Page 26 of Before You Can Blink
A man possessed, I pounded into her hard. Each punishing slam shoved her further up the bench, and she had to place her hands on the doorframe to keep her head from crashing into it.
Body curled over top of hers, I placed my lips beside her ear. My pace never slowed as I gritted out darkly, “You fucked up so bad, baby. You gave me a taste of the forbidden, let me feel your sweet pussy with nothing between us, and now I won’t have it any other way. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her sob was muffled with her face pressed to the vinyl seat.
Reaching around her hip, I found her clit, rubbing furiously, racing against my own orgasm as it barreled toward me uncontrollably.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Daisy cried beneath me a split second before her body seized and her silken walls gripped me like a vise, threatening to rip the orgasm out of me right alongside hers.
I wanted to revel in the white-hot pleasure of her spasming pussy forever, but it became impossible to stave off my release. So I pulled out, strokingmy stiff shaft furiously. Fire licked up my spine as long ropes of cum shot onto Daisy’s backside, painting it with the most beautiful art I’d ever seen.
“Jesus Christ,” I huffed out, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
Never in my life had I experienced anything that intense. And I fucking rode broncs for a living, so that was saying something.
That was the moment I realized this girl had the power to completely wreck me, and if I wasn’t careful, I just might let her.
January
I’d been waiting in front of the school for what felt like hours. But that’s how it was when Daisy and I were apart. Every second stretched on endlessly as I counted down until we could be together again.
Going back East was what she did for the holidays, and as an only child to a single parent—though our circumstances were very different—I could respect that she needed that time to reconnect with her father.
That didn’t mean I didn’t miss the hell out of her when she was gone, though. I was practically crawling out of my skin, desperate to see her again after three long weeks. So much so that I couldn’t stand the thought of waiting even one more minute.
So, here I sat, watching as kids poured out through the front doors, some beginning the walk home down the sidewalk while others piled into buses parked around the side of the brick building.
My heart rate kicked up, the anticipation of seeing Daisy again making me lightheaded. She’d want to go home to change, but once we got there, I couldn’t guarantee I would be able to hold back long enough to take her on that long drive in my truck I’d promised her. The woman was a walking temptation—all sweet curves and candy lips—and every time I laid eyes onher, I lost all sense of reason. The only way I found clarity anymore was when I was buried deep inside her.
It was a problem—a huge one—but I gave up trying to fix it a long time ago. Because fixing it meant letting her go, and as much as I knew that was the right thing to do, given that we were headed down very different paths, it made me nauseous to even think about my world without her in it.
Before now, I’d never gotten close enough to any girl to develop any feelings beyond the initial lust. But I already knew that what I shared with Daisy ran deeper. We’d built a strong emotional connection before we added the physical component, and at the back of my brain, I began to wonder if what I was experiencing might be love.
Was I in love with Daisy?
The thought alone was enough to steal my breath away, but at the same time, it didn’t scare me shitless the way it would have a year ago.
A sharp tap on the window made me jump, my hand flying up to my chest as my heart threatened to break free of my ribcage. Then it about damn near exploded when I turned my head to find the most beautiful girl in the world beaming at me through the glass.
Immediately, I wrenched open the door, hopped out, and pulled Daisy into my arms.
Her arms circled my neck, those brilliant blue eyes sparkling as she stared up at me. “Hey, stranger.”
My head dipped to capture her lips, the contact causing a contented sigh to roll through my chest. Having Daisy close brought peace to my chaotic life. How could that not be love?
I might not be ready to say those words out loud, but a desperation to show her stole over me.
My lips dusted over her cheek and down her neck. Against her skin, I murmured, “I know I promised you a drive . . .”
Fingers threaded through my hair, and I groaned, blood rushing south fast enough to make me dizzy.
“I’ll take a rain check on the drive.” Her words came out soft, breathless.
Thank fucking God.
Spinning her around, I hoisted her onto the bench seat before climbing in behind her. Daisy made a move to slide over to the passenger seat, but I looped an arm around her waist, keeping her pressed to my side.
“Where do you think you’re going, darlin’?” I rasped against the shell of her ear.
