Risking Fate (42 page)

She
let out a cackle
and pointed to her breast. I rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Stop. I have a better idea. Open your mouth, I can squirt in it.”

I shook my head. “Hell no!”

As Miranda continued to laugh, I continued to shake my head. “Ty, just get it over with. Don’t you want to know what I’m feedin’ your children?”

“Not if it tastes like shit. They seem happy enough.”

My wife did something I wasn’t expecting. While I ran my mouth, not paying her any mind, she
squirted
that shit right at my mouth and face. The first thing I noticed was that it felt warm, which totally grossed me out, because milk should
n’t
be warm. The second thing I noticed was that it almost tasted sweet. Miranda was beside her
self
with laughter.
I grabbed both of her hands and held them over her head. “If you could have seen your face.” She
continued
laughing at me.

I waited for her to stop before I kissed her between her breasts and traced my tongue all around her pink nipple. She immediately stopped laughing.

Fuck it, if Colt can do this shit, so can I.

I latched on to her nipple and sucked as hard as I could. The warm milk filled my mouth, but I didn’t let go. I just kept sucking while Miranda moaned in pleasure. I tried so hard not to move my tongue, to try and avoid tasting it, but it moved anyway. It tasted sweet almost like adding sugar to normal milk. I pulled away and licked it again. “Are you goin’ to be sick?” She giggled.

“All I have to say is that our boys are two lucky kids. I don’t know what you’ve been eating, but that shit wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. Now Van, well she must eat dog shit, cause her milk tasted like ass.”

“Tyler Mitchell, be nice.”

“I am not kidding at all. She needs to eat vegetables. If we were stranded on an island and all I had was
breast milk
, I could totally survive on sucking on one of your tits every day.”

“How romantic. What would I drink to stay alive?” Miranda stroked my chest as she waited for my answer.

“That’s easy. You could just feed yourself and I could watch. In fact why don’t you suck on your own tit right now and give me a visual. I might
beat off to this shit one day.” Her mouth just opened but nothing came out.

She never let out on single laugh in regards to my sarcasm. “You truly are a sick man.”

“And you truly are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She put her hand up to my face
and
touched her fingertip to my lips. After she had them separated, she le
a
ned in and kissed them, stroking her tongue over my bottom lip before pulling back and staring at them. “I love you.
”

I kept looking at her looking at me. I loved how she was staring at my lips, calling them to kiss her all over her body. “Please let me make love to you.”

Miranda laid on her back and waited for my next move. I took one of her hands
and intertwined it with one of mine
, pushing it over top of her head right before I leaned in to kiss her tantalizing lips. Her naked body lay beneath
me;
still fragile and beaten so I knew I had to take my time at this second attempt.

We probably should have waited the whole four weeks, but I needed to feel this after two weeks of feeling so broken inside. My wife was giving me her body again and she needed to know how much I wanted her. Her ha
n
d that was holding mine squeezed tighter as I traced tiny tongue filled kisses all over her needy neck. She ran her hands into
my hair and pulled me up for an eager kiss, where our tongues played together
even more
, forcing sensations to awaken parts of me that needed her body. I took my free hand and slid it between her legs until I felt that warm pussy that had my name all over it.

Like every time before, Miranda was ready for me.
I took two fingers and spread her folds as I continued to move my fingers back and forth while still kissing her. Little moans escaped her lips every
time my
fingertips
brushed over her swollen clit. I started to move them in circular motions and found myself leaving her mouth so that I could watch myself making her come. She let go of my hand and watched as I moved down and focused on her beautiful pussy.

I
separated
her little lips with one hand, while
continuing
to circl
e her clit with my two finger
s. As I added a bit more pressure, I felt her starting to tighten up and tremble. “Come for me, Baby. I want to see it.”

She grabbed a chunk of my hair and tangled her finger
s
into it as she arched her body in reaction to her body going into an orgasmic bliss. “Oh, Ty, don’t stop!”

“That’s it. Come for me.”

The room filled with moans and as she let go and finally pulled me up to her mouth. “I need you inside of me, loving me, and fucking me, right now!”

I felt her hand grabbing my shaft and guiding it right between her legs, where her wet pussy waited. I held most of my weight up with my arms as I got into position, and this time, slowly entered into my tight wife. She stared into my eyes as I began moving in and out of her, savoring every single feeling that was happening throughout my body. We’d made love so many times in our marriage, but this time was different.

I’d missed her on such an internal level and being inside of her like this overwhelmed me
with
an
extra
kind of pleasure.
Her hands were on my chest,
dragging
her nails over my hard nipples. I dove down to her mouth and licked at her tongue that was waiting out of her mouth for me. She teased me with her own, making me come in once more to feel it touch mine. I loved when she teased me. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? We shouldn’t be doing this yet.”

Miranda kissed me again, making sure there was no way I would be able to stop. Her tongue took over my ability to think and within a few seconds of her hot kissing, I was only focused on one thing.

The position was difficult to not put any weight on my wife’s stomach, so I couldn’t touch her like I wanted to. I turned her on her side, freeing
one of my hands up to be able to explore
. I reached around and grabbed her supple ass and pulled it into my deep thrusts. As Miranda moaned, I knew she was getting the same pleasure out of our new
position
. We scissored our legs together and the friction of our skin hitting became louder. The slapping sounds turned me on and she knew it. I looked down and watched myself sliding in and out of my wife. Every single thrust brought me to the brink of explosion. Miranda grabbed one of my ass cheeks and dug her nails deep into it, pulling me against her
harder
and I couldn’t hold out anymore. It had been too long and it felt way too good. I let myself go, releasing all of the pent up pai
n and hurt of the past months
. I felt free, like I had my wife back completely. Something made us stronger and nothing would come between us again, because this time she
would be in control. In that moment she gave herself to me in an almost euphoric state of mind. I felt her love radiating through ever
y
single inch of my body.

We lay there side by side, stroking each other
’
s skin and stealing kisses from one another. I was happier than any words could have explained, even when Jake started to whine from his little vibrating chair.
Miranda laughed as I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed to grab some boxers and then our son.

After running into his room and changing his diaper, I brought him back to his mother and laid him beside her. He found her tit like he was starving to death and was content to nurse while laying right beside her. I climbed in behind him and held her hand, while looking into her eyes. “Thank you for this life and for not leaving me. This is the only place I could ever want to be.”

She smiled and looked down at our nursing son.
She opened her mouth to say something, but the baby monitor started blowing up with Jax’s crying.
We both laughed as I climbed out of bed, to repeat the same routine with our second son.

Things were going to be hectic and a real pain in the ass for the next eighteen years, but I wanted to
spend every single minute of them
with my wife, because she made every single second of it worth living.

Chapter 30

Miranda

The hurt wasn’t all the way gone, but
it was going away. I’d given Ty my heart again
and after being home for almost a month, w
e were back to our normal, yet very crazy life. Ty and Conner were busy with new additi
ons to the farm and the kids
took up every second of my time.
Bella’s fifth birthday was just days away and the family was due in for her birthday party.

I’d spoke to the lawyers office several different times inquiring about the papers and the custody case and I knew that what I was waiting for was in the mail.

I hadn’t told Ty yet and part of me knew he would get upset, but the other part knew he would be so happy that it wouldn’t even matter. I wanted this surprise for my husband. He deserved to have Bella as his own and now it would be set in stone for her whole life. Nothing would ever be able to tear them apart.

The lawyer agreed to keep Ty on the
down low
about the paternity, but he had already sent out notification that the visitation hearing had been cancelled indefinitely. Ty was so happy that he never even questioned it anymore.

Conner was the only one to know about my secret. He had mixed feelings about me keeping such a big secret, but he also saw the happy part where I told Ty that Bella, his Izzy, was forever his daughter in life and on paper. In his mind, he never needed the paper, but I knew how much it was going to mean to him to have it and in the long run it would mean a lot for his name to be on his daughter’s birth certificate.
One day, if he wanted to tell her the truth, I would leave it up to him. No test could ever change the fact that he was her only father.

With my brother and Ty working so hard on the farm, I found myself consumed with mommy duty. I didn’t mind it, but as the boys grew, so did their appetites. I
couldn’t wait to feed
them solid foods, in fear of my breasts turning to mush. Of course, Ty being Ty, would just say he would buy me knew ones that would stand the test of time. He claimed that even after we were dead and buried, I would still have perfect tits, and then he asked if we could be buried in the same coffin so he could have them on top of him while his body decomposed into mine. Yeah, that was my husband, the weirdo
nut job
that I couldn’t get enough of.

Since we got home from the hospital it seemed as if Conner was going out every night. He would never talk about what he was doing, but he never came home drunk or seemingly messed up at all. Sometimes he
seemed like he was in bad mood though. He refused to tell me who he was with and what he was doing. He really liked to shoot pool, so I just assumed he was out at the local bar, playing billiards all night.

He and Ty played pool in the barn some nights and Ty said my brother was a real good shot. I guess that’s what happens when you’d played as long as he had. Since Conner seemed okay, I never worried too much about him. He was saving his money and even talking about buying a
parcel
of land from Ty’s dad to build a small house on. We had plenty of room for him on the farm itself, but he said he needed to start thinking about long term.

Our
mother wasn’t too thrilled about his decision to stay here instead of going home to Kentucky.
I guess she thought he would eventually move back home with her. I mean, it was the plan all along, until he moved here and realized he could start fresh.

Conner had been grabbing me the mail every day in hopes of my surprise to Ty being in there. When he came walking up the lane holding some envelopes, my heart started beating out of my chest. I met him outside instead of letting him walk in, even though I knew he was going to come in anyway.

“I wasn’t bein’ nosey, but there is an envelope from the lawyers office in there.”

I flipped through them until I saw the largest of the envelopes with the Kentucky address on it. “Oh God, it’s here.”

I stared at the envelope and tears filled my eyes. Conner pulled me into his arms. “Why are you cryin’, Darlin’? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

It was what I wanted. In fact, it was all I ever wanted, but I knew someone who wanted it even more. “You don’t understand, Conner. Everything that Ty did for this to happen, everything we went through, he thinks it was for nothin’. He
risked our
marriage and we went through Hell over it. This envelope means it wasn’t for nothin’, Conner. I hate what he did, but this changes everythi
ng. It was never about sex or him
wantin
’
someone else, it was all for her, it was always for her.”