CHAPTER 48 #2
My mouth closes around one pert nipple, my tongue flicking over the cool bar as I bring my other hand between us and draw small circles over her clit.
Daisy moans, her back arching off the couch as I tease her with my mouth and my fingers. Her hips buck as she seeks out her pleasure like the greedy girl she is.
I’ve always loved that Daisy isn’t shy in the bedroom. She knows exactly what she wants and she’s not afraid to ask for it.
I continue to play with her clit, using my thumb to put pressure on the sensitive bud as I slide two fingers into her and hook them upwards.
“Oh fuck,” Daisy cries, her eyes rolling as she rides my fingers.
I watch with hooded lids as sweat rolls between her tits, her stomach clenches, and her legs begin to shake as her orgasm takes hold. She goes screeching over the edge, her body convulsing as her walls tighten around my fingers, pulling them deeper.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck,” she chants, her head thrown back, lips parted.
It’s a fucking sight to behold.
Her pussy is still spasming when I remove my fingers, pull down my sweats and push into her with one hard thrust.
“Yes,” Daisy hisses, her fingers wrapping around my bicep, nails digging into my skin.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you, Mrs Ashby,” I say through gritted teeth as I snap my hips back before bottoming out.
The couch shifts beneath us from the force of my thrusts, but I don’t slow down. I run a hand under Daisy’s body, gripping her at her lower back and lifting her slightly.
She releases her hold on me, moving her hands above her head to the arm of the couch. She flattens them there, pushing against it as I push into her, meeting me thrust for thrust.
I’m wild with need. My body is on fire as I look down on her from above, my eyes moving to the spot between her legs where we meet.
“Look at that, angel. You take me so fucking well,” I groan, watching as I slide in and out of her tight centre, her juices covering me.
Daisy’s eyes are on me, her expression hungry as she watches me. “You gonna come for me, angel?”
“Yes,” she moans, her mouth falling open on a silent scream as I press my thumb against her clit and my other hand against her lower abdomen at the same time as I slam into her.
My balls draw up, my spine tingles and the telltale feeling of euphoria travels the length of my cock as it swells inside of her. “I’m right there, Dais. You with me?”
She nods, her eyes dark and crazed as her body tenses, her head falls back and her pussy contracts around me.
“Fuck,” I shout as my own pleasure takes over, the orgasm swallowing me whole as my hips still and I spill my release inside her.
My arms give out, and I collapse on top of her, both of our skin slick with sweat as we pant in rhythm with each other.
Daisy’s nails trail up and down my back, sending a shiver up my spine, as we come down from our high together and her breath is warm against my ear as she whispers, “I love you, Killian.”
“I love you, too, angel.”
CHAPTER 48
DAISY
Iwatch Killian pace the porch from my perch on one of the Adirondack chairs. His hands are tucked into his pockets, his Ariat’s dragging against the wooden boards beneath them as he spins on his heel and retraces the invisible path he has taken over and over for the last ten minutes.
My knee bounces up and down, my own nerves awry as we wait for Amelia and Roman to return.
The last three weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions.
After Noah informed us of what his parents planned to do, it was like some of the weight that Killian had been carrying was lifted.
But in the days and weeks that followed the night Jaxon and Juliet were taken from their home and placed in the system; a lot has happened.
We quickly learned that although Amelia and Roman had all the paperwork and licenses needed to take the two children in, it wasn’t quite as easy as that.
There were many assessments that needed to be carried out. Home visits that needed to be made in order to ensure the safety of Jax and Juliet.
I think Killian and I had unrealistic expectations when it came to the process of fostering a child.
We felt that immediate sense of relief because we had this idea in our minds that within a day or two, they would be on the ranch, safe and surrounded by people we trust to take care of them. We were quickly proven wrong.
Amelia and Roman assured us that it was normal for these checks to take place and that if they hadn’t already had their fostering license, it would have taken a lot longer than a few weeks.
After our brief discussion on the couch the night we put our wedding rings back on about adopting the siblings, Killian and I have spoken more in depth about it.
We’ve acknowledged that it’s going to be a long process.
That there may be obstacles we have to face when taking on two children with such significant trauma, but the two of us agreed that it’s something we’re prepared to face together.
We started the adoption process two days later, but of course, there is a long road ahead of us before we can officially adopt Jax and Juliet.
Killian’s dream as a seventeen-year-old boy was to have a family that he could provide for in the way he lacked as a child.
To break the toxic cycle he could have easily fallen into by following the footsteps of his parents.
His dream was to raise his children how him and his sister should have been raised.
And for many years, I thought that was something I couldn’t give him. I was so caught up in that insecurity and the grief of losing that opportunity, that I didn’t even consider adopting as an option.
The moment he admitted to me that he wanted both of them, it hit me like a lightening strike to the heart. That although I was incapable of giving him children of his own, there were other ways we could become parents and have a family.
It was foolish of me to think that Killian would give up on the idea of us just because I couldn’t have kids.
I let my own selfish shit consume me and destroy the relationship and future we were building together.
It was because of that, that so many years were wasted, but as I sit here now, on the porch of the main house at The Calloway Ranch, I realise that every wrong decision made in the last four years, is what led us here, to this moment.
If we hadn’t gone through everything we went through, Killian might not have met Jax. He may not have been on the street that day a young boy decided to look to a complete stranger for help. We might not have been there for him and Juliet on the night their mother selfishly took her own life.
Savannah once told me that sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives, put us on the path to the best thing that will ever happen to us.
Now I understand it.
The sound of tyres crunching over gravel pulls me out of my thoughts as Killian rushes down the steps towards Amelia and Roman’s car.
Roman has barely even put the car in park before my over-protective husband is pulling the back door open and helping Jax and Juliet climb out.
Their eyes are wide with awe as they take in their surroundings and I remain at the top of the porch steps, allowing them a moment to adjust to their new, but temporary home.
A smile tugs at my lips as I watch Jaxon’s mouth drop open slightly when a ranch hand approaches on horseback and addresses Roman. He watches the interaction in utter disbelief the entire time, while Juliet hides behind Killian’s leg from the large animal in front of her.
The way she so easily chose Killian as her place of safety warms my chest and his eyes flick over to me, the shock and emotion of that realisation shining brightly in his grey-blue pools.
I descend the steps slowly, not breaking eye contact with my husband as he places a hand atop Juliets head to offer her some comfort.
She looks up at him, her lips moving with words I can’t hear and Killian crouches down to her height as he responds to her with a gentle smile.
He points a finger in my direction and for the first time since they arrived, both children’s eyes land on me.
Juliets fear of the thousand-pound animal quickly vanishes as her face stretches into a wide smile and she takes off running toward me.
“Miss Daisy,” she squeals, and a surprised laugh bursts from my chest as she barrels into me, her arms wrapping around my legs in a crushing hug.
“Hey, little one,” I say, bending at the waist to return her hug.
“I missed you,” Juliet says against me and the three little words spoken in her soft voice cause a knot of emotion to wedge itself in my throat.
Because of Killian’s connection to Jax, we’ve been allowed to visit them twice a week in a professional setting.
In the six visits we’ve had over the past three weeks, I’ve built a bond with the little girl currently wrapped around me.
At just three-years-old, she’s resilient as hell.
And I’ve quickly come to learn that she has one of the biggest hearts despite the trauma she has lived through in her short life.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper back.
A familiar pair of sneakers appear in my field of vision and I straighten, finding Jax standing before us, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watches the interaction between the two of us.
His eyes, much like they have been since that night, are rimmed with dark circles and hollow, making his face appear pale. His shoulders droop under the weight of things he’s yet to speak about.
He just looks so fucking sad.
I’ve come to know a lot more about Jax in our visitations.
He dropped out of high school over a year ago to take care of Juliet, giving up his education and future college opportunities to take on the role of a parent.
He’s fiercely protective of his sister and would go to any length to make sure she is safe, loved and looked after, even if it means sacrificing himself and his happiness in the process.
But underneath all of that, he’s just a boy. A sweet, loving boy that has faced more hardships in his sixteen years than most do in the entirety of their lives.
He has no idea what it feels like to be loved. To be wanted. And when he pulled me to one side in one of our visit and begged me to take his sister home with us, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I would spend every day showing him that he is wanted, and he is loved. That they both are.
Killian steps up beside me, regaining Juliets attention and when she finally peels herself off my legs, opting to be held in Killian’s arms instead, I step toward the broken boy. He stiffens as I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against my chest.
His arms remain lax at his side for a few seconds before I feel every muscle in his body release on a whoosh of breath and he returns my embrace.
My chin trembles as Jaxon’s body begins to shake in my arms, loud, heart-wrenching sobs tearing from his chest as I hold him tighter.
“It’s okay,” I mutter quietly for only him to hear. “You’re gonna be okay here.”
“Why can’t we be with you guys?” He whispers brokenly against me and my heart cracks in my chest.
I wish more than anything I could take them both home with me right now. I want to wrap them in bubble-wrap and keep them safe and close by until all the bad shit leaves their mind. But I can’t do that. At least, not yet.
I pull back, looking him in the eyes. “We’re working on it. But you’ve got to stay here for a while. We trust Amelia and Roman, and I’ll be here every day for work, so I can see you guys every day.”
Jaxon looks at Amelia and Roman over his shoulder, his bottom lip still wobbling as he pulls it between his teeth. He turns back to me. “You really trust them?”
I give him a firm nod. “With my whole heart.”
He looks at his sister, who is nestled in Killian’s arms, her head resting against his chest as he sways side to side. With a deep intake of breath, he focuses back on me and dips his head. “Okay.”
Killian’s hand finds the small of my back as he steps closer. “You ready to go see your new digs?” he asks Jaxon, who looks to me for confirmation.
With a smile, I lean into Killian. “Let’s go show them.”