Page 23 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)

My heart twisted inside my chest at the anguish in her voice.

“Of course I don’t want to. But after what happened today .

. .” I swallowed, my voice growing thick.

“I can’t give you the life you deserve. At least right now.

I should have never dragged you into this.

It’s not the best place for you or for Aspen. ”

Daisy gave a firm shake of her head. “The best place for us is with you . ”

I hung my head. “How can you possibly think that? I’ve failed you, failed our daughter.”

Suddenly, she was standing between my legs where I sat on the edge of the bed.

Cupping my cheeks, she lifted my face. “Jett Sullivan, you listen, and you listen good. You haven’t failed anyone.

It might feel like that right now because you’ve decided to take the path less traveled, and there are a lot of days when it’s hard.

” She exhaled. “Really hard. But one day, all of this will become a distant memory, and we’ll be able to look back on the sacrifices made and be proud of what we’ve built not only for us but for future generations of Sullivans. ”

My eyes slammed shut. “Daze, I need to do right by you.”

“You’re already doing that. We have a roof over our heads, food in our bellies, and most importantly, we have your love. So, unless you plan to carry the two of us kicking and screaming off this ranch, we’re not leaving.”

A heavy sigh rattled my chest. “Why do I have the feeling you’re not joking about that last part?”

Warm lips pressed to mine. “Because I’m not. Our family is stronger together, and you won’t convince me otherwise.”

I let out a huff of laughter. “Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?”

Daisy’s arms wrapped around my neck as she settled onto my lap. “Yes, but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.”

“I love you, Daze. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Burying my face in her neck, I held on to this incredible woman who had become my anchor for dear life. And I couldn’t help but wonder what I ever did to deserve her unwavering devotion .

November

“Hey there, cowboy.”

The playful lilt to my wife’s voice told me she was up to no good, but my knees about damn near buckled when I spun around to find her dressed in those same tight jeans that had caused me to lose my mind all those years ago.

The rest of her outfit didn’t register because my eyes were firmly fixed on the pale denim hugging her curves.

With my cock swelling to life behind my fly, my fingers flexed as I imagined them digging into the soft flesh of her wide hips.

I propped a shoulder against the wall of the tack room set inside the barn, and folded both arms over my chest. “Whatcha doin’ out here, darlin’?”

She sauntered closer, the exaggerated sway of her hips so mesmerizing I nearly jumped out of my skin when her hands landed on my chest.

Peeking up at me through thick black lashes, Daisy licked her lips. “Was thinking I’m overdue for a ride.” Her sultry tone made it clear she didn’t mean on horseback.

I swallowed roughly. “That so?”

“Mm-hmm,” she purred.

It had been months since we’d had sex. Too often, I dragged my ass home well past dark, only to find my wife already curled up in bed.

That wouldn’t have stopped younger Jett from waking her up with his face between her thighs, but I was so bone-tired from a long day of manual labor that I passed out before my head hit the pillow.

Then, before I knew it, it was morning again, and Daisy was rushing to get Aspen ready so she could drop her off at my ma’s before heading to school.

That sparked something in my lust-soaked brain .

“Where’s Aspen?” After the burn incident, Daisy watched that girl like a hawk.

“Your mama’s keeping her tonight.”

A whole night alone with my wife? Oh, hell yes.

My hands landed on that lush ass, crushing Daisy to me.

That little vixen’s hips shifted restlessly, creating maddening friction against my borderline painful erection.

As desperate as I was to be inside her, our intimate moments were often rushed, and a voice in the back of my brain told me to slow down and savor her because God only knew when I’d get another chance.

Dipping down, I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, relishing the sound of her loud moan.

Damn, I’d missed her sounds something fierce.

“Jett, I need you,” she panted.

One palm smoothed over her backside to tease the seam running between her thighs, putting firm pressure where I knew she was throbbing for me.

“Are you wet for me, Daze?”

Her ragged breathing fanned my cheek. “Yes.”

I hummed. “It’s been too long since I’ve stuffed that tight pussy of yours. Gonna need you dripping or else I’m afraid I won’t fit.”

“I can take it. Please.”

She knew I loved to hear her beg. And usually that would be enough to tempt me into abandoning my plans to draw this out.

But I couldn’t ignore the craving to push my wife to the limit, to watch her fall apart so many times that I lost count, and she became a whimpering, blissed-out, overstimulated mess.

“Liar,” I practically snarled, my primal side taking over .

Without warning, I lifted Daisy into my arms and walked us across the tiny room, only to drop her roughly on the workbench built into the wall.

My hands tore at the fastenings of her fly, wrenching the fabric down her thighs, and I growled in frustration when it got caught up on her boots. Those hit the floor with a dull thud, and I finally managed to rid her body of that hypnotizing denim.

I almost felt bad for shredding her panties, knowing we couldn’t afford to replace them, but I was too far gone to care.

Not needing to stay quiet for the first time in over a year, I let out a lewd groan when I parted her thighs to peek at the treasure hidden between them. “Damn, baby, you weren’t kidding.” I ran a fingertip through her slick seam, pausing to rub a teasing circle over her clit. “You’re drenched.”

Her hands fisted the fabric of my shirt, hauling me closer to work the buttons. Though the task became increasingly difficult when I pushed two fingers deep inside her and began pumping, stealing her focus.

There was a dull thud when her head dropped back against the wall, and her eyes slid shut. “So good. Give me more.”

Dropping to my knees, I gave her exactly that. My tongue swiped through her slick flesh, and when her sweet flavor burst across my tastebuds, I ate at her like a man who’d been starved. It had been so long since we’d been granted the luxury of time to enjoy foreplay.

“God, I missed this.” The words came out muffled, my lips unwilling to leave their position in paradise.

My hat was knocked from my head and fingers gripped the strands of my hair, forcing me even deeper into her open pussy, if that was even possible. “Less talking.”

Yes, ma’am.

Fingers continuing to pump, with an emphasis on that front wall, I swiped my tongue lazily through her slit. Her mound crashed into my nose repeatedly as her hips lifted, trying to find that perfect combination that would throw her over.

Her breathless whines from above told me she was close, the kind of close that usually required the help of a toy to get her past the finish line. But we didn’t have one out here, so I’d have to give her my best imitation and pray that it was enough to do the trick.

Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked furiously against that hidden pearl designed to bring her pleasure.

Daisy pulled my hair so hard my scalp screamed in painful protest, and she cried out. “Yes, right there! Don’t stop!”

As if that was even an option.

I doubled my efforts, increasing the pace of my fingers to slam into her so forcefully that her body jolted with each thrust. Then I pulled her clit between my lips and tugged gently with my teeth.

My wife’s ass levitated off the workbench as she screamed through her release, the thighs pressed tight to my ears muting the sound. Pride surged in my veins, urging me to keep going, even when weak hands tried to push me away.

No, if I could coax one orgasm out of her this way, it would be even easier to steal another.

Her arousal dripped down my chin, threatening to drown me, but I couldn’t stop.

Not when I could feel her trembling body beginning to tense, right on the edge.

Back bowing, her sweaty form grew taut for a second time, and guttural groans spilled from Daisy’s lips, followed by broken sobs as she begged for mercy.

My smirk was automatic, knowing I’d gotten my begging, just not in the way she expected.

Sated, Daisy slumped bonelessly against the wall at her back.

“Nuh-uh,” I chided, clicking my tongue. “Not done with you yet. ”

My girl was the equivalent of a rag doll as I removed her sweater and unclasped her bra, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing at my feet. The only indication she hadn’t passed out on me was the throaty moan that sounded when I sucked one of her peaked nipples into my mouth.

As I wrestled with my belt buckle, the insistent throbbing of my cock grew so unbearable that I barely managed to unzip my fly and shove my pants over my ass before I was inside her.

Daisy’s blue eyes sprang open at the sudden fullness, and I groaned at the feeling of her walls rippling around me so tight it made it hard to breathe.

The height of the bench wasn’t ideal, so I scooped her up and spun us around so that I could pin her against the opposite wall. Hands anchored on her hips, I began to pound into her, the angle perfect to have me rubbing against her clit with every smooth stroke.

“Give me one more,” I gritted out, jaw clenched. The grip on my self-control was slipping fast.

Teeth descending onto her lower lip, my wife shook her head. “Too much.”

“Not enough,” I all but growled.

Using the wall for leverage, I anchored my hold on her hips, slamming her down with so much force a broken scream tore its way up her throat and floated toward the high ceiling.

“That’s it. Come on, Daze.”