Page 11 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)

Jett

August

“Jett!” The excited cry had my head whipping around, searching for the owner of that familiar voice—a voice I’d only heard over the phone for months on end.

My girl—yeah, I’d given up the ghost on that one a while ago—was shorter than most, and there were too many people milling around the backstage area for my eyes to find her in the crowd.

“Over here!” A hand extended toward the sky waved wildly, drawing my attention.

Warmth curled through my insides as Daisy came into view. Damn, she was a sight for sore eyes.

A brilliant smile stretched across her beautiful face, visible with her chestnut hair tucked behind her ears, and a chocolate brown dress featuring tiny white flowers hugged her incredible breasts before flaring out wide to swish around her hips and thighs .

She found a gap between the two men walking ahead of her and squeezed through it.

As soon as the path between us was clear, she took off running.

Our bodies collided, and I hefted her into my arms. She must’ve missed me just as much as I’d missed her because her hands were in my hair, knocking my hat to the dirt as she sealed her lips over mine, tongue demanding entry.

I groaned, squeezing her ass as our tongues battled, my cock hard as steel behind my fly.

More than anything, I wished her flight hadn’t been delayed, and we could have had this reunion in private.

The only thing I could think about right now was sinking into her sweet pussy when I should be preparing for my ride.

A distraction like that was enough to get a man killed.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I murmured against her skin, dragging openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck.

A breathy moan sounded. “Been so long I forgot how hot you are.”

Chuckling, I lifted my head. “Oh yeah?”

With her lower lip caught between her teeth, Daisy nodded. “So hot.”

Another press of my lips to hers, and then I let her slide down my body until her feet touched the ground. The second I removed my hands from her waist, she dipped lower, dropping to her knees in the dirt and I about damn near swallowed my tongue.

“Daze, baby, get up,” I rasped, eyes darting around to the many, many people surrounding us.

She peeked up at me with a curious expression before standing. In her hand, she held my forgotten hat.

Jesus, man. I know it’s been a while since you got your dick wet, but you gotta get your mind outta the gutter. Did you seriously think she was about to suck you off with an audience?

No. All right, maybe. I can’t think straight when she’s around, okay ?

Yeah, can’t blame you there. She’s something else.

“There.” Daisy brought me back to reality, setting my now dusted-off hat atop my head. Then she took two steps back, and her gaze slid over me from head to toe as she shook her head with a smile. “You look like a real cowboy.”

I hooked both thumbs into my pockets, teasing, “I didn’t before?”

She rolled those pretty blue eyes. “You know what I mean.” Her hand gestured to my appearance. “You’ve got the chaps and the spurs and the vest. Very rugged. Very country.”

“Does my city girl wanna get down and dirty with a real cowboy tonight?” My voice grew gruff, picturing all the ways I was gonna make up for lost time when I got her alone.

Before she could respond, there was a booming call of, “Get a room!”

Inwardly, I groaned. Fucking Murph.

My friend and mentor stepped up beside me, flashing Daisy a grin I’d been told was legendary for dropping panties before Layla had made an honest man of him.

I elbowed him in the ribs, and the air rushed out of his lungs with an “oof.”

“Don’t look at her like that,” I growled.

Rubbing his side, Murphy huffed, “Like what?”

I shot him a glare that said, You know like what .

“Um, hi? I’m Daisy.”

With a cocky smirk, Murph extended a hand to my girl, and I fought the urge to throat punch him for even thinking of touching her.

“Murphy Tripplett,” he introduced himself as his gaze swept over her. “First time at a rodeo, darlin’?”

Daisy plucked at the fabric of her skirt, nose wrinkling. “Is it that obvious? ”

Murph’s chin dipped toward the ground. “White sneakers gave you away. They won’t last the night in this dirt.”

“Oh!” With wide eyes, she peeked at her footwear.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here.” Layla joined our small group, stepping right up to Daisy and linking their arms together. “These boys have to get ready for their rides anyway, so what better way for us girls to kill the time than to go shopping?”

Since Layla had neglected to introduce herself, I did the honors. “Daze, meet Layla. She’s Murphy’s wife and helps to manage us both during the rodeo season.”

Layla began to tug Daisy away. “Don’t worry, honey, I already know all about you.

Jett can’t go a single day without bringing up your name.

” Over her shoulder, she shot us a look that was all business.

“Stop starin’ at our asses while we walk away and get your heads in the game. We’ll see you after.”

Well, now that she said it, I couldn’t keep my eyes from dipping to watch the sway of Daisy’s rounded backside until it disappeared from view.

The heavy weight of Murph’s arm settled over my shoulders. “So, when’s the wedding?”

I shoved him off. “Don’t start with that shit. We’re only foolin’ around.” Dusting my hands off on my chaps, I added, “I’m not the marrying type.”

He chuckled. “Famous last words, brother. Said ’em myself once upon a time, and you know how that ended.” The gold band resting on his fourth finger caught the overhead lighting when he lifted his left hand.

“Nah, this is different. She’s still hoping to snag a teaching job back East, and you know I’m looking for a way out of Rust Canyon.”

Humming, he shot me a doubtful look. “Yeah, okay. We’ll see about that. ”

For once, Murph couldn’t be more wrong. There was no future for me and Daisy. It just wasn’t in the cards. For either of us.

Heart thundering in my ears and sweat trickling down my spine, I gritted my teeth as the horse beneath me bucked, trying to unseat me. Eight seconds seemed to drag on forever as I focused on keeping my left hand raised above my head, while my right had a death grip on the riggin’.

My ass shifted an inch too far to the left, and panic coursed through my veins. I needed this ride to keep my place in the standings. After falling off last night, I couldn’t afford to come away with no score, making this weekend a total waste and netting a financial loss after entry fees.

Relief surged when the buzzer sounded, and when my boots hit the dirt, I took off running for the fence. Climbing up the rungs, I sat astride the top, eager to see my scores.

“Hell yes!” My fist shot into the air when the eighty-nine was revealed.

Wasn’t my best, but it was more than enough to keep me in the running for the circuit finals in October.

The pain of getting knocked out last year was still so fresh in my mind, so I was bound and determined to get another shot at competing for nationals.

Adrenaline buzzed beneath my skin, begging to be burned off, and luckily for me, there was someone in the stands who could help me do just that.

Motion caught my eye as Daisy rounded the corner of a horse trailer.

Oh, fuck. I wasn’t going to make it to the motel .

Cheeks flushed and eyes bright, my girl had changed from her cute little sundress into a white T-shirt that had her breasts threatening to spill out of the deep V at the neckline and jeans that looked like they’d been painted onto her mouthwateringly thick thighs, tucked into a pair of brand-new boots.

The country looked good on her.

“Come on.” I caught her hand before she could say anything, dragging her toward where my truck was parked. Borderline frantic to be inside her, I could barely manage more than a curt nod to my fellow riders who offered words of congratulations on my score as we rushed past them.

“Where are we going?” Daisy asked breathlessly as her short strides struggled to keep up with my much longer ones.

“Need you alone,” I bit out.

My vintage truck with its rounded hood and chipped paint job came into view, the finish line in sight. Panting after our mad dash across the rodeo grounds, I placed my hand against the exterior of the vehicle, my head dropping forward as I dragged in heaving lungfuls of air.

“You sure you’re all right, Jett?” Daisy was huffing and puffing just the same as me, but her soothing touch rubbed a path between my shoulder blades.

“I’ll be better in a minute,” I assured her.

Wrenching off my protective vest and unclipping my chaps, I left both discarded on the ground as I opened the passenger-side door of my truck and lifted Daisy in ahead of me.

She let out a squeal of surprise, her neck twisting to peek back at me when I used both hands on her waist to position her on all fours atop the bench seat before sealing us inside the cabin.

With the sounds of the crowd and competition now muted, our harsh breathing was deafening in the small space .

“I can’t wait.” The gravelly words worked their way up my throat.

“I wanted to take my time with you tonight, I swear. But it’s been so long, and these fucking jeans”—I ran my palm over the curve of her ass encased in denim—“have me about damn near ready to lose my mind.” I tossed my hat on the dash before practically begging, “Please tell me I can take you rough and quick to take the edge off, and I promise I’ll make it up to you when we get to the motel. ”

There was just enough light in the darkness that I caught her full body shiver. “Yes. Fuck me hard, Jett.”

My belt buckle was halfway undone before she finished that sentence.

Next, my fly was ripped open, and my hard cock was in hand.

Squeezing the shaft, I groaned, “I could come from just looking at this ass.” With my free hand, I gave it a light slap.

“Tell me how wet you are for me, Daze,” I commanded.