blurred away. All she could see now was him, in front of her, begging for her love. She felt his hand against her belly, his touch igniting a realization inside her. She realized what she’d been fighting all this time. All the words of hatred she’d spewed was a lie, it was just her trying to convince herself of what she knew was true. She’d fallen in love with a man she’d known for 20 hours. Running was easy when she thought she couldn’t have him. But now here he was offering himself, risking humility and she couldn’t find one single iota of her being that wanted to run.

“You are crazy.” She bit her lip, overwhelmed, “What if…what if it doesn’t work.”

He looked down at the dirt for a moment, collecting himself before returning his gaze to her.

“Then we tried. And as for the baby. No matter what I will always be there for it. I’ll support you any way I can….even if we aren’t together.”

She knew a lot of guys said things like that, but not all of them followed through. But something about the sincerity in his voice, the mistiness in his eyes stifled her worry.

They walked out of the woods, back into the town a few minutes later, this time hand in hand. She felt emotionally raw. He gently spoke when he did speak to her, but mostly was silent, not wanting to push her too much. He watched as she placed her own hand on her stomach as they walked, rubbing it.

She realized she hadn’t done that at all since she’d found out she was pregnant. She never contemplated actually keeping it, having it, raising it. Even though her heart was a jumble, she had a feeling deep inside of her that surmised that indeed, everything would be alright.  Maybe he will care for her like he said. Maybe they will make a beautiful little family. Maybe this is the universe crashing them together for the sake of both of them. Maybe the universe was right after all.

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Betray/Forgive - Part 1 - A Bam Brown Fan Fiction

Hey all! Long time no write! :) - Here’s a little dramatic, slight steam Bam story, enjoy! (releasing Pt 2 tomorrow)

Rating: R - Descriptive Steam

Sipping coffee in the tiny cafe, she appeared calm and collected, possibly even slightly bored. But inside couldn’t be further from the truth. Her stomach still tingled, her limbs almost feeling electrified as the previous night's events replayed in her mind like a film reel.

She’d just met him the previous morning. He’d pursued her through the small gathering of gift shops as she aimlessly wandered through them. She’d noticed him in every one of them as well. Every time she looked his direction, he appeared to be deeply entranced in whatever item was within his closest reach as if she wouldn’t know he’d been following her.

It was when he picked up a box of tampons and was reading the back that she finally had to snicker to herself and plucked up the courage to confront him. His look carried many of her triggers: his long hair that delicately curled past his shoulders. His closely shaved beard. His expression was stern at rest, his muscles weren’t insistent, but the closer she got, the more she noticed them.

He’d introduced himself as Bam. He’d shown a half-cocked grin when she’d called him out.

“Got a heavy flow?” She’d been bold to make such a joke to a man, but if he was truly interested, he’d suck up his pride for a moment and let her have this one. And he did.

She watched as a waitress refilled her rapidly cooling, dwindling coffee. She stirred it mindlessly, watching a typhoon form in the liquid as fresh steam rose from it. The heat from the steam on her face awoke the steamy memories from the night before. How his hands hand touched her, how they moved along her, how they seemed to know her every curve as if he’d touched her 1000 times.

The covers had been a tangled mess that eventually were tossed to the floor as the sweat from their bodies echoed the passion they both felt coursing through them. No amount of air conditioning could cool their flame as he’d rocked her world until she was a quivering mess, unable to even speak the word, “no”. But she didn’t need to, she hadn’t wanted to. She wanted it all. Everything he gave her.

She shivered in her seat, though she doubted it looked suspect, fall had set in in Colorado. Every time the shrill bell at the front signalled the opening of the door, a gust of cool air would swoop in, ruffling napkins and patrons alike.

After they’d met, he seemed reticent to let her out of his site as if she were an apparition that was sure to disappear the moment he turned away.

“I’m not a leprechaun,” She’d teased, “I’m not going to disappear if you turned away.”

“I don’t want to take any chances,” He’d said.

His presence had been overwhelming. Just him standing next to her. His chiseled arms within a close reach, his hard chest. She couldn’t help but admire the way he filled out the back of his jeans as well. Her perversions had also wondered how the front of them filled out as well within a couple of hours after meeting him. For this she scolded herself, but did not stop wondering.

By lunch he’d convinced her to take a hike with him, through a small, private trail he knew outside of town. He brought a bag and in it, a picnic. She’d been impressed, it was not often a man was as planned out or thoughtful. His hand had brushed hers early on the trail and by the first bend, their fingers had linked. It wasn’t long before they were completely lost from view of anyone before he’d asked to kiss her.

She’d resisted at first, but when his knuckles had brushed her cheek, she’d shuddered a yes. His passion was also overwhelming. It consumed her like a dense fog. He didn’t shy away from expressing his awe either, his praises stoked her desire into a roaring blaze. She barely had the sense of mind to not jump in his lap right there in the woods.

She shifted in the booth, trying to keep herself from feeling a slow burn encompass her loins as she sipped more coffee and picked sparingly at the bagel in front of her. It was difficult to keep from squirming much though as more images flashed across her mental visions. They’d talked, laughed through the lunch that Bam had laid out of his pack. She’d thanked him with another kiss. The kiss turned into more. Much more than she anticipated. Her modesty may have begged her to stop, but it’s tiny voice was overshadowed by the booming tone of impulsivity that was commanding her to let his hand slide up the leg of her shorts.

Seated in the vinyl booth it wasn’t the door opening that made her shiver, but the words his gravely voice rumbled as his fingers found their target.

“Girl...you're soaked...dripping…Let me take care of you..” It was a request, not a demand and it was why she didn’t protest.

“I didn’t know kissing you would get me...get me...so worked up…” She admitted blushing and shuddering a little as his soft fingers wiggled against her.

He’d been gentle and thorough. He stayed fully clothed, not paying a bit of mind to his own needs as her shorts and panties had ended up in a ball on the ground. She could barely tear her eyes away from the vision of his head buried between her thighs, greedily devouring her. One release after the next, he grinned against her with each one, garnishing pride from how quickly and easily he triggered each orgasm. She begged after the fourth. She begged for him to fuck her as she writhed under his touch.

She’d couldn’t deny even now, her surprise when he declined, especially because his pants were barely able to contain his arousal. His jeans strained as if his zipper would fail. She remembered the feeling that coursed through her, closing her legs and blushing, suddenly ashamed of how loose she sounded begging a near stranger inside her. He’d pulled her to him, though, convincing her that was not the case. He wanted to, but wanted to at least wait until that evening. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with her, to discipline himself. He’d intended to make her wait as well, but when he’d felt how much he affected her, he couldn’t help but want to make her feel good.

She’d told him she didn’t expect anything from him. She’d snuck out of his room as he slumbered, clearly exhausted from their activities. It was not quiet dawn, even in the long summer days, so she avoided calling it the walk of shame as she quietly entered her own room at the lodge. She collapsed on her own bed, trying to drift off, but still smelling him on her kept her awake for those few moments as she tried to shake the vision of his hard body hovering over her.

The thought now almost made her spill her coffee as she realized the cup was teetering in her fingers. She tightened her grip, watching the quiet roads out of the window in the distance. He’d said his family would be there today and he was meeting them first thing at the bus terminal.

She almost laughed to herself as she thought about the dinner they shared; well, not just dinner, but the catching of it as well. She’d fished plenty before, but she was not prepared for the way these river fish fought their impending doom. Bam had laughed, his arm snaking around her waist to help keep her upright as her pole had lurched forward. She couldn’t help but laugh as well, trying to keep her pole under control as the fish zigged and zagged below the surface of the water. As it got closer to the boat, they’d both ended up on their backsides as the fish jumped in the boat, the force from them both pulling sending them off of their feet.

He’d cleaned and cooked the catch in his tiny kitchenette, he’d served it simply, but she couldn’t remember a time when fish had tasted so good. Even now as she thought back, she realized she’d never asked exactly what kind of fish she’d actually caught. She didn’t ask him much actually. She didn’t know what his life was like now and at the moment she didn’t want to really know. She wasn’t in a place to be in a relationship, not now.

He’d been pretty sparing with details as well, though he filled the time talking of growing up in Alaska. Adventures from when he was young, stories of his family all 9 of them including himself. He seemed unable to fathom the idea that she was one of a small family of 4 growing up. He’d frowned when she mentioned that they were only 3 now. He told her he was sorry her father had passed away, but that he was glad he’d fathered such a beautiful lady for him to spend time with.

It wasn’t long after that moment before she felt his hands on her again. It was almost a relief, the moments between his touches felt like eons of time that drained her soul. But, oh, when he’d touch her, it was like the world had awoken from a deep slumber. Bird’s sang, rivers ran, stars exploded in the sky.

She had to cross her legs now in the booth as she thought of the way they’d traded removing clothing from one to the other. Even in the dim light, the lines of his body were stunning. She felt unworthy of touching him at first, but he gently convinced her that she was worthy, more than worthy. His skin was warm. She’d decided that even if he was lacking in manhood, that she would still enjoy herself. He was attentive and reciprocal.

She kind of shook her head, grinning as she brought the coffee to her lips once more as she relived the embarrassment of her reaction that once he’d stood, letting her remove his pants, her mouth had dropped open in amazement at his sheer size. Thick and heavy it hung down, to large to stand on it’s own without assistance. His chuckle had snapped her back to reality.

“Will that work for you, sweetheart?” He’d said, petting her hair. Her eyes still wide she’d met his gaze. She’d run her hand up his thigh, he hadn’t stopped her. She remembered the feel, the weight of it in her hand, the way he sucked in a breath as she gripped it, as her tongue had darted across the tip, as she’d slid it between her lips. She was sure that now, she still could faintly taste him on her tongue from sheer memory.

The waitress bringing her the check snapped her back to reality a bit; she handed over some cash, declining change. She didn’t even really know what she handed her. The bill was $3.50. She could have given her a $20, she probably did the way to waitress was smiling. Oh well, after such an amazing nocturnal encounter she couldn’t help but feel generous.

Suddenly in her mind, she could hear his grunts, his moans as he’d entered her. As he’d filled her beyond anything she’d had before, he’d cursed, watching himself sink into her folds. She could see that he wanted to start quickly, savagely. His hands had gripped her hips tightly trying to calm himself. She’d not made it easy, moaning like a minx, running her hands over her body in a carnal show of arousal.

He’d been worshipful, his praises helping along her stimulation. He flowed seamlessly from one position to the next, each time hitting a different pleasure center in her. He was adventurous and mindful. He tried things, repeating them when she gave a positive reaction; pulling her hair, smacking her ass. Covering her mouth seemed to really get her going as did whispering dirty things into her ear. Once even it was just his words that sent her over as her sex spasmed around his manhood that was laying claim to her.

She felt silly now, not insisting he use a condom. But in the heat of the moment, she didn’t dare to interrupt the flow of the desire between them. Even now she couldn’t say she minded though. He’d been such a magnificent beast of a lover, she’d been all too happy to hand over the reigns, letting him satisfy his own needs. The sheer thought of how much more intense he got as his orgasm was looming had sent her over the edge too, her womanhood swallowing up every last seed that he seemed to endlessly release in her.

He’d panted praises of her after, not making a single suggestion or motion for her to leave. She’d slept for a short time even, but found herself awakened at 3 A.M. nervous to wait until morning to wake up next time. So she made her exit.

She finally stood from the booth, relieved to not see a damp spot on the cushion after her mind replaying yesterday’s events. She grabbed the to-go coffee cup she’d been given and quickly made her way out of the door, hoping to not let in much of a draft. She stood on the porch, letting her body adjust to the temperature change as she gazed down at the bus station again. She saw a fairly large group of people in the distance, un-boarding what looked to be a private bus.  She wondered if it was his family. She didn’t have to wonder long as she saw him approach them, hugging a couple of young girls and an older woman. His sisters and his mother, she was sure. She didn’t make a motion to go to him. She wasn’t really sure where the stood and it would be all to presumptuous to just approach them.

The next person though made her heart sink. A dark haired woman with a big, white smile approached him quickly, familiarly. She threw her arms around him and he held her closely, spinning her a little. Her face pulled back slightly and as she dreaded it, kissed Bam. Through all of this, it was his smile that hurt the most. The way he held her closely, lovingly.

He’d used her. She’d had suspicions at his lack of current details that he’d offered up. Yesterday, she’d told herself it didn’t matter, she had no long term plans, so what was one fun day going to hurt. But it did. She hated to admit it to herself, but the nausea that crept in kept her from denying it. The family started walking up the road from the dock, in her direction but were still at a good distance. As the mystery woman laid her head on Bam’s shoulder and his arm was around her, she knew that she was merely a pawn to entertain himself with.

He looked up almost surprised to see her at a distance, standing on the porch. A lump built in his own throat as he saw her quickly look away and skitter down the steps and away from them. He hadn’t meant to let it go as far as it did. He’d just felt a pull to her, a desire to know who she was. He couldn’t explain it any more than he couldn’t fight it. He watched her walk away. He couldn’t do anything else.

She packed her bags swiftly, teary eyed. She would shorten her stay here and head up into the mountains early, touring the area she was only here for a couple of days. She had a rustic cabin reserved and would just camp if it wasn’t available. She had all the supplies she needed and now she had a reason to go. She loaded her pack, tightening it down in her borrowed jeep, hoping to escape town without another encounter. As she finished cinching the last bungee cord. She looked up at the front of the motel only to see his family arriving.

They made eye contact fleetingly before she climbed into the driver’s seat. She didn’t look longer than a moment or she might have seen the sorrow in his eyes, the want to come near her, the desire to fall at her feet. But she didn’t give him a chance to wordlessly explain as she fired up the engine and drove away. Let him have his well manicured wife, his loving family, and his perfect world. She wound through the highways that wrapped themselves around the mountains as she climbed to a higher and higher altitude.

“ I don’t need him. No matter how much I want him, I won’t let myself need him.” She lied to herself.

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The Docks

Rating: M

Characters: Joshua Bam Bam Brown, OC

Word Count: 3311

Summary: A newly transplanted local on the docks catches the eye of our favorite grumpy Brown brother. Request completion for @anna-ik-e

Warnings: Smut

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Rose sat on the dock, swinging her legs idly. She tried using the salty sea are and the gently lapping waves to distract her, but it wasn’t working. She was trying not to feel blue, she was trying to keep her spirits up, but she was finding it hard to deny the desire to wallow in her own self pity.

 She’d moved to Hoonah on an adventurous whim, even having a job lined up working in a shop during the busy cruise ship season. She’d met throngs of visitors even having made a few local acquaintances, but she still felt incredibly lonely. She’d hoped with the influx of visitors and part-time residents to the small village during the busy summer season would present her with more opportunities to meet...someone, anyone. But the season was waning and while she was set to last through the long, cold winter months, she’d hoped for something more.

 She’d often come watch the boats on the dock. It was almost dance-like really, the way the large vessels would glide into the bay, serpentining other boats and sliding gently into place. Even the people on board moved in a rhythmic pattern to ensure a successful docking.

 She noticed a boat this time, one she’d seen a multitude of times previously, but for some reason it commanded her attention. She saw what she assumed were deckhands milling about the bow and stern, untying ropes, shouting phrases to the wheelhouse. The docking could have gone better, the stern of the boat cut in too far bumping the deck. She could feel the vibrations from the contact, but it was nothing of consequence as neither the dock nor the boat seemed to suffer an irreparable damage.

 She heard his voice first. It was deep,but sharp as he emerged from the wheelhouse, zipping his hoodie and reprimanding the men that seemed to walk by him with little more than an eyeroll. This boat was intriguing indeed, she’d seen how deckhands normally reacted towards a captain and none of them seemed to fit their role.

 “Idiots!” He spat, jumping from the side of the boat to the dock, his knees bending as he landed squarely on his feet, “Probably run the boat right through the dock if I didn’t keep you guys in line!” He was walking right towards her. She was at the end of the dock with nowhere to retreat to.

He was mumbling, looking down as his hands rummaged in his pockets. He seemed almost unaware of his trajectory quickly running out of solid walking space. She cleared her throat in an attempt to get his attention. When that didn’t work she blurted out.

 “HEY!” She felt her voice become more forceful than she meant, but it completed it’s intention, his thick leather boots stopping just shy of taking a step with no floor beneath it.

 “Huh? What? Oh…” He quickly recalculated his surroundings, becoming aware that he’d almost taken a late summer bath in the frigid waters of Icy Strait, “I...I was just...thanks.” He mumbled, still a little bewildered at himself for being so oblivious.

 “You’re welcome.” Her voice was softer this time, sincere. She crossed her ankles, swinging her legs idly over the edge of the dock, not sure what else to say to this increasingly handsome stranger. His half-cocked smirk and eyes hidden by dark sunglasses didn’t help to calm her either.

 “I’m normally not so careless...but my brothers seem to bring it out in me.” He invited himself to sit next to her at the narrow edge of the dock.

 “Brothers? Oh. Ohhhh...that makes sense.” She said the wheels in her head clicking as she realized it must be a family boat, explaining the atypical behavior of the ‘crew’.

 “Sense?” His forehead wrinkled slightly, inquisitive of her statement.

 “Yeah, I was watching you guys dock...I noticed that they didn’t...well it wasn’t like a normal fishing boat where everyone is like ‘aye-aye’.” She mimicked a salute. His smirk turned to a full on smile as he slightly chuckled, looking down at the water.

 “A well oiled machine, we are not.” He shook his head, “Are you a local? I don’t remember seeing you around here before.”

 “What, you know everyone in town?” She chided him, but his eyes studied her, “Yeah, I’m a new local...I’ve just been here since spring.” She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as his eyes were intent upon her. “I’m Rose.” She held out her hand, she felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach as he touch it, his touch firm.

 “Bam Brown, and that  - “ he motioned back to the boat, “is my family and our boat.”

 A small silence fell over them as the conversation stalled, Bam rubbed his hands together idly, trying to think of more to say.

 “So,” he finally spoke up almost making her jump, “ What...what brings you down to the docks?”

 “Oh, well...I like to come down here to think, decompress. It’s...well it’s been a long week.”

 Rose explained that she was helping shop owners around town close up for the season, the cruise ship stops coming much fewer and farther between. She made a little extra money or got the chance to work for trade, which had stocked her little apartment nicely. She even mentioned how people leaving to go south for the winter had given her almost a brand new outfit of furniture for her place. The problem being that she still had the old stuff. Her place was so cramped it was almost necessary to parkour from one end of a room to the next.

 “Everytime I go to get a drink of water, I worry I’m going to turn my ankle.” She joked, and it lit up her insides when he laughed in response. A real, throaty laugh. Nothing about it was forced or insincere. She felt heat creep to her cheeks as his laugh subsided and his grin turned into a slight smirk, his eyes never leaving her face though.

 “Don’t blush like an idiot.” Rose’s inner monologue warned her.

 “Well, I’ve got my afternoon free, if you need some help maybe moving some stuff around? I might be able to even use some stuff you don’t need anymore…” He offered, slightly swinging his legs on the dock.

 “You...you’d be willing to do that?” She was a little shocked. Even though many of the residents here were very kind and generous, free labor was a luxury.

 “Sure. Why not? And...anything I can use I’ll keep and we’ll call it an even trade?” He offered his hand as if he were making a business deal.

 “Ok.” She took his hand, shaking it firmly, but unable to deny his hands were quite strong, “Ok then...anything you feel like you need...you can just take.” She was shocked a little as she winked at him, her own forwardness appalling. She was calmed of her fears though when his smirk opened into a wide smile and a low chuckle.

 “Well, alright then.” He answered. He stood, offering her his hand again, this time to help her back to her feet. She took the invitation, leading him back down the dock and through the winding roads to her hillside home overlooking the bay.

 “Home sweet home.” She sang as the walked up the tall, narrow stairs that led to her front door. She did not relish the thought of trying to maneuver some of the bulkier furniture down this almost rickety staircase.

 “It’s nice.” He studied the facade of the building, turning towards the water as they both finished their ascent, “That view, though, it’s...absolutely stunning.” He rested his hands on his hips, his well defined chest slightly heaving from the steep climb, “Stunning…” he repeated, but from the corner of her eye, Rose was fairly sure his eyes were fixed in her direction now.

 Hoping on conceal her embarrassment, she nodded complementing the horizon before turning to her door. She unlocked the deadbolt and lead him inside. While the place was neat and well kept, it was entirely too full. She pointed out each piece of furniture she would not be needing and with each item could swear she saw his eyes light up a little more.

 He followed her through the precarious path, keeping a mental list of everything. He was glancing around at some of her things as well when he stumbled forward. It took a moment to realize his position. Rose had stumbled first, falling over a couch arm, Bam following, his body flush against hers, her backside pressing into his belt. The tip of his nose dipped into her hair, his arms catching himself on either side of her, almost trapping her between them.

He got a whiff of her hair, the scents of herbs and honey noticeable. Her body was warm and felt nice against him, slowly he felt his male libido stir. After realizing the awkwardness, he stood up quickly profusely apologizing. Rose did  the same, finding it hard to look him in the eye having felt desire herself as his muscles had surrounded her.

 She found an opportunity to excuse herself, shutting her bedroom door behind her and silently screaming. She hadn’t felt a man in a long time and not once since she’d been in this new town. To say she was starved for the affections of a man was a gross understatement. She took a few deep breaths, mumbling a pep talk in the mirror .

 “Don’t blow it. He might like you...but if he doesn’t that’s ok. Stay calm. Don’t be a doofus. Don’t be a doofus.” She repeated the words, fixing her hair and taking one last long breath before coming back out.

 Luckily the task at hand was distraction enough to push the incident to the back of both of their minds, Bam in her absence had designed a rudimentary pulley system to lower the furniture down the hillside instead of the death trap of stairs.

 He was easy to talk to. He laughed effortlessly at her jokes and she couldn’t get enough of the way his deep voice seemed to rumble out of his lips. She found herself staring at them. The line of them, the way the edges curled up into a smirk when he caught her looking.

 “Get a good look?” He teased her.

 “Just setting my sights on the prize.” The words left her again, flirty and full of suggestion. Again, who was this person inside of her responding like this? She was not normally so smooth and calm; it’s as if her subconscious had taken over as if reading him like a book.

 His eyebrows shot up, but he smiled again, lowered the rope slowly, his biceps bulging the arms of his black tshirt.

 It was entirely too quickly the the job was completed. His ingenuity had saved them literal hours as she stood in the middle of her living room, marveling at the fact that she had a floor. She spun around in a circle almost giddy that there was much less to possibly trip over.

 “Thank you...sooooo much.” She stopped spinning to look at him, but the world continued to move and she fell sideways slowly. She tried bracing herself for the crash to the ground, but it didn’t happen. Instead she felt his hands, his strong, rugged hands hold fast to her.

 “Got you.” His voice was quiet, but his smile was sweet. He righted her and her hands instinctively went to his shoulders, trying to steady her world which was now threatening to spin out of control for a different reason.

 “Thanks….” she muttered out, her eyes still falling to his lips. The rest of the world was blurry, but those lips. They were everything.

 Taking her subtle cue, Bam took a leap, pulling her closer to him, their warm bodies pressed lightly and his lips descended on hers. She was surprised, a small moan leaving her lips as her eyes fluttered down. The world was still now and all she could feel was his lips. They were soft, and ever so warm. As they parted around her own, the kiss became firmer, wanting more access to her.

 She relinquished control, sliding her arms around his shoulder, parting her lips to him, a wanting gasp escaping as his tongue sought the solace of hers, dancing slowly with it. He pulled back, her lips following his recession, begging for more.

 “I’m...I’m sorry…” He stammered out, his chest pushing into hers on each heavy inhale, “I couldn’t help it. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.”

 “But you...we just met.” Rose said breathily, still reeling, “Do you mean, since we met?”

 He nodded slowly, his hands slid around her back, slowly pressing her into him more. She tilted her head as if to give her complete consent, begging for his lips again. He satiated her, but this kiss far more demanding and punishing. It spelled out his desire of which she was eager to accept. Maybe she’d never see him again, but she would be damned if she would let this chance at pleasure slip through her fingers.

 She felt a shiver go up her spine as his fingers slipped her buttons open and slid her shirt from her shoulders, kissing her shoulder as it exposed itself to him. His fingers toyed with the clasp of her bra only momentarily before it gave way, loosening around her breasts. Her breath quickened with her rising nerves, but calmed the moment his eyes lay upon her breasts, licking his lips as he cursed softly.

 His hands toyed with her nipples softly, growling almost as she whimpered with pleasure, pressing into his hand more firmly. He grasped the back of her neck, his lips punishing hers with another possessive kiss.

 Bam slowly walked her backwards until her knees hit the same couch arm as before. She went down, but slowly this time, cradled by his strong, protective arms. He nudged her legs apart with his knees, letting his body rest between them. He relished in the feeling of her body against his. She was getting to him, and fast.

 He’d seen her on the dock that day, he’d watched her for a while. Everytime he’d been called away and had to tear his eyes from her, he’d found himself more and more irritated. Walking off the boat had really only been half because he was upset. The other was that he just couldn’t take not knowing more about this girl.

His warm breath and lips suckled her neck, feeling a sense of pride as she wriggled beneath him, clearly affected by his actions. Her hips moved, making her desires known without question. Her legs locking around his hips as his nipped lightly at her collarbone made his desire all the more evident to her as well. She moaned feeling the size of it.

 “Should...should I stop?” His voice hushed and raspy, he begged for her to say no, but he had to make sure this is what she wanted. She tugged at his shirt, slipping it over his head.

 “No...God, please don’t ever stop…”She begged him, her hands sliding down his chest, over his marvelous abs and to his belt. Her eyes fixed on his, but her fingers nimbly worked his belt open, eager to feel him. As soon as he was loosed, she dove her hand down, grasping a thick, warm flesh in her hands, her eyes widening. Bam had to chuckle as she gulped.

 “Don’t worry...I’ll go easy.” He promise, his hips gyrating slowly into her grip, humming as his hand slid down the front of her pants, finding her warm, wet; he could almost feel her aching for him. He drew his slick fingers from her folds bringing them to his lips and tasting her, “Damn girl...so sweet.”

He turned her so she sat more properly on the couch, kneeling between her legs and he pulled her pants down. SHe felt nerves return, almost embarrassed to be naked in front of him, completely exposed. But he again, quelled her fears as his lips worshiped her, trailing up each thigh until she shuddered. His tongue tasted her core, more and more feverishly until she was panting his name pressing her throbbing womanhood into his lips with an earth-shattering release.

 She tried to collect herself as she felt his lips kiss a trail back up her body. His hands grabbed her hips and brought her closer to him and she felt him teasing her entrance, his tip thick and ready. She tried to buck so that he’d sink in, but he kept her waiting a moment more.

 He guided himself into her wet, heat; a string of curses left his lips praising her as his jaw clenched. Her walls still quivered from her release and he felt every movement, having to still himself momentarily to keep his composure.

 “Rose...woman…” He whispered, slowly drawing her hips back, sinking in her so deeply she writhed with pleasure. Here blissful face willed him to go faster, bringing her to him with more force each time.

 He grunted as each thrust felt better than the last, hurtling him into a pleasure he’d not experienced before. His eyes drank in the way her flesh moved with him. The way her breasts danced with each thrust, the way her hands gripped his forearms squeezing tightly as she begged for more.

 Grabbing her legs and letting her lock them around his waist he leaned over her, her hands holding tightly to his sides, feeling his muscles working to fill her, to please her. She felt all of him, every inch after inch of his manhood. She whimpered out his name as she felt her core heat again, tingling, threatening to send her over again as he became a savage lover, growling, nipping at her ear, her throat.

 Just as she felt herself cum again, her fingernails digging into his back, she was overwhelmed by the sensation of his release, flooding her as his voice strained her name out. Regardless of the circumstances, she couldn’t help but feel a little pride at how much she affected him.

 Sometime passed before they were both able to regain composure. Their muscles shaky almost with exhaustion, his lips kissed her once more, softly, lingering with adoration.

 The sound of a pickup truck and it’s doors opening and closing shook them from their trance. Both quickly dressed as Bam recognized his brother’s voices wafting up as they started loading furniture.

 “The one time I ask them to do something and they do it on time.” He shook his head buckling his belt, “I’m...I’m sorry we had to ...get up so fast.” He bit his lip, looking remorseful as she covered up.

 “Bam…” She called as he started fixing his hair going toward the door, “Your shirt…”

 He looked down and noticed quickly it was inside out and backwards. He smirked, fixing his mistake.

 “Girl, you’ve got me all kinds of backwards.” He walked over to her and kissed her again, letting their lips make sweet, parting noises, “Tomorrow...can I come see you tomorrow?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

 She let her hands caress his arms as she looked into his eyes, laughing as he brother’s yelled out for him.

 “Yeah...Joshua, I think I’d like that.” His grin gave her butterflies as he kissed her quickly once more before leaving to help his brothers load the truck. She leaned on the porch railing watching them. 

She waved as the truck left, Bam in the bed of the truck, blowing her a kiss. Maybe this winter wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Lost & Wild - An Alaskan Bush People Story

CHAPTER 6

A short time later, the four women arrived back at camp, Bam following them with a bundle of shimmed wood over his shoulder. They both walked behind the rest, Harper slightly ahead of Bam. She tried to not keeping looking at him, but she couldn’t help but steal sideways glances of him. Every time she tried to, it was clear he was looking at her. She wished she had her hair down, crazy as it could be, she could at least hide her face. She needed a minute. She wasn’t sure what had just happened.

She wasn’t great with men, she’d had a string of bad luck when it came to guys and while she hadn’t gone as far to ‘swear off men forever’. She’d been very careful over the years after having her heart repeatedly broken. That was one reason she enjoyed her cousins company so much. She knew with them she didn’t have to worry about being objectified or pursued. To be fair, before the trip, she’d worried about being around these 5 guys. She was worried something like this would happen.  But she didn’t expect that she’d let it go so far, so soon. She was so used to having the upperhand, the control. Bam so effortlessly won her over, it scared her a little.

She wanted to talk to him. She needed to have him hear her. But how was she ever going to do that? The cameras were already on them the second they emerged from the woods. How was she going to tell him to meet her in secret without someone, anyone knowing? And how were they ever going to sneak away far enough to know they wouldn’t be heard or seen? Harper rubbed her head, starting to feel a dull ache creep in.

They took the berries inside, Harper and Bam’s eyes following each other as he went on to the trapper shack and she walked up the front porch. Watching him, she missed the last step, falling into Rain and almost knocking her over. The cameraman, Tad, caught it all, his face seemed to question why she was looking at Bam so long. She ignored his silent question and continued in the big house, apologizing to Rain, who just laughed it off.

Harper, wanting to show off what culinary skills she had for cooking in the woods, offered to use some of the berries to make a sweetbread that was laced with goat cheese and berries and finished off with a berry reduction. She offered her labor as thanks for letting them stay on their land. But as part of her deal she requested to be alone to make it, telling the women she’d finish up with the kitchen chores while baking and they could relax and take the rest of the morning leisurely.

Harper had finished her dough and left it close to the stove to rise. She cleaned up the mess she had made and began pouring the rest of the berries she didn’t need into the jars they’d already sterilized. It made her think of canning veggies with her grandmother when she was little on their sprawling Missouri farm. She smiled remembering the warm summer days and how she’d steal a pea pod when her grandma wasn’t looking and pop it into her mouth.

“I’ve never seen putting up berries make someone smile that much before.” Matt said from the doorway. She jumped a little, not having heard him come in.

“Good God, Matt, how the hell did you sneak in here? Normally, I can hear you coming from a mile away.” She teased, tightening the lids. She took an arm load to the boiling pot on the top of the stove, placing them gently to set the seals. When she turned back, Matt was behind her, the rest of the jars piled in his arms.

“Stop doing that!” She said, almost jumping again, but giggling this time. She took the jars from him a couple at a time until they were all in the pot and covered them. Turning back to face Matt. He was too close to her. She felt uncomfortable now…She didn’t need this from two of them in one day. And the honest truth was, she hadn’t felt nearly as strong of an attraction to Matt as she had to Bam. But she didn’t want to hurt either of them. She didn’t want things to get even more complicated. Harper slid by him, checking on her dough

“We never did find that deer.” Matt said, leaning on the counter, watching her.

“Oh? Well that’s probably good. That baby was too small to take the mama yet. Once it loses its spots she’s fair game though.” Harper said, wagging her wooden spoon at him.

“But I got plenty of squirrels. And I believe you told me you’d help me clean those little suckers.” He said raising his eyebrows at her.

“Oh yeah, I did say that didn’t I?” She said letting her head fall backwards. Her dough wasn’t rising very fast. She was used to cooking in humidity and a little more heat. This was going to take longer than she expected, “Well, I think I have time to get you started.”

“I was counting on it,” Matt answered, winking at her.

“Matt, c’mon…” Harper pleaded, “I know we had a moment back in the boat and I’ve had so much fun hanging out with you, but I really just want to focus on the show and getting to know everyone and making the most of the time we have here. I don’t want to lead you on or anything. I do really really really enjoy hanging out with you because I think we’re the most alike. So please, pleeeease just take it easy on the flirting please?” She almost begged, not wanting to hurt his feelings or upset him, “I mean, we can still joke around and hang out, but just ease up on everything else.” She said, noticing the disappointment in his face.

He sighed loudly, looking straight up.

“Damn, and here I thought I had you all wound around my little finger.” He said holding up his pinkie, he laughed as she sarcastically rolled her eyes, “Alright, alright. I’ll ease up. But I like hanging out with you too, so I won’t make it weird, promise.” Matt said his hand over his heart for the last part, “Now come help with these squirrels, I hate cleaning those little bastards.”

Harper smiled to herself as she watched Matt walk towards the door. Okay, she took care of that and the world was still spinning. She laid the flour dusted apron she had been wearing on the counter, dusted the rest of her off and followed him out the door.

Gabe and Matt had to admit they were impressed at Harper’s technique for skinning squirrels. Slightly barbaric maybe, but none the less, effective. She pinned the heads to a tree trunk and with a small knife cut and a little twist and she was able to muscle the hide off almost all at once. She did the bulk of them herself as she and Gabe raced each method, the cameramen counting them down.

“I guess it’s time to try a new way to do that,” Gabe said, a little disappointed in his small stack of squirrel meat; a hill compared to the mountain that Harper had dressed out. Gabe gathered the meat and took it inside the big house for Ami to prepare for dinner. Matt clapped as she cleaned her hands up in one of the buckets of water they had laying around. She grinned a proud smile.

“Can you shoot ‘em as well as you can clean ‘em?” A deep voice said from behind them. Harper looked up and saw Bam standing, a long gun on each shoulder.

“You’ve seen me shoot, you ought to know the answer to that question.” She said, drying her hands on the back of her jeans. She tried extremely hard to not be flirtatious, especially with Matt mere feet from her.

“It’s one thing to hit a stationary target. Let’s see if you can hit something moving. We need that deer after all.” He said, motioning the butt of one of the guns towards her, “Since we can’t depend on someone else to do it.”

Matt laughed, but obviously was insulted.

“Nice, man. I hope you’re the one that slips this time and you have to come crawling back when the lady here,” Matt put his arm around Harper’s shoulders, “shows you up.”

Harper could feel that Matt’s arm wasn’t meant to be flirtatious, but friendly. But the camera didn’t and was still very obviously rolling.

“We’ll just see then, you up to it?” Bam asked Harper; it almost sounded as if he didn’t believe she could do it. She as hoping this banter was for the camera. Regardless of what just happened in the woods, she’d still lay him on his ass.

“Well, yeah…not that I have anything to prove to you.” She said walking towards him, poking him in the chest. Bam smirked, handing her a gun.

“Prove it.”

She took the gun, checking that it was loaded and the safety was on. She couldn’t be sure if part of him still wanted to make her look foolish, and with guns, she never assumed anything.

Harper had to admit she was disappointed when a couple of the crew followed them out on their hunt. She wasn’t surprised, that’s why they were all there in the first place, but she was dying to clear things up with Bam. They had to walk a long way to get far enough where the game were. Their compound kept most animals far, far away. Bam didn’t really speak the entire way, other than to explain some of their Bush sign language to her. The longer the day wore one, the more frustrated he got, the more he stomped instead of remaining quiet like he kept telling her to do. She had to laugh silently to herself when he would throw a little tantrum when a spot didn’t work out. To the camera it may have looked like she was mocking him. She kind of was.

They arrived back at camp, the sun hanging low in the sky, empty handed. Bam seemed to become easily agitated at his older brother’s teasing, waving him off and heading to the trapper shack. It seemed like he closed the door as hard as he could, Matt laughing out loud as the door slammed. Harper tried to look scolding at Matt, but couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“For the record, I had total confidence in you, Harp.” Matt said, from bench around the firepit where he sat, cleaning his boots.

“Thanks, Matt…” She said grinning as she walked by him, ruffling his hair. She walked toward the trapper shack. She still had Bam’s gun, at least now she had an excuse to go see him, though she wasn’t sure he’d be up to talking much with the mood Matt had put him in. She tried to walk as nonchalantly as possible up to the door, knocking on the door frame lightly. Bam didn’t answer, but Harper walked in anyway. She didn’t have much patience for tempers and if she didn’t talk to him soon she was going to implode.

“You just invite yourself in anywhere?” Bam said from inside, unloading his gun on the table setup where Noah’s bed used to be.

“I still had your gun.” She said, suddenly unable to think of a quick comeback. She took it off her shoulder and held it out for him. He took it, mumbling his thanks. Harper continued to stand there, not sure if she should leave or stay, as Bam was not being a very gracious host. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the dirt floor.

“Well are you going to offer me a tour, or continue to be a jackass?” She said, trying to get him to snap out of his funk. The angry look from him told her she succeeded.

He stood up and walked the few steps over to her. She didn’t break his eye contact once, but was having to try very hard to control her breathing as he stopped right in front of her. He was so close all she could smell was him. She could smell the woods on him, his musk, his damp hair. She noticed fairly quickly that his anger wasn't dissipating.

“Well, this is the trapper shack,” he said, unceremoniously, “There’s the wood stove, there’s the table, and there…” He said pausing, “my bed.” Harper watched his lips the entire time he spoke, only making eye contact again when he stopped speaking. Now he crossed his arms, “ If you don't mind, I have some things to do he said nodding towards the door.

Harper was pretty sure she had flames coming out of her nose, and Bam could definitely see the fire in her eyes. He smirked at her speechlessness.

“What, expecting something else? Well, girl, we've got chores that we have to do around here and they're important. If they aren't done we don't eat, we don't sleep, we don't survive. I don't have time for some girl who's like a lost puppy dog to be following me around all the time.”

Harper could spit nails, how she kept herself from smacking that smirk off his face was beyond her. Bam started to turn away.

Harper was the one whose temper was flaring now. She couldn't stop herself as she took both of her hands and pushed him. It wasn't a violent shove but it knocked him forward a couple steps.

Bam, shocked at first turned around glaring at her.

“Don’t put your hands on me, girl.” Bam warned, his finger raised towards her.

“Well then you need to stop being such a dick!” pointing a finger right back at him.

“Why’d you kiss me?” Harper demandingly blurted out. She hadn’t meant to say it and it came out so fast. Bam shook his head turning away.

“I don't have time for this crap.” He mumbled under his breath. Harper, now sufficiently ticked off, pushed his shoulder again.

Bam turned around, obviously angry. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her against the wall behind her.

“I said...don't...do….that” Bam said, clenching his teeth.

“Then...talk...to...me…” She said imitating him.

“You don't want to talk…,” Bam said his deep voice rumbling, “I know what you want.” He continued, almost growling at her, “I know what you came here for.”

She wanted to argue back, to call him conceited and self centered. He was being stubborn, possibly more than she was and it had her riled up in the worst way.

“Why did you kiss me?” She demanded, in a much quieter voice.

There eyes remained locked while Bam stayed silent, still holding her wrists up against the wall. His jaw twitched a little, she could see the frustration written on his face. But she kept her eyes locked on him, demanding an answer.

“I don’t know…” He murmured, “I just looked at you and had to.” His lips and throat were dry. He didn’t like what this girl was doing to him, “If I was wrong and you didn’t want it, then I apologize...but I don’t think I was wrong.” His tone calming down slightly.

Now Harper was the one who didn’t know how to respond. Should she set him straight like Matt? Should she keep her guard and just suck it up? It would make things easier, for sure. But he’d lit such a fire in her belly when he’d pinned her against the tree, almost wild with lust.

“Well…” Harper stammered trying to keep her stern expression, “I...I wanted you to.” Harper added, “but...I..I” she trailed off

Bam didn’t need more of an invitation. He leaned down, pulling her into a deep kiss, he lowered his hands, gripping her sides. Harper’s hands fell to his shoulders, clinging to him. She felt his tongue laying claim to her mouth as she moaned against his lips. She snaked one hand up his neck and delved her fingers into his hair,  gripping his curls as his hands wandered her body, not stopping this time. She shuddered a gasp, when his hand rested against her breast, squeezing slightly. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly when his lips left hers and trailed their way across her jawline, dropping to her neck. She could feel the warmth of his tongue, licking fiery trail, occasionally nipping at her sensitive flesh. There were up against each other, Harper pulling him closer, needing to feel his body.

Bams hands travelled down her torso to her hips, slipping around, grasping her supple backside. He felt her groan against his lips as he continued to kiss her neck. He lifted his head, his lips meeting hers again. He lifted her backside again, willing her legs open as she wrapped them around his waist. She gripped his hips with her thighs, moving her core against him.

“Damn, girl, you really want it don’t you?” Bam said, his deep voice low and raspy. He used to wall to help hold her up, using his free hand to go under her shirt this time, his fingers slipping under her bra, feeling like fire against her bare breast. The feeling of her hardened nipple made him growl into her lips.

“Wait….”Harper said, trying to will herself out of her sexual stupor. She released Bam’s hips and stood, her legs shaky. She steadied herself against the wall, her hands flat against his heaving chest. She tried to catch her breath, her whole body warm and tingling from his touch. Bam looked incredibly disappointed, and started to back away. She grabbed the collar of his shirt with both fists pulling him back to her.

“I…we need to…we should talk” She managed to get out between labored breaths. Without saying a word, Bam took her arm and let her to his bed, both sitting on the cot.

“I don’t have two chairs, this is going to have to do.” He said, she could tell he was teasing, but his face had his want for her written all over it.

“I didn’t come here to jump in the sack with you.” Harper said, her explanation raising his eyebrows, “I mean, here, to Brown Town. I didn’t plan to do anything with any of you..you know…like this.” She said, still trying to catch her breath. Bam, laid a hand on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his hand.

“I know what you’re trying to say. I had no intention of letting you get to me either. But something changed. I don’t know if it was you in those jeans,” Bam said, tapping a foot on her leg, “That language of yours, “He said, tapping a finger on her lips, “Or what it was…” Bam said trailing off, almost appearing mad with himself.  He sighed, irritated.

“I’m not the gushy type,” He said, “When I want something, I go get it, I don’t play games, I don’t intend to make myself look like an idiot either.”

“I totally agree.” Harper said, trying not to laugh at his demands, she turned a little more serious, “I don’t like ‘relationships’, I’m not good with them, I’m not one to ‘fall in love’ either. But Bam? I like you. I don’t know that I did at first, but I do now, but I don’t want to…oh…I don’t know…make this into a big thing.” Harper said, struggling to find the words she was looking for.

“I guess what I mean, is I’m up for having a good time, but I don’t want you to expect much more out of me. I’m not going to follow you around like a love slave, I’m not going to change the way I act, I’m not going to get all dramatic,” She said, looking at him,” but…,it might be fun to, you know...get a little closer to you.” She said looking down at her feet, biting her lip.

Bam contemplated her offer. Messing around and hooking up with no commitment sounded like a decent way to pass the time. He hadn’t been to keen on finding a woman quite yet because he wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with their nonsense. Getting the pleasure of a woman’s company, hopefully without the baggage seemed like a deal too good to pass up. But he did like Harper, a lot. What if this turned into more, it very well could, what was he to do then?

“But no cameras.” Harper warned. She laughed when she realized how it sounded and from the look on Bam’s face, “I mean, I don’t want this to be on tv, I don’t want to let on to anyone..and I mean anyone.”

“I like the way you think,” Bam complimented having waited for her speech to finish,”I just hope you expect the same things out of me. I’m not going to change the way I am towards you, I’m not going to play any games or give you any kind of special treatment.” He said, counting off the items on his fingers.

Harper turned her body towards Bam, extending her hand out in front of her.

“So, we have a deal?” She said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Bam smirked, shaking his head, but reached his hand out and shook hers.

“Deal”

[84reedsy]

The Best Trip - a little Gabe Brown Steam

A whole story inspired by Gabe’s tongue-flicking gif action!!

Lena watched the Brown brothers frolicking in the desert, bored out of her skull. She sat on the steps of the RVs door, her chin slouched in her hand. She knew this was something her husband, Gabe and his brothers and sisters had never seen and was happy they were getting to see new things, but another part of her was frustrated to almost tears over this road trip.

Growing up her family had been nomadic in the most extreme definition of the word. She’d seen every stretch of highway, every landscape the lower 48 had to offer. Being part of the amended Brown family had offered her more stability than she’d ever had. Even though they somewhat drifted, they stayed in a general space.

Lena had known that personal time and space would be a luxury with 10 people in an RV for 5, but she still found her patience growing thin with Gabe not even seeming to try and carve out some time for the two of them. She let out a discontented sigh.

She could see the boys lurking around some rocks and saw Gabe laying on his stomach. She rolled her eyes. She knew all about the snakes here and one of these boys was going to get them selves killed. She groaned standing, stomping over to them. Once she got closer she immediately saw the notorious diamond shape flecked scales of a rattle snake. Bear had a stick and was trying to wrangle it.

“Are you guys serious???” Lena screeched, not believing how careless they were being.

“Aw, sweetie, it’s just a little old snake.” Gabe said still laying on the ground. The snake moved suddenly, Gabe scooted back slightly, flicking his tongue repeatedly at the poor reptile. Watching Gabe’s soft, pink tongue rolling out of his mouth so sensually almost sent Lena’s temper over the edge.

She stomped her foot letting out a frustrated scream from behind her closed lips. Everyone stopped and looked at her. She whipped her long sandy blonde hair behind her and stomped off past them into the desert. She needed a second away from everybody or she was going to blow a gasket. She really wanted some alone time with her Gabey, but he was apparently clueless. She ignored the wind brushing the stinging sand over he bare legs, knowing Gabe had been right about wearing longer pants. But she refused to let herself think he was right about anything right now.

She could hear Gabe calling her name from a distance, but she ignored him.

“Just like he’s been ignoring you…” a voice in her head spoke up.

She stopped; looking around her, realizing she was surrounded more by rocky formations than sand dunes. She knew which way she had come from, but she couldn’t see anybody, anybody.

“Finally…” She huffed, leaning her back against a rocky wall. She let out a long, tired breath, tilting her head back, her eyes closed.

“Well if that ain’t a pretty sight?” Gabe said, watching her from a short distance away. Lena opened her eyes to see him leaning against the rock wall farther down, his arms crossed and a big smile across his face.

Lena pouted and turned her back to him. She twisted her hair between her fingers, trying to ignore him. He made it increasingly difficult when he slid up behind her, wrapping his thick, muscular arms around her torso, burying his chin in her shoulder.

“Oh, c’mon Leelee, don’t be mad.” Gabe cooed at her. Trying to use his pet name was softening her a little but she was still upset.

“Well why shouldn’t I be?” She said, still pouting.

“Tell me what’s wrong and let me fix it.” Gabe said, squeezing her waist slightly.

“What’s wrong?!?” Lena said, turning around in a huff, “What’s wrong with me is I haven’t had a second alone with you this whole trip. Not once and it’s been a long three days.” Lena blurted out, “And that snake got more action than I’ve gotten this whole trip!”

Gabe couldn’t help but chuckle a little at her last outburst.

“Oooh, ok…I think I know what my baby needs…” Gabe whispered, his finger lifting Lena’s chin. He kissed her softly at first, deepening it when she responded immediately.

She gripped his biceps to steady herself. She’d been so in need of his touch, a mere kiss was almost enough to knock her over.

“Gabey, I need you…” Lena whimpered against his lips, her body quivering. Gabe could feel her shaking with need in his arms. He steadied her against the rock wall, dipping down, capturing her lips again, pressing his muscular form against her slight frame. He ground his body against her having missed being with her just as much. He trailed his hand down her torso, caressing her hips, skimming the denim of her shorts. He ran his fingertips around the hem, his hand searching for the part of her that ached for him.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me…” Gabe breathed against her neck as his kisses fell lower. She grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails in as his mere touch was about to tip her over the edge.

Lena felt Gabe’s hands unbuttoning her shorts and slid them and her tiny white panties down her legs. Gabe lifted his head once more, placing feather light kisses along her jaw, nibbling on her earlobe.

Lena grabbed Gabe’s head and forcefully pressed her lips to his. They parted, both breathing heavily.

“Now,” Lena said, between ragged breaths, “Show me what you were showing that snake.” She continued, placing her hand on the top of his head and pushing downward.

She gasped as she felt that same soft, pink tongue taste her pulsing core. If it wasn’t for his strong hands gripping her hips, she would have sunk to the ground with pleasure.

“That’s my girl…” Gabe mumbled against her sex. He could feel her closing in on her climax very quickly.

As she reached the edge, Lena covered her own mouth to keep her moans from echoing across the entire desert.

Gabe rose, smiling at her. She could still smell a little of herself on his breath and she could feel how much he wanted his turn against her thigh.

“This just might be turning into the best trip ever.” Lena purred.

[84reedsy]

Stranded - A Matt Brown One Shot.

A little Matt fic for @jessicamoreno62! May be one I build upon later, but for now we’ll just call it a One Shot. Enjoy!

Jessica looked at the list of flights in a panic. One after another was quickly flipping to ‘CANCELLED’. This was her first major trip alone and she’d already been nervous about travelling alone. She hadn’t travelled much outside of the Midwest ever. She wasn’t a jetsetter by any stretch of the imagination. Travelling to Alaska in the summer had seemed like such a smart idea before. She wouldn’t have to worry about the snow and ice and infamous winter storms. She hadn’t even stopped to think of the driving rain and wicked wind that punished the land in the warmer months of the summer season. Her shoulders sagged as she watched the line for her tiny plane to the small town of Hoonah went from delayed to cancelled.

What was she to do now? Her original tickets almost bankrupted her and she couldn’t afford any surcharges or fees or all new tickets. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as tears began to form at the crease of her eyes.

This was her dream, coming to Alaska to study the wildlife, especially the bears and moose. It was one of her requirements to finish her degree in animal sciences to make a trip to study wildlife. They had to have a sponsor in the area. All sponsors were friends of her professor. The professor had always listed his friend who lived a secluded existence in the wilds of Southeast Alaska but no student had ever chosen him. Jessica saw it as an opportunity to prove how serious she was. She even went as far to sell her car and sublet her apartment to make the trip.

She blinked back the tears and looked around at the rest of the passengers in their boots and flannels and camouflage. She saw their canvas rucksacks and suddenly felt so self-conscious about her duffelbag. In the Eddie Bauer store it seemed to practical and useful. Now it seemed almost pretentious.

She clutched the bag close to her, unsure of which way to go. The passengers were leaving in all different directions and making her feel very anxious. If she could just get outside and breath the air for a second she could think. This airport in Juneau wasn’t nearly as sparse as she anticipated. She shuffled through the crowd until she found an exit. She rushed through the doors, suddenly thrashed with pouring rain. She didn’t mind it so much. She liked the wet, earthy smell that greeted her. She frowned at the sight of the city though. In Alaska, she’d assumed she wouldn’t see as much urban sprawl.

“You looking to get to Hoonah?” A man spoke loudly next to her over the sound of the wind.

She stepped back, not expecting anyone to approach her. She blinked blankly at him, unsure if she should answer.

He pointed to the dampening ticket in her hand, the flight number emblazoned on it, still barely legible.

“I was on that flight, too. I have a line on a boat, the waters south of here ain’t so bad. They’re heading out now. I can get you on board.”

“I don’t know you.” Jessica said, clutching her last $1000 to her name in a false pocket in her coat, “But you’re sure I can get on board? What’ll it cost me?” She said, knowing she wasn’t going to find another opportunity. She was going to have to take a chance.

“$50 or a barter.” the stranger said. He looked like he was really ready to get out of there.

She sighed and shook her head.

“I’ll take it.” Jessica bit her lip, “I’ll pay, I don’t have anything to barter. Also, don’t get any ideas.”

“Sorry?” The stranger said, cocking his head to one side.

“I mean, I’m a girl, alone...I’m not from around here and I shouldn’t be going off with someone I don’t know...but I need  to get to Hoonah.” She sounded more as if she was trying to convince herself than explain it to him. He laughed loudly, his crazy, slightly grey curls shook in the rain.

“I promise I will get you there safe and sound,” he said holding his hand up as if he was reciting an oath, “and I'm Matt, by the way, Matt Brown. So now you know me.” He said a big grin still spread on his face.

“Jessica.” She said almost begrudgingly. She bit her lip looking at him.

“Nice to meet you, now we have to get going, we can chat more on the boat.” Matt said, hooking his hand around her elbow and tugging her across the parking lot. She wanted to protest but something in her gut said to follow him. It was probably something telling her she needed to graduate. She let him lead her, his grip was strong but gentle. He didn't force her through the driving rain, but guided here down sidewalks and roads until she realized they were on a wooden surface.

“Oh great, we made it to the dock just in time!” Matt yelled over the rain.

Jessica peered up through her wet tresses, blinking through the rain she saw the boat and a man was getting ready to leave.

Matt flagged him down, leading Jessica to the boat. She bit her lip again, it wasn't very big. It looked like it had a lower deck, but doubted there would be room for much more than Matt and her.

She was thankful Matt was able to explain their situation. At this point she was more than happy to fork over the dough to get out of this mess.

The captain let them on board and directed them both to the lower deck. He didn't seem to be one to enjoy company, so Jessica’s feelings weren't hurt.

Below deck, Jessica wrung out her hair, shaking it loose. The dark blonde waves hung heavy from the rain. Matt shook his hair out unceremoniously, flinging tiny water droplets everywhere.

Jessica couldn't help but giggle at him. He looked to be in his 30s but he acted like a teenager.

“So what are you doing headed to the bush? Hoonah’s pretty remote.” Matt asked, settling in on one of the common area couches. Jessica continued to stand, clutching her duffel out of awkwardness instead of fear. She explained her schooling and what she gave up to come here. She felt odd afterwards. She'd felt incredibly comfortable divulging her life to him. He listened to every word. Smiling intently at her.

“Well you sound really dedicated.” He complimented her. She smiled at him, her cheeks warm. A short time passed with nothing else said. Jessica suddenly realized how rude she to not also ask about him.

“What about you? What brings you to these parts?” Jessica asked a little too eagerly. He chuckled, but not in a condescending manner. She was really quite taken with his laugh, it was beginning to make her giddy just hearing it. She just met this guy though, why was she falling for him already?

“Oh me? I had to come to Juneau to run some yearly errands. See, most of my family lives pretty much off the grid, out the bush.” He said practically beaming, “I only come up here when I have to, you know driver’s license and all that other modern crazyness.” He said his hands wildly flailing in the air. Jessica found herself moving to sit next to Matt on the couch, leaning towards him, trying to drink in his story. He told her about his 8 siblings and his parent’s that he lived with in their little bush settlement. Each one of them sounded more interesting than the next.

“A tire house?” She asked, her face puzzled.

“Yeah,” Matt laughed again, “It’s pretty literal, don’t think to much into it.” It’s literally a structure held together by abandoned tires. It’s pretty cozy, Suits me if I do say so myself.” He said, leaning closer to her, the last words spoken slightly softer. Jessica felt a chill wander down her spine. He was becoming more handsome by the second. A couple of hours had passed before she even knew it. She could barely feel the boat even moving as it raced through the stormy waters. A bolt of lightning made her jump, startling her as she instinctively grabbed the closest thing to her, Matt’s arm. She yelped a little.

“Surely, you’ve seen lightning before, I do know that exists in the lower 48.” Matt said, smiling at her touch.

Jessica blushed, embarrassed. She mumbled an apology but couldn’t bring herself to let go or move away from him.

“No need to be sorry, I kind of like it.” Matt said, reaching up to move a lock of her hair behind her ear, “I kind of like you.”

At his touch, the shivers down her spine become a numbing shock, unable to move away, she was pleasantly surprised when he quickly leaned in and kissed her. She felt a thrill run through her as never before. She’d always been so by-the-book, never taking a chance. And here she was, half a world away and making out with a man who was merely a stranger a few hours before. She moaned against his lips as his roughened, work worn hand caressed her cheek. She let her hand wander from his arm, traveling soft across his chest, feeling his chest flex under her touch. He broke the intense kiss, laughing deeply.

“Wow, this is crazy.” He said, still holding her face with his hand.

“I’m kind of into crazy, now.” Jessica said, her voice full of need for him. He didn’t object when she swung her legs around him, straddling him on the couch. She initiated this kiss again. He tasted too good to stop now. He gripped his hands on her hips, slowly tracing them down her thighs, actions that caused her to moan again into his lips.

“Good, because I’ve got a lot of crazy for you.” Matt said, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips along her collarbone. She gasped as she pressed her body against him, feeling the evidence of his arousal.

Shocking both of them, there was a series of loud thuds from the upper deck.

“Hoonah!” The captain called. The pair looked out of the window and realized they were docked.

Matt growled, frustrated, not wanting her to leave his lap.

“We have bears.” Matt said, his eyes locked on her’s, which were still filled with need for him.

“What?” She asked, slightly confused.

“We have bears, and moose...and all kinds of critters. Come to Brown Town with me. You can do all you need to there...and there is a really nice tire house you could stay at.” He added with a smirk.

She didn’t answer him immediately, biting her lip as she contemplated his offer. She didn’t answer him until they had unboarded the vessel and were standing on the dock. She didn’t know what it was about this Matt Brown, but she wanted to follow him anywhere and everywhere. She wanted to know all about him. She wanted to spend the rest of her life kissing him.

“I know it was a crazy idea to go off with some stranger you just met to his house in the woods. But from the second I saw you waiting for the plane, I knew I was meant to know you.” Matt said as they stood on the dock. He took her hand in his, “I can’t just let the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen just walk out of my life without trying.” he said softly. His face was serious now.

She searched his eyes and could only see sincerity behind them.  She took a big breath and pressed her lips to his. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, pulling her against him. She pulled away, breathless.

“Yes, Matt, I’ll come with you to your home, to Brown Town.” She said, looking deeply into his eyes. She smiled as he smiled.

“I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.” Matt said, “Let’s go!” He pulled her all the way to the end of the dock, toward a large vessel labeled “The Integrity”. Normally, she’d have been scared out of her wits at such an idea, but this...this was going to be the greatest adventure.

[84reedsy]

Lost & Wild - an Alaskan Bush People story - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 –

Harper dragged herself out of bed, her limbs heavy and uncooperative as Jack and Alex ran around her room banging trashcan lids and whatever debris they found outside. They’d been up late filming scenes around the area, most likely for bonus footage later.

The accidental dip into a creek like spur of water off the inlet had sobered things up real quick. Harper had instinctively jumped right back out of the water, but was surprised by how quickly the cold invaded her senses. The temperature was still well above freezing, in the high 40’s, but the water was still very, very cold. For safety reasons, they had to wrap up and get back to the hotel to keep her from developing hypothermia. By the time she got to the shower and stepped into the scalding hot water, she’d almost chipped her teeth from chattering so much.

It took a few minutes but little by the little the hot pellets of water permeated her chilled skin and the feeling in her fingers and toes came back. She had stood in the shower without moving for a good 20 minutes, realizing that this was probably not something she was going to be doing much of over the next several weeks. Showers with hot water would become a luxury.

Alex was continuing to make as much noise as humanly possible. Harper picked up the pillow off of her bed and cold cocked Alex in the face with it. It was a down pillow, much heavier than the normally fluffy, fun pillows. It stunned him for a minute, silencing the room.

“Damn, woman…that was cold!” He said rubbing his jaw. Harper rolled her eyes at the camera that was recording in the room.

“Well it’s entirely too early in the morning for your bullshit!” She called back, laughing. She waked to the bathroom with an arm full of clothes.

She stared in the mirror, again wishing that the cameras hadn’t been rolling after seeing her face still puffy from sleep, her eyes still looking tired. She splashed water on her face as cold as she could stand it and went about getting dressed. They were told to pack practically. So jeans and a v-neck black tee would do it. She gave herself a once over in the mirror, tying off her pig tail braids. It was one of the only ways to tame her wild, wavy dark hair. And being out in the “bush”, well she didn’t want to have to constantly worry if her hair was out of whack while being filmed for the entire world to see.

She threw on a pair of her mis-matched striped toe socks and wiggled on her new hiking shoes before balling up her clothes and swiping the rest of the free soaps and shampoos.

Walking out into the hotel room, it suddenly felt much more cramped. The entire production crew and her four cousins were standing about, packing gear and preparing to depart. She squeezed through the narrow openings between bodies and threw her armload of pj’s and hotel swag in her pack. Koby jumped on the bed, sending her pack upwards and a perfect angle for her to catch it. She smirked at him, shaking her head.

“Let’s go, girl, I need to get out in them woods, get my howl on!” He exclaimed, loudly howling. She cringed as the sound assaulted her ears. Those standing close by quickly covered their ears. She was sure anyone else staying at the hotel was more than ready for them to leave.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to start howling at everything like those Brown boys do.” Harper chided.

“When it Rome, Harp.” Koby said bounding off the bed again.

The hotel they were staying at was just a couple miles from the dock where the Brown family were supposed to be waiting. Loading up the cars was a chore, they had to take anything and everything they thought they could possibly need, including tents. The storied Brown Town complex currently was only setup to house the family: the main house, the trapper shack, and a few other structures that the family called home. Their production crew stayed on a boat anchored in the bay.

The Cousin’s production crew would be bunking in the same boat, however, the 5 cousins would be having to figure out their own shelter arrangements. They’d gone in together on a tent that had several pods that connected to each other via tunnels. It made an awesome setup, but was pretty gargantuan in the fact that it took up a lot of square footage. Luckily, though each pod could be set up independently in the event that they would have to inhabit a smaller space. The tents were heavy. Extremely heavy for their size. But they were also very stout and hopefully could withstand the unpredictable Alaskan weather.

In addition to those, they’d brought their packs, jammed full of as many clothes as they could manage. They’d brought buckets of their own food supplies, guns and ammunition, knives, fishing gear, their personal camera equipment and other basic survival gear. Their shopping had consisted of one of everything from the camping isle of Cabela’s. Stepping back to look at the SUV’s all loaded up, Harper was sure they’d doubled the gross weight of the car. She bit her lip, considering how difficult it was going to be lugging all of this gear to Brown Town, especially if the tide was low. The extra weight would probably sink them knee deep in the muddy shore. But they’d manage. It was important to Harper that they show immediately that they could carry their own weight, not wanting the Brown’s to feel obligated to help.

Braden nudged her with his shoulder, breaking her out of her trance. She smirked as she looked at him. Bright green sunglasses, plaid board shorts and a beach tank. He’d at least gotten boots, but they may have looked ever more ridiculous paired with the shorts. The 55 degree weather made his entire get up even more ridiculous.

“You ready, girly?” he said leaning his forearm on her shoulder. The boys all enjoyed teasing Harper about being a girl. They all knew full well she could probably out hunt, definitely out fish, and outsmart them all. So teasing was their way to bring her ego back down, which honestly, could get pretty full of itself from time to time.

“Can’t wait!” she said grinning excitedly, “I’ve been so excited to finally get out here. It’ll be weird though, knowing you can’t just run out to town to get something. Knowing you aren’t going to see other people unless something is up.”

“Knowing there are freaking bears everywhere!” Koby said, literally jumping next to them.

“Those bears are going to eat you, you know that, right?” Harper said, pushing Koby towards the vehicle.

“No! For I am one of them!” He yelled, growling loudly and hulking towards the car himself. Instead of climbing inside like the rest of them, he pulled himself upwards and on to the luggage rack, settling between to lumps in the giant pile of gear.

As the lead man, Joe knew these people. He knew there was no getting Koby down and he also knew they were flirting dangerously with being late. The Brown’s were picking them up on their boat, The Integrity. And the tide controlled the window of time they’d have to board.

“Alright, guys, let’s get going or we won’t make the boat” Joe warned, his crew kicking into gear loading into one of the SUV’s.

The cousin’s piled into their own, 4 of them cramming into the backseat. Jack said shotgun, while Joe climbed in, speeding off toward the Hoonah docks. He’d noticed in one of the inlets they were close to that the tide had crested. They had too much to unload to waste any time. He ignored the passenger’s complaints as they were thrown against each other when he took the corners too quickly. He would have been more concerned if they hadn’t been laughing the whole time.

They arrived at the dock, quickly throwing the vehicles into park. Joe exited and waved to the other crew milling around the dock where the Integrity softly bobbed in the water.

Braden opened the back door and all 4 of them came spilling out into the gravelly mud on top of one another, faking injuries and blaming Joe. Joe shook his head and started unlatching the tie down straps for their gear.

Jack exited the SUV laughing at his younger cousins as he helped Joe with the gear. Kicking some loose mud towards them, he got their attention. “C’mon kids, get it together!”

“Aw, c’mon man, not cool!” Harper said separating herself from the pile, wiping splattered grey mud from her face. The rest of them stood up, also wiping away what mud they could, the ones on the bottom of the pile had a lot more of a mess on their hands.

“Well then quit dicking around and help.” Jack instructed, handing one of the tent bags to Harper. She rolled her eyes, but took the bag, also grabbing her pack and another bag of supplies. She shouldered her bag as the gear was tossed from person to person.

“We’ll have to make a second trip.” Joe instructed, “But, we need to get down to film the introductions. We don’t have much tide left to get all the footage we want. You all are supposed to get a tour of the boat that we want to capture, too”.

  From the wheelhouse in the boat, the Brown family watched the group at the top of the dock gathering their gear.

“You’d think they were staying for 6 months or more, as much stuff as they’ve got with them” Billy, the father said, chuckling to himself.

“Well, most people don’t know how to live in the bush, they have no idea how to live with what you’ve got.” Ami, the mother said, laying her arm on Billy’s. He squeezer her hand and returned the smile she gave him.

“It’ll be nice to have another woman around, but 4 more guys? It’s going to be crowded!” Birdie said.

“But at least you’re not related to them, that’ll be something different.” Matt said, pushing a stray lock of his curly hair from his face, growing it out was proving to be more of a chore than he had originally considered.

Billy frowned slightly. He wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with the idea of 4 strange men around his daughters. He also wasn’t sure about the girl either. He had 5 sons. He knew they were all a little woman-starved. He hoped it wouldn’t create any competition between his boys. He really liked Harper from his first meeting with her. She seemed to be pretty grounded, while still appearing to be confident. But it was hard to get to know someone well enough in a few short hours, to know if they were going to be OK to live with for 10 weeks.

She hadn’t fawned over the boys during their first meeting either. She’d seemed genuinely interested in what they had to say. Though a few of his sons he couldn’t say the same about. Luckily, they didn’t make it to obvious. He had to chuckle again the way all 5 boys were in a line almost pressed against the windows as the group started to trek towards the boat. Birdie and Rain walked out to the deck first as the group reached the end of the dock.

  Harper dropped her bags as they reached the boat. The boat was much bigger than she had assumed. Soon, familiar faces began to emerge from the wheel house, Harper greeted them with a smile.

“Glad to see you made it in one piece!” Billy called from the deck, following the rest of his family to the plank board that led to the deck.

“Yeah, didn’t know if we’d get all of this stuff up here. But we managed.” Joe said, shaking Billy’s hand once he was on the dock. The Brown boys began picking up various bags laying on the dock that the crew had dropped to ready their cameras. They tossed the tent bags up onto the bow of the boat from the dock. Harper followed their lead, making sure to get as many bags as she could managed and heaved them on board.

“Nice toss!” Matt complimented her with a mischievous grin.

“Thanks, I lift a little.” She joked, flexing her right bicep. It seemed to humor pretty much everybody, laughter filling the air. She turned back around, meeting Matt’s gaze, catching a small wink he directed towards her. She smirked slightly and threw another bag towards the bow.

“A lady really shouldn’t have to do all of this heavy lifting.” Harper heard from behind her. She turned to see Noah, his long coat hitting the ground, his cane by his side. He had his free hand out for one of her bags.

“Oh, that is really sweet, Noah, but really I don’t mind at all.” She said, blindly throwing another bag on the bow. She only turned to look when she heard a voice yell out.

“Son of a bitch!” Alex yelled, toppling over the bags on the bow. “That’s the second time today you’ve nailed me in the face!”

“Oh damn! Sorry Alex” Harper yelled towards him, wincing a little. More laughter.

Noah bent and picked up a couple of the bags laying around stepped out of Harper’s way.

“Ladies first, I insist” he said, slightly bowing towards her. She smiled as his gesture and proceeded to board the boat with the bags she didn’t want to take the risk of throwing. She smiled at Ami, Birdie, and Rain as she walked onto the deck. Ami gave her a hug.

“It’s going to be so nice having another woman around!” She said patting Harper on the shoulder.

“I KNOW, I’m not going to know how to act with other woman around!” Harper said, just as Koby walked by, belching as loudly as he could. The women giggled amongst themselves.

Suddenly, a face appeared from above them.

“Hey Harper! Nice to see you again!” Bear said, reaching his hand downward. Harper looked up at him dangling from the roof of the wheel house. She reached up taking his hand to shake it.

“You too, Bear” She said smiling up at him, shading her eyes from the bright sun.

He repelled down from the roof, landing next to them.

“You ought to climb up later and get a view from the buoy swing, it’s awesome!” he said, obviously excited to have new faces around.

“Yeah, we’ll totally do that!” Harper said, matching his enthusiasm.

“Bear, get down there and help with the rest of their things” Billy said, carrying an armload on board.

“You got it, Dad!” Bear said, hopping the railing and jumping to the dock.

Following Billy was Gabe, carrying much more than everyone else, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

“Good grief you’re strong!” Harper said as he boarded. He turned around and winked at her.

“Eh, I do what I can.” He smiled at her, turning to head to the bow with his load.

The crew boarded the ship as well, some carrying more gear, some with camera’s rolling. Bam was the last one on the boat, he stopped next to the woman, looking at Harper.

“You’ve got something, right….there.” he said bringing his hand to one of her braids. He flicked a piece of mud from her hair, his thumb lightly brushing her earlobe.

“There, all gone” He said, slightly grinning at her. He continued onto the deck slinging the bags to the front before pulling in their plank.

Harper was glad for the bright sun and her tanned complexion. These boys weren’t able to see her slight blushing. She wasn’t used to all of this attention.

With the help of his brothers and some of the Cousins, they pushed the large vessel from the dock. Both families started towards the front of the boat, where the production crews were, cameras ready for the start of the Brown led boat tour. Harper was the last of the group to start towards the bow, but stopped as she was called into the wheel house.

“Hey, wanna try driving?” Bam said from the helm of the boat. Forgetting the tour, Harper was all too excited to try steering.

“Oh my gosh, YES” she exclaimed, entering the wheelhouse, almost bounding over to the captain’s wheel.

“Ok, I’ll take care of the throttle, you just steer it” He said letting the steering wheel go.

Harper grabbed the spokes of the wheel, surprised how much she had to steady it against the currents of the inlet.

“It sure would help if all of these people got out of our way.” Bam said frowning at the large group gathered at the bow.

As if they heard him, the group starting back towards the wheelhouse, and going downstairs into the belly of the boat.

“Harp, let’s go, tour’s starting” Joe called halfway down the stairs.

“You all go ahead, I’m steering the god damn boat!” She said excitedly. Joe shook his head and continued his decent.

Bam laughed a little, gunning the throttle a little more. “You know, you don’t have to white-knuckle it quite so much.” He said, noticing the strain of her delicate looking hands on the wheel spokes.

“Eh, I’m just a little excited that’s all.” She said shaking a cramp out of one hand.

“Turn a little more starboard to make it through that pass” Bam instructed, gunning the engine a bit more.

Misjudging what Bam meant by a ‘little’, Harper spun the wheel several times, severly turning them agaist fairly calm waters. Below deck, they heard people losing their balance.

“Dammit, girl, I said a little!” Bam spat almost pushing her away from the wheel.

She called down the stairs. “Sorry everyone! My bad!”

“Well at least you own up to it.” Bam said, righting the boats course. Harper frowned. She wasn’t a big fan of being spoken down to.

“Well it was an honest mistake, maybe you should consider your audience before barking commands.” She shot back.

“Well I’m used to considering idiots so it shouldn’t be too difficult for me to remember that next time.” Bam said, keeping his shaded eyes forward. She narrowed her eyes into his back, this was not a good way to start this trip. Matt had come up the stairs just in time to hear their last two exchanges. Seeing the look on Harper’s face, he quickly got her attention. One thing they didn’t need today was Bam rage.

“Hey Harper, you oughta come down for the tour. I think Bam’s got things handled up here.” He said, flashing her another toothy grin and a wink. She nodded and walked to the stairs, taking Matt’s hand as he held it out for her to help her down the uneven stairs. When they got to the bottom, she looked up through the stairwell, still frowning slightly.

“Aw, don’t be mad,” Matt said, slightly tapping the corner of her frowned lips, “Bam’s just a grumpy guy. He’s like that all time time. Don’t take it personal.” He said his voice low and calming.

They stood there, Harper’s frown slowly turning to a slight smile, not sure what to do next with Matt standing there looking at her.

“C’mon, let’s catch up with everybody else.” He said, walking ahead of her, reaching his hand out behind for hers. She tried not to smile too much, taking his hand and letting him lead her through the dim underbelly of the boat.