The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (77 page)

“TMI!” Savanna said from across the kitchen.

Ty leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Tell me later.”

If I didn’t know Ty so well, I would have assumed he was insane, but that question was meant to get a rouse out of Van. He loved making her uncomfortable. After our prank this morning, I was sure this was just the beginning. Ty liked to have the upper hand and right now, Van was way ahead of him.

“I need to run out and change my clothes.”

“If you keep peeing yourself, I am going to make you wear diapers.” Ty laughed as he held his hand out for me. “I will be happy to ride you over there. Then maybe you can ride me back.” He winked as we walked out of the kitchen.

“Be back in a bit,” Ty said as we walked out of the house.

Poor Savanna. Ty loved teasing her and if she would pretend it didn’t bother her, he would stop, but she kept making a big deal over it. He loved the attention. “Are you ever goin’ to stop gettin’ on her last nerve?”

“Are you mad at me?” He asked.

“For what? You haven’t done anything wrong to me. You just torment the hell out of her.”

“Cause she is so easy to piss off. You know it’s funny. Besides, she knows I love her and I’m kidding. I would never do something to hurt her or anyone else in our family. It’s all in fun, baby.” He squeezed my hand and pulled over off the lane.

“Why are you stoppin’?”

“Because I wanted to have a couple moments with you alone.” He kissed my head. “Because I missed you earlier.” He kissed my cheek slowly. “Because I love you so much that being without you for even a little while, makes me feel sad.” He kissed my lips “Because I really don’t need a reason.”

I held my lips close to his. “I wanted you to kiss me that night, in the kitchen.” My confession just came blurting out.

He laughed. “I almost did,” He stroked my hair. “but, you kept saying how I was a terrible guy and I hated hearing that.”

“It would have been for the wrong reasons.” I drug my tongue over his lip. “I was so confused.”

He ran his hand up my neck and kissed me again, this time stroking his tongue over mine.  “I would have never wanted to leave.”

His heated breathing was making me pant and I knew he loved when he did this to me. I ran my hand up his chest. “Every time we come here, we talk about this. It turns me on knowin’ how you wanted me and if your sons weren’t pressin’ on my bladder I would rip down my pants and let you fuck me in these woods, like I know you wanna do.” I kissed his neck and then bit his ear lobe.

He kissed me one more time, holding his lips pressed against me. When he pulled away, leaving me panting, he smiled and grabbed my hand. “Miranda, you are always worth the wait.”

Chapter 6

Ty

There wasn’t a single day that went by where I hadn’t regretted waiting so long to admit my feelings for Miranda. I know it wasn’t realistic and probably wouldn’t have lasted, but just knowing what I have now made me wonder. I wasn’t being greedy, I knew she was mine now and that is all that mattered. It just hurt me to think about the hell that Tucker Chase put the family through.

Part of me liked to hear that she was so attracted to me back then. All of those close encounters between us had been mutual. I could have easily made a move and experienced the hottest sex I could have ever imagined.

With my little guys pressing on her belly, my embarrassed wife had taken off her clothes and started walking toward the shower. I sat on the edge of the tub and just watched her. She wasn’t doing anything erotic, but Miranda never had to. She was so naturally beautiful that just walking in the room, made me want her. I don’t know how, for so long, I hadn’t noticed the things she did to me.  I assume most of it was because I never wanted to consider her being anything other than family.

Once the spark between us had ignited, it was only a matter of time before it was a full blown fire of passion. After two and a half years, we were still going strong, closer than ever. I didn’t have crazy in-laws or have to worry about not spending holidays with my family, because we shared the same family. We never were connected with blood, but marriage had bound our two families even more together.

Miranda climbed into the shower and started letting the water run down her body. It didn’t help that the shower was glass and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I knew she was conscious about her weight, but nothing was sexier to me than seeing that pregnant belly of hers. Just knowing my children were growing inside of her made it so easy. Her tiny body had gotten just a little more curvy all over. I loved holding her hips and her even fuller breasts.

She turned around and saw me watching her. Of course, she gave me a smile before leaning back against the shower wall. Her soapy hands slid across each of her breasts as she bit her lips and kept her eyes on me. Her lathered hands traveled down her belly and brushed over her tiny pussy. As she threw her head back and let out a gasp, I felt something tugging at my pants.

Without her permission, I started stripping off my clothes, forming a trail as I headed toward the shower. Miranda smiled as I climbed in with her and she immediately had her mouth on mine. “What took you so long?”

“I thought you wanted to hurry and get back.”

“The kids are sleepin’ and you got me all hot again.” She licked my bottom lip.

I teased her tongue with mine. “It doesn’t take much.”

“Bein’ pregnant makes me horny.” She reached down and grabbed my cock into her hands. They were soapy and as she stroked, the friction felt amazing.

Me likey….

I reached my hand down between her legs and noticed she wasn’t wet from the shower or from soap. “You’re so ready. Tell me how you want it.”
I loved hearing her say it.

She leaned down and nibbled my nipple with her teeth. “Hard.”

I turned her fine ass around and pressed her against the wall. I heard her gasp right before I smacked her little ass cheek. I gripped it in my hand and shook it before rubbing it gently with my palm. “Like that?” I took a hand and reached around to grabbed one of her supple breasts. While pinching her pink nipple, I sucked on her shoulder.

She moaned, “More.”

Miranda was so wet for me that I couldn’t help taking my length and slapping it between her legs. She liked when it hit her clit, making it swell up. She cried out as I did it a few more times. I bit her shoulder again, just enough to hear her moan. “You like it?”

I kept my length up against her hot pussy sliding it back and forth against the wetness. “Please Ty.”

I was throbbing, just dying to slip inside of her and give her all that I had to give. I grabbed one of her legs and steadied it on the shower ledge as I slowly entered inside of her. Miranda placed both palms of her hands flat on the shower wall. My hands reached around and found her hips, giving me the help I needed to pull her wet ass against me. The slapping sounds got louder with each thrust, as the water trickled down our bodies. Miranda cried out every time I pulled out and entered her again.

She bent over even more, giving me a better view of her perfect ass. I couldn’t help running my flat hand over both of her cheeks as the water poured over them. I loved watching my dick going inside of her. Sometimes just watching was enough to make myself come immediately. As I felt the intensity building, I reached over and grabbed one of her nipples. Her body began to instantly tremble and I felt her tight walls start to push me out of her. I loved it when she came. I loved hearing her crying out as her orgasm became so uncontrolled.

When her body started to relax, and her pussy loosened just enough, I reached down to her swollen little clit and started rubbing hard with two fingers. “You’re not done yet, baby.”

Her body began bucking again, giving me the signal I needed to let myself finish. My fingers stopped moving as I tried to control my own self from falling to the floor. Miranda’s body froze against mine and we stayed under the water, both trying to catch our breath.

She turned around and sat on the little ledge just staring at my naked body. I loved it when she looked at me, knowing all the little things she could do to make me crazy. I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips. “I love this.”

She looked up at me and smiled, before leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes with a big smile on her face. “Not as much as I love you.”

I climbed out and grabbed her a towel, before starting to get dressed myself. “Now do you see how there are benefits to you peeing your pants?” I was trying to make her feel better about her little uncontrolled accidents.

“I can’t believe you still want me sometimes. I feel so embarrassed when that happens.”

“Miranda, stop saying that. You can’t help it right now anyway. How much of a dick would I be if I judged you for something like that. Baby, you can’t gross me out. Remember I have already seen you have one child. I am totally prepared for two more.”

She reached up and touched my face. I loved when she smiled at me. “We should get back. I promised Van I would help her with dinner.” Miranda stood up and walked toward the bedroom.

I followed behind her and sat on the bed as I finished dressing. “Can I have one more kiss?”

She slipped on her shoe and leaned down to kiss me. I grabbed her wet hair and held her against my mouth. I peeked to see if her eyes were open and they weren’t. I loved that.

“Can we go now?” She asked as she pulled away.

“Your mouth is magnificent.” I pulled her against my body. “I love all of things you can do with it.”

“Ty, stop or I will want to stay and you and I both know you need time to recuperate, besides, I want to get back to Colt and Van and I know you do too.”

I sighed feeling defeated, even though I knew she was right, in fact my wife was almost always right and she knew it.

I pouted the whole way back, not because I thought Miranda would change her mind, but because I wanted her to want more later. The truth was that Miranda got so tired during the day. On most nights, I would cuddle with her on the couch and end up carrying her to bed after she’d fallen asleep.

My fascination with Miranda was cut short when we pulled up to the house and saw Noah and Iz hooking up a wagon to Sam’s collar. The poor dog just sat there while the two Bopsy twins tried to figure out how to tie a knot. Lucky for the dog, neither of them knew how.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I approached them.

They put their hands behind their backs like it kept us from seeing what they were up to. “Nothing!” They both replied at the same time.

“It doesn’t look like nothin’.” Miranda walked up to Sam and unraveled the rope from around his collar.

They both looked at each other and refused to look at us. “Do you know that you could have hurt Sam? How do you think your dad would have felt if something happened to her?” I looked at Noah and waited for him to reply.

Noah shrugged his little shoulders. “He’d be real sad.”

“That’s right, he
would
be real sad. You need to get your butts in that house and leave the dog alone. Understand?”

“Yes, Uncle Ty.”

Izzy never looked back at us as she ran into the house. She knew I was disappointed in her.

“Trouble with a capital T.” Miranda started laughing behind me.

I grabbed her hand as she walked up the steps with me. “Yeah, wait till they become teenagers.”

“If they are anything like we used to be then we are in big trouble.” Miranda just shook her head and laughed as she talked.

“You got that right.”

Van was feeding Christian as we walked in the door. I shielded my hands in front of my face to prevent from seeing her bare breast. “God damn woman, put that tit away!”

“I’m feeding my daughter. You want another taste?”

I started gagging immediately just thinking about how bad that shit tasted. “Hell no! I would rather eat dog shit.”

Miranda was laughing behind me as I walked straight into the kitchen. Colt was opening the crock pot, checking on a pot roast.

“That smells great.”

He agreed, “Yeah, Savanna is goin’ to make her gravy once she’s done feedin’ Christian.”

“Hope she doesn’t add any of that breast milk in it. That was fucking nasty dude. Have you ever tried that shit?”

Colt started shaking his head while he laughed. “If you must know, yeah I did. I didn’t think it was as bad as you’re makin’ it out to be. My daughter likes it and that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah I guess. I’m going to have to start feeding Miranda sweets. My boys ain’t going to like that bitter shit.”

“Ty, you’re so damn simple. Talk about somethin’ else please.” Colt was disturbed. As funny as it was, I knew when to cool it.

“Your son was outside trying to tie the dog up to pull him and Iz in the wagon.”

Colt dropped the lid to the Crockpot and made a dash for the front door. “I stopped them. Sam is fine.”

Noah and Iz were upstairs playing. We could all hear them talking to each other. “Noah Mitchell, get your tail down here right now!”

“What Dad?” He stood at the top of the stairs waiting for his father to respond.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to tie anything on the dog? How many, Noah?”

The little guy shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.”

“Do it one more time and you’re goin’ to get it. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Noah went running away from where we could see him. I saw Colt shaking his head and walking back toward the kitchen.

“Damn Cuz, I think I’m even scared to touch your dog.”

“Shut up man. This ain’t the first time he tried that shit. Not only could he seriously hurt her, but he could have hurt himself. He needs to learn to listen.” Colt grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and passed one to me. He opened his and began drinking it before the refrigerator door shut.

“So what were you going to give him? You have a paddle or do you prefer a stick from a tree?”

Colt cocked his eyebrow. “He was goin’ to get my bare hand on his ass, that’s what he’s goin’ to get. You wait till those boys are born and start causin’ you grief. Don’t be callin’ me whinin’ about it. Your ass can handle that shit yourself.”

He was right, I knew he was. Colt was trying to teach his son what was right and I respected that. Being that all I had was a little girl, it was harder for me to be so stern with her. Honestly, Miranda would probably say that I didn’t know how to be stern with our daughter. She always said I was too easy on her. I just hated to see her sad. I wanted to do whatever it took to make my little girl happy, even if it was bending the rules sometimes.

I wondered if I was going to be different when the boys came. Would I be able to be harder on them, because they were boys? Would I know what to do when they got into trouble?

“I’m really in for it, ain’t I?”

Colt took another drink of his beer. “I reckon you have a lot of learnin’. Noah is my son and I love him more than my own life, but that kid likes to cause mischief. Mom says that I was just like him, I just don’t remember gettin’ into things like that boy does. Sometimes I think he is testin’ my last nerve.”

We sat down at the table and Colt started shuffling up some cards. Our family loved to play cards. “What are we playing for?”

“You already owe me twenty bucks,” Colt teased.

“Bullshit. You bet me, I didn’t bet you, dick. Besides, you knew all along that shit was nasty.”

Colt began laughing again. “If you could have seen your face after that first swig, man that was priceless.”

“It was gross, that’s what is was. Those poor babies don’t even understand. No wonder they cry all the time. Their food tastes like ass.”

He shook his head while he began dealing the cards. I could hear the girls talking in the other room. They probably wouldn’t even come and sit with us. Since they couldn’t drink, they usually spent their time watching romance flicks while Colt and I stayed up and played cards. I knew we weren’t able to stay to play with everyone tomorrow night, so it was just Colt and I. “I say we play for kid duty tomorrow mornin’. If I win then you and Randa need to take the kids over to my moms and get up with them in the mornin’. If you win they can stay here and I will take away the golf cart keys so they can’t ride out to the main house.”