Page 36 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)

Jett

October

Crossing both arms over my chest, I leaned against the support beam that separated the kitchen from the living room. “I sure hope your chores are done if you’re sitting in front of that television.”

The guilty expression on Tripp’s face when his head whipped around was all the answer I needed.

“That’s what I thought.”

My eyes slid to Penny, seated beside him.

I didn’t need to ask to know she hadn’t gotten hers done.

Wade had let that girl run free—too free—for far too long, and now she was wild as they come, untamable even.

And of course, my son was all too happy to cover for her anytime she found herself in a tight spot, so without consequences for her actions, there was no incentive for her to behave.

Whatever man ended up with her was in for a rough ride.

“You know the rules, Tripp. Chores before leisure time. ”

“But, Dad.” He gestured toward the football game on the TV. “Oklahoma’s playing Texas.”

“That’s nice. Get moving.” I jerked my head toward the back door.

“Come on. Don’t you wanna watch?” The kid was pressing his luck, continuing to argue instead of following a direct order.

“’Course, but there’s work to be done, so I can’t.”

Hope lit up his blue eyes. “Sure you can! You’re the boss.”

“It’s because I’m the boss that I can’t, son.”

The teenage boy practically pouted. “But that’s not fair!”

Spoiler alert: life’s not fair, kid. Get used to it now.

My patience was wearing thin. “No, what’s not fair would be asking my men to pick up the slack because I took time off in the middle of the afternoon to watch a football game.”

Sighing dramatically, Penny unfolded her legs to place both feet on the floor. “Come on, Tripp. Maybe if I help you, we can make it back inside to catch the fourth quarter.”

This might be my land, but I wasn’t about to parent Wade’s daughter by pointing out that she had her own chores to attend to.

Her total disregard for rules and responsibilities was my best friend’s problem.

My focus had to remain on Tripp and making sure he was prepared to take over this ranch someday, and that wouldn’t happen if I allowed him to skip out on chores when the timing didn’t suit him.

“Jett!” Daisy’s voice called from deeper within the house. “Can you come take a look at the dryer? It’s acting funny.”

I swear, it was always something.

“Yeah, be there in a minute!” I hollered back, before shooting a pointed look toward Tripp. “Don’t think I won’t be checking on you once I’m done helping your mama. ”

“Yes, sir.” The words were grumbled under his breath as he and Penny shuffled out the front door.

Turning on my heel, I made my way to the laundry room where Daisy was waiting, hands on her hips, a frown marring her pretty face.

“What seems to be the trouble?” I joined her inside the small space.

The second I crossed the threshold, she shoved me against the door so hard that it slammed shut with a sharp crack.

Then she was on me.

Her tongue pushed inside my mouth as both hands slid down my chest, coming to rest on my belt buckle, frantically working to unlatch it.

“W-what are you doing?” The words came out strangled as she dropped to her knees.

My fly was wrenched open, and my hard cock—that had clearly gotten the message my brain still struggled to receive—sprang free.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Licking her lips, she peeked up at me through thick black lashes.

Voice gone gravel, I rasped, “It’s the middle of the day, Daze.”

She flashed me a wicked grin before swallowing my cock and humming her response. “Mm-hmm.”

“Fuck.” My head dropped back against the door at my back as white-hot pleasure surged in my veins.

Daisy sucked me deeper before pulling back to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head.

The move had me gritting my teeth and clenching every muscle I had to keep from coming on the spot.

I couldn’t remember the last time my wife gave me a blow job, and I’d be damned if I let it end too soon because I couldn’t keep a firm grip on my self-control.

Forcing my eyes open, I stared down at the goddess on her knees for me. Skin flushed, eyes bright, and cheeks hollowed, she was an absolute vision .

“Daze,” I rasped, tangling my hands in her hair. “Goddamn, you’re such a naughty girl, luring me in here to suck my cock.”

Her throat worked on a swallow, rippling around my length, and I was forced to grip the door handle behind me to keep upright.

“Were you thirsty, baby?” I tugged on her long brown tresses by the roots, giving her no option but to meet my eye.

Tears streaked down her face, and she gave the tiniest nod. Each heave of her chest had her breasts brushing against my legs, and it didn’t escape my notice how her hips shifted restlessly.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded.

A whimper sounded, and with one hand anchored on the base of my dick, the other rucked the fabric of her skirt high enough that she could reach between her thighs. I felt it the moment her fingers made contact, her pleasure vibrating through her lips to settle in my balls.

With my climax looming, I wasn’t going to last much longer. Holding her steady, I began to rock into her hot little mouth, taking my pleasure. Sparks skittered down my spine in time with her moans, each one threatening to ignite the fuse that would set off the explosion.

Then the sexy little vixen I married gave a firm tug on my balls, and I was done for.

Grunting, I buried myself as far as I could go before my cock swelled and I unleashed down her throat, the waves of pure ecstasy seemingly unending as stars burst behind my tightly sealed eyelids.

Breathless, I withdrew, panting out, “That was . . . unexpected.”

Her sultry laughter had my softening cock twitching. “Good unexpected, I hope.”

I huffed. “Are you kidding? I’m just trying to figure out what I did to deserve it. ”

Palms slipped up my thighs and over my chest as she stood. “Honestly? I got all hot thinking about getting you off where anyone could hear us.”

My eyes widened. “Did you want someone to hear us?”

“No. But I liked the idea of sneaking around. Made it more exciting, don’t you think?”

I let out a husky chuckle. “Honey, it’s exciting any time I’m able to have an intimate moment with you. But if the danger of getting caught is what turns you on, I will happily make myself available for your use any time, day or night.”

Her cheeks grew an even deeper shade of pink. “Really?”

How was that even a question after all the years sex had taken a backseat to all our other responsibilities?

“Oh, hell yes, Daze.” Gripping her chin, I hauled her in for a bruising kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “Now give me your panties.”

“What?” Daisy pulled out of my hold, stumbling back a step.

I snapped my fingers. “Panties. Now.”

“B-b-but.” The protest died on her lips when I arched an eyebrow, challenging her to continue arguing.

Stepping closer, I licked a path up her neck until my mouth came to rest beside her ear.

“I’m only giving you the thrill you’re after, baby.

Now peel those panties down your thighs and try not to think too hard about how, at any given moment, I can sneak up behind you, flip up your skirt, and bury myself deep inside that tight wet cunt of yours. ”

She fisted the fabric of my shirt, her sharp gasp splitting the air. She might’ve started this little game, but I came to play. My days of competing might be behind me, but my drive to win had never dulled. Not even after all these years.

“I’m waiting.” My palm came down on her ass .

With shaky fingers, she did as I asked. When she handed over the damp scrap of cotton, I brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal clung to the fibers, and I groaned.

Memories of how much fun we’d used to have together—how hot and frequent the sex had been before life got in the way—came rushing back to the surface. I was more than ready to stoke the embers of our forgotten intimacy into a roaring inferno that burned down everything around us.

Wouldn’t be a half bad way to go.