Folding Hearts (17 page)

My mother gasped and shook her head, probably regretting the idea of babysitting while Miranda and I walked around
half-naked
.

“It’s just a party Mom, and all o
f the private parts are covered,
” I assured her.

“I don’t want to know,
” She said as I walked out the door.

I was dying to see what Miranda was wearing, but she already had on a jacket that came down to her knees when I walked in. “Can I get a peek?”

“Nope. You can be surprised just like everyone else.”
After only being able to see a pair of red high hells, I was more than curious.

I shook my head, feeling like I was going to regret this. This was exactly what Conner did not want happening.

I begged her to show me her  outfit the whole ride to the frat house, but she kept refusing.  When we finally parked, we noticed lots of people stripping off coats in the parking lot. I pulled off my clothes and turned to see if Miranda was following my lead.

Holy Hell!

My mouth dropped.

Miranda was standing there, in nothing but a tiny strand of saran wrap across her large breasts and some concoction of a very small, very short saran wrapped skirt.

“Holy Shit!”

“Do you like it?” She spun around, probably to tease me more.

“There isn’t much there. Ma
ybe you should keep the coat on,
” I suggested.

“Why? Does it make me look fat or somethin’?”

“Hell no! You look fucking hot! Too hot!
My friends are going to bust a load
when they see you. Just stay close to me tonight, please. I don’t feel like fighting anyone.”

She started laughing. “Whatever you say. Lead the way.”

I held out my hand for her and thankfully she took it. This was a bad idea. Every guy in this place was going to be mindfucking h
er. She gave the word MILF  its
name.

Just as I suspected, we walked in and people’s mouths actually dropped. She may as well have been naked and I immediate
ly felt protective. “Here we go,
” I said under my breath.

Mike
approached
us. “Damn boy. Now I know why you didn’t call me back. Who is this fine thing?”

I looked over to Miranda. “This is……she is my….”

“Hi, I am Miranda. I am visiti
ng from Kentucky,
” She
interrupted
.

Mike looked her up and down as he shook her hand. “You are fucking hot!” He blurted out.

I rolled my eyes while he continued to give her his undivided attention. “Follow me if you want a beer.”

She looked back at me while he pulled her forward. I regretted it, but he was my best friend and all he knew was that she and I were together. He wouldn’t go against guy code. Mike wasn’t like that.

It took seconds for Heather to come up behind me and smack the caution tape over my ass. She let her hand linger. “Why did you bring her?”

“Because I wanted to.”

“Is that your baby?” She said as she turned around to face me. She had made a bikini out of beer boxes. The top was light beer and the small bottoms were regular beer.

“That is none of your fucking business.” I scoured the room, trying to spot where Mike had taken Miranda.

“Who is she Ty? I have never seen her before and she is clearly staying at your place.” She was jealous. I wanted to laugh in her face, but I was too busy trying to find Miranda to give her a second of my time.

“Seriously Heather, can you just stop throwing yourself at me. I am not interested. Can’t you take a fucking hint? What do I have to do to get the point across? I don’t want you!”

I never took my eyes off the crowd, and my heart dropped when I saw Mike and Miranda dancing together.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Her body was perfect and I clenched my fist when I watched her put her hands in the air and Mike groping her at the waist.
The tattoo on her ribs of Bella’s name was being displayed for the whole world to see.
Then another one of my buddies grabbed her from behind and they were starting to run a damn train.

What the fuck?

Heather continued to talk, but I heard nothing she said. I pushed her out of the way and headed toward Miranda.

Chapter 17

Miranda

I couldn’t believe how awesome Ty
was being
and the fact that he had managed to give me a
night out. After almost kissing
me earlier, he had gone back to his strict friend demeanor
. He kept confusin
g
me. One minute I felt like he wanted me and the next he was making it clear that we were just friends.

The party was in full force and I loved all of the different things people were using to cover their bodies.
Ty was nice to have let me hang out with his friend Mike. He was hot, but not as hot as Ty. When he asked me to dance, I glanced over and saw that Ty was with the girl who had been at his place the other night. I didn’t want to distu
rb them, he was probably telling
her that I was his family
. It hurt a little just thinking
about it. I was really starting to wish that we could be more. I had even made an effort to woo him with my choice in attire tonight, but after his initial shocked voice, he stopped looking at me.  I was running out of ideas and with having Izzy, I wasn’t going to throw myself out there anymore.

I had to focus on her, not myself. I couldn’t spend time trying to get guys. It just wasn’t a priority, besides I really loved Ty’s relationship with my daughter and didn’t want to do anything to come between them.

After having me take three shots with him, Mike led me to the dance floor. I tried not to look over at Ty. I wish I could tell him how much I wanted him. I had never been friends with a guy like I was with him. I didn’t want to los
e that. I didn’t know if telling
Ty the truth would mess things up between us, but part
of me was finding
it so hard to resist him.

Mike was
a
good dancer and I loved that he a
nd his other friends were giving
me attention. I never went out and didn’t have much friends at home. Being a mother will do that. Sometimes a woman just wants to feel desired. I knew I wasn’t ugly, but sometimes I needed the reminders.

“So are you and Ty together?” Mike asked.

I wish.
“No, it is complicated.”

The shots were
warming me up and I was starting
to let go with my dancin
g
.
Mike’s hands started lingering
like I had given him the go ahead
that
he needed. He was definitely a good looking guy. His sandy brown hair was cut short and he had pretty light blue eyes. If I had to guess I would say he was a football player or wrestler from the size of his muscles. He had taped a pizza box to the front and back of him to cover his package and the cardboard continued to rub against me as we danced. 
H
is
rock hard chest was as exposed as almost every guy at the party. Some were not as easy on the eyes, but everyone seemed to
be having a good time looking
.
Mike k
ept leaning into my neck and bru
shing his nose into my hair.

“
I think I might love you,” h
e joked with a wink.

“Really? I think I have heard that line before. You will have to come
up with a better one than that,
” I teased.

“I will say whatever you want if it gets me a night with you.”

I let my head fall back as I laughed.
Another guy came
up behind me and started dancing
with us. I had been too
busy laughin’ at Mike’s comment to pay attention to
the other guy. I was
havin
g
a good time
with two hot guys when Ty came up and grabbed me.  “Thanks for keeping her safe guys.”

They starte
d to moan and groan. “She said you weren’t together man. What gives
cock block
?”

“Fuck off!”
Ty pulled my body as close as I could get to him. He had a cone that was about six inches long covering his private parts, so when he did it, it pressed into my stomach.

“Ouch! Why did you stop me from dancin’? I was havin’ a good time.”

“I don’t want them touching you.”

We started dancing
to blend in with the crowd around us. “Why?”

“I…um..Colt and Conner would kick my ass, that’s why.”

Not the reason that I was hoping
for. Why can’t you want me?

“They ain’t here Ty. I am a grown woman. We have been over this before.”

A slow song came on and people started getting close and freaky. We looked at each other and Ty leaned into my ear. “I want you to have a good time, but
not with these freaks. They want one thing. Trust me I know!”

“Didn’t you bring me here to have a good time? I think I can handle myself.”

“
I want you to do something for me.
I want you to pretend we are together tonight. Can you just do that to make me happy? I don’t want to worry about any of my pervert friends hitting on you all night.”

Ahh, a reason to touch him….I think yes!

I ran my hands over his chest. “How much do you want me to pretend? Is this really for my safety or are we tryin’ to make someone jealous?”

He stared at me for a second and started to smile. Before I could argue, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands were on my ass and the cone
covering his package
was no
longer an issue in keeping us apart.  I reached my arms under his and held on
to the
top
of
his shoulders.  I felt Ty backing up until we were against a wall. He licked his lips. “I don’t need to do anything to make anyone jealous, because just seeing you
with me
did that.”

“
So are you makin’
someone jealous
?” I asked as our lips started to brush.

“Nope. There isn’t anyone here I care about.”

“What about that girl? The one that was at your house?” I asked.

“Nothing to tell.” Our lips brushed again.

To say I was turned on was an understa
tement.  His hands were gripping
my ass. Our lips were touching. I nudged my lips over his and started to pull away.

He spun us around and I was now against the wall. The
room was crowded with
people, and
I was hardly worried about anyone seeing us like this. I didn’t care at all.
It was like they didn’t even exist.

Ty
pulled away from my face and brought his mouth to my ear. “You are making this so fucking hard.”

He looked at me
again
.
I searched his face for answers, but he seemed so confused himself.

“Making what hard?”
I was not understanding
. “You said to pretend.
Who are we pretending for?” God, I was so hot for him. His naked chest pressed against mine. My nipples were hard under the plastic and the more he held me the more they tingled.

He freed one hand and brought it up t
o touch my face. His fingers st
r
o
ked my lips as he watched, biting his lip. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you. I want them to think you are all mine.”

I didn’t
care what his
reason was. I had wanted to kiss him
, like really kiss him,
for over a year. I had imagined it a million times
. He might be faking his feeling
s
,
but I sure wasn’t.

He didn’t have to know that.

“Okay,
” I whispered.

I licked my lips and watched him getting closer to me.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and slowly brought my lips to his. I was so afraid
that he was going to pull away
that I just froze with our lips pressed, but
as his body pressed against m
e, all I could think of was feelin
g
his tongue
. I stroked his bottom lip with my tongue and pulled away, waiting for him to respond.

Ty smiled.
He pressed his forehea
d to mine. “Okay?” He was giving
me a second chance to back out.

There was no way I was going to do that with the fire that had ignited between my legs. I had barely any clothes on, but I was so hot.
Instead of answering him, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my kiss. If I thought my nipples were overly sensitive from his hol
ding
me
. W
ell
,
when his tongue stroked against mine for the first time, those sensations doubled.  I let out a soft whimper as our tongues began to mingle. His lip
s were so soft and his breathin
g
was becoming heavier. I hadn’t come here to seduce him, but if I wanted more of Ty, I knew I had to give it my all.