Joshua Bam Bam Brown: Collection of Short Alaskan Bush People Fan Fics

Living the Dream

"What did I tell you about brining your work home with you?" Hands on hips, you fixed Bam with a fierce stare.

Tossing the pile of lumber on the floor of the trapper shack, Bam dropped his head and raised his eyebrows. Your eyes opened wide and you pulled your elbows in close to your body, laughing as Bam grabbed for you.

"Stop!" You squealed. "You're filthy!"

But the grin on his face told you he wasn't planning to stop. His muddy fingers pressed into your sides as he crushed you to his chest. You could feel his damp sweat against your body and you struggled in vain to pull away.

"Ewwww. Sweaty shirt! Get away!" You fussed and you thought your plea fell on deaf ears.

But Bam suddenly pulled away from you. His eyes locked on yours, you saw the cunning look in his eye a split second before he reached for the hem of his damp shirt and yanked it over his head. His long hair flipped up and then down over his shoulders, a soft cascade of brown and red and gray. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his muscular chest. Your eyes slipped further down and you watched, breathless as Bam's long slender fingers rested on his belt buckle.

"These jeans are sweaty, too." His deep voice sounded like a soft wind rushing past your ears. "Should I take them off?"

When you could finally catch your breath, you lifted your eyes back to his and swallowed hard. His eyes stared into yours and you were amazed again at how beautiful he was. The muscles under his strong shoulders flexed as his hands moved up and he rested his forearms on your shoulders.

You couldn't say a word. Bam knew how much you desired him. And it didn't take much to bring you to a point where you couldn't think or speak or resist. Bam inhaled deeply, his mouth open. His tongue slipped out and he licked his bottom lip and overcome, your arms flew around his waist. Your mouth captured his so quickly that you still felt the moisture on his lip and your tongue gently tasted him before you suddenly moved your head back and away.

"What?" Bam's passion was already matching yours and his arms tightened around you.

"You didn't hear that?" You asked.

The sound was faint at first but it had been getting louder and now you couldn't get it out of your head.

"No. what sound?" Bam was genuinely confused. He couldn't hear a thing.

"That loud honking sound. Like a horn. You don't hear it?"

The sound was even louder now and you began to shake your head trying to push it from your mind. But it grew more and more insistent and then you suddenly felt rough hands shaking you. What was happening? Why was Bam shaking you like that?

"Miss? Miss?" The unfamiliar male voice and the hand jostling your shoulder finally shook you awake.

Your eyes snapped open and you stared directly into the dark eyes of the young man who had been hired to sail you out to Brown Town. After meeting Bam in town, he went back by himself to get everything and everyone ready for your visit. He had made it clear that he wasn't in the habit of inviting girls he had just met to see his home and meet his family. But there had been something in your eyes, he had said, that drew him in and made him feel happier than he had ever felt before.

The honking of the horn on the small ship had been blaring for a while and the piercing sound had forced its way into your dream. The ride from town had been long and the sun was warm and the dream had seemed so real. Sighing and giving the young man a thumbs up, you adjusted your heavy coat and peered at the skiff that was already waiting to take you to the shore.

As you walked to the bow of the boat, you leaned over and smiled down at Bam. He looked as beautiful as he did the first time you saw him. Maybe even more. His dark glasses hid his eyes but you saw his wide smile and your heart leaped in your throat. Your vivid dream also leaped into your mind and you hoped you would be able to sit beside him in the skiff without trying to live out that dream. Climbing carefully down into the skiff, you waved goodbye to the young man then turned to face Bam.

"You look amazing." He said and inhaled deeply, seeming to want to breathe you in.

Your desire for him shot to the surface and you could only smile happily at him. Your heart raced in your chest and you couldn't speak or resist when Bam reached out and rested his arms on your shoulders.

You watched, stunned, as Bam's tongue slipped out and he licked his bottom lip just like in your dream. A deep sigh slipped from your lips and your arms flew around his waist. Your mouth captured his so quickly that you still felt the moisture on his lip and your tongue gently tasted him.

But unlike in the dream, this time, in real life, you didn't move away.