Page 73 of Before You Can Blink
Breath stalling in my lungs, I fought against the haze of lust, trying to recall if I had, in fact, turned the lock.
“Yeah.” The word was said with more confidence than I felt. Honestly, it was a fifty-fifty shot, seeing as my brain had short-circuited when I enteredthe room to find my wife stripping her dress off, and I made my move before she could even think about putting on her pajamas.
Together, we strained our ears for any sign that one of the kids might be at the door. When we heard nothing but silence, I breathed a sigh of relief, dropping my forehead to Daisy’s, and got right back to business.
Maneuvering her legs to rest atop my shoulders, I pressed down with my body weight, folding her in half as I deepened the angle. The throaty groan that sounded in reply told me this was exactly what she needed. Shallow thrusts had my cock rubbing just right, both inside and out. The tendons in her neck stood out as she gritted her teeth, grunting against the intense pleasure.
Each sharp snap of my hips had sparks of electricity coursing through my veins, and bright lights threatening to burst behind my sealed eyelids. Sweat dripped off me as I kept up the ruthless rhythm.
Then came the rattling of the doorknob.
Fuck.
Bottoming out, I rotated my hips, slowing things down again. Voice husky and low, I commanded, “Keep quiet. Maybe they’ll give up and go away.”
Daisy opened her mouth to protest, so I slammed a hand over it, and her pupils blew wide. The vibrations of her stifled moan tickled my palm, so I kept going, working her over and grinding against her needy little clit with each shallow thrust.
“Mama!”
Noooooooooo.
Four years we’d waited to hear that kid utter a single word, and now he chanted his favorite one on repeat, in time with the dull thuds reverberating through the wood.
“Mama! Mama! Mama!”
“Ignore him,” I begged, but Daisy’s legs had already fallen away from my shoulders.
Groaning, I rolled off her, tossing an arm over my eyes. The mattress dipped before a blanket was thrown over my naked body. Then, the sound of rustling fabric had me peeking to find Daisy pulling on her robe and knotting the tie around her waist before she shuffled to the door, wrenching it open.
“Mama!” Tripp’s arms banded around Daisy’s knees.
She bent down to lift him up, her voice sweet as sugar. “What are you doing up, mister?”
Cockblocking. That’s what.
He sniffled. “Monster.”
I suppressed a snort; my own one-eyed monster was currently at full mast and saluting the ceiling.
“Oh, no,” Daisy cooed. “You wanna come lie down with me for a while?”
My head lifted. She wasn’t fucking serious right now, was she?
“Daze . . .” Her name came out as a warning.
She sighed, sympathy shining in her blue eyes. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
A retort of “Oh yeah, when?” sat on the tip of my tongue, but didn’t make it past my lips because I had a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer.
Might be time to invest in a headstone for our sex life because it was dead and buried.
March
Walking through the front door, I was surprised to find three children coloring at the coffee table instead of the usual two.
Aspen lifted her head, exclaiming, “Guess what, Daddy? Bex is sleeping over tonight!”
At the mention of her name, Bex Crawford, who had grown close with Aspen at school, peeked up shyly. “Hi, Mr. Sullivan.”
