Wrapping Up (Mitchell Family #4.5)(12)
Author: Jennifer Foor

She licked my bottom lip and pulled away. “Stop wasting time.”

With my pants around my ankles, I entered my wife and for some reason, it felt even better than earlier. I got a good rhythm going as we tried our best to be quiet. What we were doing was so inappropriate, but there wasn’t one single reason why anyone would think we were having sex in our pantry with a house full of people. Just as I was getting into the groove, the pantry door swung open and the flash of a camera blinded us. I protected Savanna with my own body, giving whoever opened the door a full view of my ass as I pulled up my jeans. “What the…?”

Ty was bent over with Savanna’s camera in his hand while Miranda stood there with her hand covering her shocked reaction. They were both laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. “I am blowing that picture up and giving it to your parents for Christmas. Colt, your mom just came in, so unless you want her to know your little secret, you better get your asses out of the closet. Or better yet, how about you just switch places with us. I’m sure we can make use of a good closet.”

“Shut the damn door.” I was irritated, but more at myself for thinking we could get away with our actions while our cousins were in the house. Once they closed the door, I turned to my wife. “Darlin’, I’m real sorry.”

She started to giggle. “It was my idea.”

We both laughed as we walked out of the closet, up until the moment we realized that the entire family was standing in the kitchen waiting for us.

Chapter 7

Savanna

Yeah, I hadn’t seen that coming when thinking that having sex with my husband could only result in something good. I don’t know how and I don’t even want to know why, but Ty managed to make a funny joke out of everything and drop the seriousness of mine and Colt’s actions. My husband wasn’t even half as bothered as I was. He claimed that we were married with children and if we couldn’t keep our hands off one another, well then it was a good thing.

As the men cleared the kitchen, the women stayed and started getting all of their dishes together. At first nobody seemed to talk about my closet adventure, except for Miranda. Every single time that girl looked at me she made me laugh. I was half expecting her to just start flying off at the mouth about how many times she and Ty had reverted to doing something so ridiculous, although I was pretty sure I already knew the answer and didn’t need the details of it. The only thing Ty cared more about than his own penis, was his family, including his hottie wife. I knew who really wore the pants in the relationship and that is why they worked so well.

My mother was helping me set the rolls on a tray and leaned into me. “Couldn’t you have just gone upstairs, honey?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. I knew for a fact that she and my father had reconnected on some kind of romantic level in the past few years. They were always giddy around each other, like their romance was brand new and they were discovering each other for the first time. I didn’t know what the secret to that was, and I wasn’t sure I was ever going to ask. “Spur of the moment decision, Mom.”

“Well, maybe next time you will take your eye candy husband somewhere that has a lock on the door.”

I shook my head and placed the last roll on the tray. “Maybe next time I will just bang him on the kitchen table, so nobody even has to come looking.”

“Savanna, why would you say such a thing?”

I threw my hands in the air and cocked my eyebrows up. “Seriously, I wanted a minute with my husband. Sure, it was a little inappropriate, but you have raised a child and you can imagine what having a six year old and an almost one year old can do to your sex life. We were being spontaneous. Do I need to eat my dinner in the kitchen instead of in the dining room with everyone else?”

She finally snapped out of it. “Of course not! I just didn’t like seeing you so embarrassed, that’s all.”

When I noticed Colt’s mother was listening in on my conversation, I tried to be cordial and throw her a smile, but that did make me a little uncomfortable. She came over to me and moved the hair away from my ear. “Colt’s daddy and I used to sneak around all the time. Don’t you let anyone take away those precious moments with the person you love.” My mother couldn’t hear the woman’s whispers and it irritated her knowing that whatever she said had made me have a smile on my face.

She winked as she grabbed the stack of plates to carry them into the dining room.

Miranda, her mother, Colt’s mother, and my mother were busy getting the dining room table all together for when we started bringing out the food. I heard the front door opening and peeked out into the living room to see Lucy carrying a giant tray of turkey. She carried it quickly into the kitchen followed by Conner, Ty and Colt. From the years of being a part of this family, I knew exactly what they were doing.

They were claiming their leg.

The problem was that, well on this particular turkey, as well as every other turkey, there were only two. Now, if the three knuckle heads would have just waited, they could have each had one, but no, they had to fight over these two.

I moved to the side and so did Lucy, as the guys struggled to reach and get a handle on both of the legs. When they began pushing and shoving, I backed up against the table and crossed my arms, waiting until the three of them were finished with this stupid traditional thing they obviously had to do.

”Lucy, this turkey is greasy. We can’t get a good handle on it,” Conner yelled to her.

She stood beside me with her arms crossed. “Perhaps if you would just wait and use a knife to cut it you would have better luck.”

Her suggestion made me laugh, but they each scrunched up their faces at her. At the end of the twenty second shoving match, Colt and Conner walked away with the first two legs. Ty leaned next to me looking all defeated. “You know, there is a whole turkey right here in the oven.”

He nudged me in the arm and winked. “I know.”

“Since you are in here pouting, why don’t you help me get all the food on the table.”

A loud thump came from the living room, followed by a baby crying. Ty went running in there. A few seconds later he came in the kitchen with Jax. He had little tears in his eyes. “Say, Aunt Van, I was trying to sit up like a big boy and fell backwards.”

“Aww.” I rubbed his little head and he began to smile. When I leaned in to kiss my baby nephew, he turned and buried his face into his father’s chest.