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“Then put it in. Please, Jett,” she practically sobbed, back arching so that my tip grazed the slickness between her thighs.
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” I murmured against her soft skin, shifting my stance and slamming home in a single stroke.
Her shrill cry had me clapping my free hand over her mouth. With ruthless precision, I pounded into her, grunting as her inner walls clamped down tight when she finally let go, allowing her orgasm to overtake her. Sparks of white-hot pleasure shot down my spine, making my toes curl.
During these stolen, intimate moments with my wife, the rest of the world faded away—the weight of our responsibilities lifted—and it was as if we were back to being those crazy kids who met by chance one night in a bar.
Unable to hold back a second longer, I pulled out, fisting my cock violently until, with one final tug, my release ripped through me, and long ropes of cum shot wildly down the drain.
Chest heaving, I pressed my forehead to the middle of Daisy’s back as I attempted to catch my breath, black spots dancing across my vision.
“Mama?” The small, groggy voice that came from across the room was enough to have us both straightening.
“Be right there, sweetheart!” Daisy chirped before spinning around to face me.
With her eyes bright and cheeks flushed post-orgasm, I couldn’t help but grip her chin roughly and crash my lips over hers. Her fingers threaded through my damp hair for a split second before she shoved at my shoulders, forcing me back.
“Time’s up.” She patted my chest before stepping out of the shower, covering up with a towel, and slipping from view.
Of course it was. Time was the one thing we were always short on.
Chapter 8
Jett
Age 26
September
“Hey,what’stheETAon the foreman’s house?” Wade asked as we rode across the range to check on the mares that were getting close to foaling.
Using the back of my hand, I wiped the sweat from my brow and twisted my neck around to give my best friend a look that said,Are you fucking kidding me right now?
When he continued to stare at me expectantly, I shook my head in disbelief. “Hell if I know, Wade. Sure as shit ain’t gonna be until I have one up.”
He squirmed in his saddle, tugging on the back of his neck. “Yeah, but you’ve got the cabin.”
I barked out a sarcastic laugh. “You know what? You’re right. I forgot about the luxury accommodations of a one-room dwelling that I share with my wife and child, where it takes all of fifteen paces to get from end to end.”
A flush of pink crept up Wade’s neck. “Right. You’re right. Forget I asked.”
His quick backtrack had me feeling like an asshole. Sure, I was constantly stressed about everything, from the horses to money to keeping my family fed, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on a guy who had done nothing but support me and my family as we worked toward making this ranch profitable someday.
My chest rose with the force of my heavy sigh. “What’s wrong with the bunkhouse?”
With a grimace, he confessed, “Can’t bring my wife to live there.”
“Wife?” I coughed out the word. “Did you say wife?”
He lifted his left hand, and the sun glinted off the band of gold encircling his fourth finger.
I scoffed. “Well, fuck, Wade. Thanks for the invite.” I made no effort to conceal my annoyance that while he’d served as my best man, I hadn’t even been in attendance at his wedding.
“Came together quick,” he admitted.
“What was the damn rush?” I was well aware that I had no room to cast stones, given that my own engagement had only spanned one month.
“Remember that shotgun Old Man Livingston showed me when I started working for him?”
