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My gaze lifted to find Daisy leaning against the far wall, both arms crossed over her chest as the look on her face practically dared me to argue with her decision to call in reinforcements—ones I’d told her weren’t necessary.
Penny assessed Tripp, and even though he’d calmed to sniffles, his feet still pounded against the hardwood beneath them.
“His shoes,” the little girl declared.
“What?”
Penny sighed, as if my request for clarification annoyed her. “His shoes hurt.”
Daisy stepped forward, dropped to a knee, and eased the footwear off. Tripp’s toes were curled up inside his socks, and he whimpered as he tried to straighten them. Frowning, my wife lifted the shoe and placed Tripp’s foot atop the sole.
I felt like the biggest asshole on the planet when I saw that the shoe stopped about an inch before his foot. Our boy had been in pain, and I’d had no clue. While at the same time, adamant that we deny him the comfort of the one person who seemed to be able to read him without words.
Much as I hated to admit it, Penny knew Tripp better than any of us—even his parents—and had kinda saved the day.
The next time he needed her, I wouldn’t hesitate to make that call.
Chapter 13
Jett
Age 31
November
Heatlickedupmyspine as I hitched Daisy’s thigh over my hip.
I groaned, “Feels so good,” against her neck, pumping into her slowly, never wanting this to end.
Fuck, I needed this.
“Uh-huh.” Nails dug into my ass, urging me to up my pace. “More, Jett.” Breathless, she added on a whimper, “Please.”
Goddamn, she knew what it did to me to hear her beg.
Pulling my hips back, I surged forward, keeping my strokes even and measured, despite slamming into her with more force. I gritted my teeth against the pure bliss of being buried deep inside her, wanting to stay there forever, but at the same time needing friction to chase the ultimate height of pleasure.
Using one hand, I gripped both of her wrists and held them above her head. The move pushed her breasts out, and her back arched on a gaspwhen I sucked one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, teasing the little bud into a sharp point before biting down.
“I’m so close.” Her hips lifted to meet mine as our bodies crashed together on repeat, her pussy squeezing around my length so tight, it almost felt like it was trying to keep me from retreating after each punishing thrust.
My tongue dragged a path between her breasts to give the other the same attention as the first. Against her skin, I murmured, “Let me feel you come for me, Daze. Make it so I have no choice but to fill you up.”
Her moan turned into a broken cry when my hand wedged between us, my thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit.
“Yes, right there! Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I vowed, my balls drawing tight in warning as I doubled my efforts rubbing that tight bud, desperate to throw her over the cliff before I joined her.
Daisy writhed beneath me, right on the edge.
Blood roared in my ears, muting my hearing, but I heard her sharp gasp.
Expecting her pussy to lock down on me a split second later, signaling her orgasm, I was caught off guard when both of her hands shoved at my shoulders and she hissed, “Jett. Did you hear that?”
My throbbing dick screamed in protest when I stopped moving, putting my pleasure on pause. “Hear what?”
Head lifting, she peeked over my shoulder. “The door. You locked it, right?”
