Folding Hearts (Mitchell Family #2)(2)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Her boyfriend appeared to be a real piece of shit. His arms were covered in tattoos, and not the kind that look remotely decent. They seemed to be hand done, maybe by himself or a drunk friend. He had one of his ears pierced all the way up his ear with little studs throughout. He had a hoop between the cartilage of his nose that looked like the ones the cattle have and a tear tattooed under his left eye. He was a filthy looking punk. His clothes were dirty and he had made no effort to clean himself up to be around a newborn. When he got there, he paid more attention to his cell phone instead of his new baby girl.

It made me happy when Conner and my aunt finally showed up to give her the attention that she needed. They crowded in the room and I followed behind them, not really worrying about the creep. One thing I think I will never forget was how unresponsive he was to that baby. He held her for only a second and once the family came in, he made his exit promptly. Not one person from his family even showed up with him.

I hated the f**ker. Miranda may not have been blood, but she was my family.

Due to the fact that we had to bury my uncle, I was able to stay in Kentucky for another two weeks. While Colt and Savanna swooned over each other more and more, I spent most of my time at the main house, which in turn enabled me to spend time with Izzy. Miranda hated that nickname and decided she was going to call her Bella for short, but that never changed my mind. I think I fell in love with Izzy immediately, but when I finally held her for the first time, I knew how special she really was to me.

Of course she was tiny. Her fragile little body could fit in one of my hands. I found myself holding her for long periods of time, even taking turns feeding her. I liked how I could put my finger against her hand and she would hold onto it. It was amazing she could respond like that.

My family kept making fun of me, even asking if I was using the baby to earn brownie points with Van. The funny thing was, when I was with Izzy, I never even thought of Van. Of course, at first, I did remember the times we talked about having kids. I was never really the settle down kind of guy, so it was all to appease her. However, this little girl, well I was pretty much in awe of her.

Being that I stayed in Kentucky for that extra time, I was able to make peace with Van and Colt. I loved them both and just came to the conclusion that I wanted them to be together. It seemed f**ked up to explain, but they were the two people that I never wanted to lose. Their relationship was real and it was solid.

I didn’t leave with my parents. Instead, I rode home with Van and Colt. They had to drive back to the Carolinas to get Van’s belongings, which included her horse that I bought her. I had to laugh at how I was pretty certain she loved that damn horse more than she ever loved me. Anyway, Colt took one of the ranch trucks and I tagged along with them. They told me I talked entirely too much, but it beat the idea of them talking about each other or what they did when they were alone. To Hell with that shit!

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but they ended up leaving my parents with part of my uncle’s life insurance money. It was enough to get my parents out of debt, pay my medical bills and still leave them with something saved. My father would be forever grateful, even though I knew he just wanted his big brother back.

After my uncle’s unexpected death and the birth of Izzy, my family seemed to get closer. I spoke to Van on a day to day basis. Colt never seemed to mind. He would yell smart ass comments through the phone at me at least once a day, but I think he was just jealous that I never wanted to talk to him.

Chapter 2

Ty

The next few months went by pretty fast. Between my physical therapy for the metal pins that were permanently in my leg, and the legal issues impending from my car accident, things were hectic. I ended up getting seventy two hours of community service and a year of probation. It was a lot better than spending time in jail. Of course it took me another six months to get my license back. Because I was under the influence, I lost my license immediately. After my court date, I went through driving classes and even drug and alcohol counseling. The judge wanted to set an example for all of the college kids I associated with.

Even though I wasn’t attending school, I still spent my weekends on campus at the frat house. It was weird not having to sneak around and the ladies were coming at me even more than before. Heather still had her hooks in me. That girl could give the best head in the whole state of North Carolina, not that it helped me with imagining it was Van giving it to me. When she found out Van and I were over, she assumed we would get serious, but the truth was I didn’t need to commit to her to get a piece. The girl was already ready and willing.

I remember the day I got my license back. I called Colt and told him I was coming to visit. Surprisingly, he seemed excited about it, telling me that he had something important he wanted to talk to me about. I didn’t want to think about a serious conversation with him, figuring he would be telling me that they were getting married or expecting a baby. I had made peace with them, but that was something that I couldn’t even be prepared to hear.

Knowing that my visit had the possibility to be upsetting, I called my friends to find something to do. Shortly after leaving a few text messages, I got a call from one of my favorite blonde pieces of ass.

Heather arrived at the carriage house about an hour later. I never got up from the couch when she came in. Hell, I didn’t even change my clothes. That was the thing about hooking up with her. There was no need to impress her. She just offered it. It was degrading, but hey, it was her own fault, not mine.

I smelled her perfume even before I glanced away from my Xbox game to greet her. She was wearing some short sleeve zip up jacket and a skirt, like a tennis player would wear. “What the f**k are you wearing? I ain’t in any shape to play tennis.” I joked.

She bit her lip and climb over me to straddle my body. Immediately, my hands reached around to her ass. “This is my easy access outfit baby.” While explaining, she started unzipping the jacket, revealing her naked br**sts. As she threw the jacket to the side of the couch, she lifted up her skirt and smiled with her vixen eyes. “See. Easy access.”

No panties.

This girl gave the word booty call its name. I groaned and pulled her over my pants where my dick sat, so she could feel my rapid arousal. Her soft ass cheeks moved with the motion my hands were guiding. Heather grabbed the button to my shorts and loosened them enough to reach her hand down my pants. “I want it in my mouth.” She offered without even a sign of uncertainty.

For two years she was the one person who was willing to f**k at the drop of a hat, with no strings attached, well on my part. My intentions were always clear. It was just sex for me, but as the time went by, I noticed her striving for a real relationship. When she pushed me about it, I would stop calling her for a few weeks. After she calmed down and realized this was all I was offering, she shut up and enjoyed the ride.