Page 14 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)

Jett

June

There was a knock on the motel room door, and I gritted my teeth as I rolled out of bed and padded across the room to answer it.

The latch was barely turned before the door swung open, and a vise tightened around my middle, causing me to cry out in agony.

“Jett?” I could barely hear Daisy’s sweet voice over the sharp bursts of air rushing past my flared nostrils as I tried to breathe through the pain.

“What is it? Where does it hurt?” Her tiny hands roamed over my torso, and I sucked in a sharp breath when they skated over my sore ribs.

My shirt was pushed up, cool air rushed over my skin, and my heart fucking broke at the sound of her gasp when she caught sight of the tapestry of blues and purples blossoming across my side and up over my chest.

Peeking up from my battered and bruised body, her eyes were glassy as she whispered, “Oh, baby. What happened? ”

I cupped her cheek, brushing away the first tear that broke free. “Looks worse than it is.”

Daisy’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re not planning to ride hurt like this tonight, are you?”

Lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, I replied, “Ridden through worse.”

“Jett.” Disapproval dripped heavily from the single syllable of my name.

“I’m fine, Daze. Nothing’s broken.” Taking a few steps backward, I sat on the edge of the mattress, trying like hell to hide my grimace when the action pulled on my stiff muscles.

With a heavy exhale, my wife folded both arms over her chest. “All right, tough guy. Lift your left arm all the way over your head without making a peep or a face, and I’ll let you ride tonight.”

The scoff flew past my lips before I could stop it. “You’ll let me?”

Daisy didn’t back down, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. “You heard me.”

“Infuriating woman,” I grumbled under my breath.

“You’re only pissed that I’m right.” The sass in her tone had me itching to put her over my knee, but it wouldn’t do much to curb her attitude since we’d discovered that was something she very much liked.

The tapping of her foot on the paper-thin carpet grated on my pain-soaked nerves. “You fixin’ to prove me wrong or what?”

Fingers flexing on my jeans-clad knee, I lifted my left arm, but before my bicep became parallel with the ground, a whimper escaped past my tightly sealed lips.

Daisy hummed. “That’s what I thought. I’m telling Layla to pull you.”

Before I could utter a word of protest, she was out the door.

Lying back on the bed, I blew out a heavy breath as my eyes slid shut.

Fuck .

Injuries not only cost me potential winnings—impacting my spot on the season leaderboard—but they put me in a hole. There was no way to recoup the entry fees and motel room expenses if I didn’t compete. That money was just gone with nothing to show for it.

The bed dipped beside me, and fingers raked a soothing path through my hair. “I know you’re mad at me, but I’ve missed you.”

I captured Daisy’s wrist, dragging her hand over my face so I could kiss her palm. “I’m not angry, Daze, especially not with you. I just hate being sidelined, and you happen to be the only one here to witness my frustration.”

“I know that you’re a competitor, and you’re used to pushing your body to the absolute limit, but it scares me to think that if I hadn’t shown up when I did, you would have gotten on the back of a horse hurt like this.”

A chuckle broke free from my chest. “Don’t worry, darlin’. If there’s anyone who can match my level of stubbornness, it’s Layla. After the last time I ignored her when she demanded I withdraw from competition, I wouldn’t put it past her to lock me inside this room to stop me.”

“Do you know what she said to me when I told her to pull you?”

My head turned to the side so I could see her pretty face. Fuck, almost three months apart between the time I hit the road in March and when school let out for the summer in June was too damn long.

“What’s that?”

A smile tugged up the corners of her lips. “That she did it yesterday.”

“’Course she did.” I barely managed to keep from rolling my eyes.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Her palm skated over the stubble lining my jaw.

I grunted. “Horse threw me.”

“Well, color me shocked. A bronc rider losing his seat? Will wonders never cease?” Though she was sweet as sugar ninety percent of the time, every once in a while, the girl I married let the ten percent of her that was spice rise to the surface.

“Yes, well. Usually that means I land my ass in the dirt, no harm, no foul. But caught an unlucky break and was sent sideways into the gate.”

Daisy’s sharp inhale hissed through her teeth. “Lord, Jett.”

“I’ll be right as rain in a couple of days, you’ll see.”

The resulting hum told me she wasn’t overly convinced.

“Now that you’re here, I’m already feeling so much better, baby.” I brought her hand to rest over my fly, where my cock had already begun to thicken.

“Jett,” she drew my name out in warning even as her fingers flexed around my hard length. “You need to take it easy.”

I groaned when she began to stroke me through the fabric of my jeans. “Eighty-nine days, Daze. That’s how long it’s been since the last time I was inside you. Feels like an eternity. I won’t last another day.”

Warm lips found the side of my neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never,” I rasped, my palm gripping a fistful of her ass and squeezing until she began to grind against the side of my thigh.

She shoved my shirt up my chest, gently easing my arms through the holes before removing it. Climbing off the bed, she pulled at my boots. Her brows drew down as she tugged with all her might, trying to dislodge the leather that was perfectly molded to my foot.

My heel slipped free without warning, and a squeal preceded a thud as Daisy disappeared from view.

“Daze!” I sat up to check on her, my injuries forgotten until a flash of fire seared through my side, and I clutched at it, gritting out a low curse under my breath. “Shit.”

The girl I loved was sprawled out on the floor, eyes trained on the ceiling. “It’s not the sexiest thing having to undress you like a child. ”

I bit back a laugh. “Honey, I’m gonna tell you right now, you could read the telephone book to me line by line and I’d still get hard.”

“Shut up. No, you wouldn’t,” she huffed.

“Swear to God.” I made a crossing gesture over my heart.

That got the corner of her lips to twitch, and she shoved off the ground to kneel between my spread thighs.

I ran a hand through her long brown hair as I stared down at her in awe, wondering how in the hell I’d managed to snag such an incredible woman for my wife.

Over a year of marriage later, I still couldn’t believe she was truly mine.

It felt like a dream—one I never wanted to wake up from.

“You bring your toys?”

Pink crept up her neck to settle on her cheeks. Lashes fluttering, she averted her gaze, whispering, “Yes.”

I tipped her chin up, wanting her to see the raw hunger I felt for her etched on my face. “Be a good girl and go get the one that fits around my cock.”

Heat flared in her brilliant blue eyes, and she scrambled across the room to unzip her suitcase and retrieve the requested item.

While she did that, I unfastened my belt buckle and dragged down my fly, before shimmying my hips to ease my jeans down my thighs and kick them aside.

My briefs were discarded by the time Daisy returned to where I lay flat on the mattress, stroking my cock lazily.

She handed me the silicone ring, and I slid it down my shaft before pressing the button to turn on the vibrations. A hum got caught in the back of my throat as the electronic pulses settled so deep in my balls that my toes curled.

“Better hurry up and hop on, sweetheart, before I spill into my hand. This feels so fucking good. ”

Daisy slipped her tank top over her head and undid the back clasp of her bra, allowing her mouthwateringly full breasts to tumble free.

A groan rumbled through my chest. God, I would kill to have one of those in my mouth right now.

Next went her skirt and panties, leaving her bare, every perfect inch of skin on full display.

I extended my free hand toward her, curling my fingers in a come-hither motion. “Need you, Daze. I’ve waited so long.”

My stunning wife climbed onto the bed, hitching one thigh over my lap so that she was straddling me. With her pussy poised above my waiting cock, I could feel the heat radiating from her core, and I wanted nothing more than to dive straight into that blistering inferno—my own personal nirvana.

Skating my palms up her silky-smooth thighs, I gripped her hips, tugging them down until my tip was notched at her entrance.

Heavy lidded blue eyes stared back at me, her lip caught between her teeth as Daisy dropped her weight, impaling herself on my cock until her lush ass came to rest on my thighs.

“Fuck yes.” My eyes slid closed, pure bliss streaking through my bloodstream.

Daisy’s moan reached my ears as her hips gave a tentative first rock, the vibrating cock ring nestled right against her clit now that our bodies were connected.

Fingers digging into her curves, I helped guide her movements, as I forced my heavy eyelids to raise, not wanting to miss a single minute of my beautiful girl taking charge of her own pleasure.

“Ride me, baby,” I rasped.

Husky laughter fell from her lips as her hands came up to cup her breasts. “Think you’ll last longer than eight seconds if I do? ”

A sharp crack filled the air, my palm stinging as it connected with her ass. “Keep it up, Daze. I know just how to silence that smart mouth.”

Eyes sparkling, she smirked down at me, “Not quite the punishment you think it is.”

The mental picture of Daisy on her knees, my hand fisted in her hair as I fucked her face, nearly had me coming on the spot. “Goddamn, you’ll be the death of me yet, woman.”

“Mmm. I could think of worse ways to die.” With that, her hips began to buck in earnest, and I was wholly at her mercy.

A flush of pink bloomed over her pale skin, her moans rising in pitch and volume as she moved faster.

The first warning ripples of her pussy around my shaft had me gritting my teeth as fire licked down my spine, causing my balls to tighten.

I was about to explode, but I refused to let that happen before she got off.

That was my hard limit. She always came first. No exceptions.

Out of options with my self-control hanging on by a thread, I used my grip on her hips to halt her movements before holding her down so that she couldn’t escape the vibrations.

Her unfocused eyes found my face. “Jett,” she moaned, breathless.

“I know, Daze,” I forced out, jaw clenched tight. “Need you to come. Right now. I can’t wait.”

With her head tipped head back, a throaty cry echoed throughout the room as her silken walls clamped down around my cock.

Her gorgeous body shuddered atop me, the visible tremors of her orgasm sent me over the edge, and before I knew it, my release ripped through me with the force of a hurricane.

Black spots danced across my vision, and it took all my effort not to pass out from the blinding pleasure, as the breath stalled in my lungs.

The squirming woman seated on my pulsing cock milked me dry, and that’s when it hit me .

Fuck.

“Daze,” I croaked out, my windpipe closing up as panic carved a cold path down my spine.

Her hips slowed their rhythmic motion, and she collapsed beside me. “Hmm?”

This was my own damn fault. Usually, I was able-bodied enough to flip her over before I reached the point of no return, but my injured ribs had kept me from manhandling her the way I liked, giving her complete control.

Even still, I could have warned her. But I got so caught up in how incredible it felt to have her wrapped around me—so tight I saw stars—that I made a grave error.

One I wasn’t sure we could come back from.

“I, um—” I swallowed, licking my lips. “I came inside you.”

“Oh.” The word came out on a soft exhale. After a long pause, during which my entire life flashed before my eyes, she said, “It’s okay.”

I was more than a little ashamed to say that I’d brushed off the conversation about having kids any time my wife brought it up.

The selfish ass I was knew our interests didn’t align on that front, but that hadn’t stopped me from begging her to marry me anyway, praying that she wouldn’t grow to resent me when I didn’t give her babies—something I knew she wanted desperately.

It was a good thing I trusted this woman with my life, because a more cynical man might have begun to think she’d done this on purpose to force my hand. But Daisy would never. Her heart was too pure; she didn’t have a manipulating or scheming bone in her body.

“Jett.”

Fingers brushed sweaty strands of hair away from my temple, and sucking in a deep breath, I turned to face my wife.

Nothing but sincerity shone in her eyes when she explained, “It’s okay because I finished my period two days ago. That means I’m more than a week away from the point where you coming inside me would be cause for concern.”

There wasn’t much choice but to believe her, considering I didn’t know much about the female reproductive cycle.

Growing up, it had been beaten into us boys that if we had unprotected sex, we would get a girl pregnant. So, of course, that’s where my mind went the minute I realized I didn’t get the chance to pull out, which was something I’d never failed to do before.

Daisy’s brows drew down, causing a wrinkle to form between them, as she gauged my reaction.

I quickly reached up to smooth it away with my thumb before hauling her closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She let out a contented sigh, melting into my side, and for the first time in eighty-nine days, a calm settled over my soul.

This girl was all I’d ever need.