Page 76 of Oxygen Deprived

Then I’d barreled out the door, my gun in my hand and my heart in my throat, to find not just my woman in danger, but my daughter as well.

And let’s just say the next five minutes, after seeing that, had not been the best of my life.

In fact, I was fairly sure that out of all my experiences, that one was at the top of the list of my life’s worst experiences, which included even the night I’d nearly died when I was seventeen.

Then it’d only been me that could die.

What was infinitely worse, though, was seeing two of the most important people in my world on the business end of a gun.

That’d been eye opening to say the least.

“I just had sexxxxxxxx,” Aspen sang loudly. To what song, I didn’t know, seeing as I had never listened to that song before. “She let me put my penis…”

She kept singing, snapping me out of my contemplation of life and how short it may be.

I walked up behind her, no longer able to resist those hip movements.

Once I reached her, I stilled her hips with both of my hands on her ass, causing her to freeze in place.

Her head snapped sideways as her hips started to drop, but I held her in place and made eye contact with her, letting her know with only the look in my eyes that I wanted her to stay exactly where she was.

She got the message. Loud and clear.

I took her calmness as acceptance and started to remove her pants, grabbing the waistband and pulling down slowly, exposing her beautiful ass cheeks one slow inch at a time.

She shifted restlessly, causing me to pull them down faster than I intended to.

I smacked her ass.

“Stay still,” I ordered her.

I needed to be in control right then.

Badly.

Because if I couldn’t control it, if I let myself slip just a little bit, I could hurt her. And I didn’t want to hurt her.

I wanted her to scream, but not in pain.