Folding Hearts (Mitchell Family #2)(3)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I watched Heather begin to slide down onto the floor. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I watched her yank down my pants, just enough to be able to pull out my c**k with her hand. She looked up at me while taking her tongue and sliding it up the main vein at the base of my erection. I could feel the force as it pressed firmly and stroked it once again. Her eyes never left mine as she took the base of my shaft into her mouth and started bobbing her pretty little head up and down it. I considered grabbing my Xbox paddle and playing my paused game, but didn’t want to take the chance of her stopping, or biting me.

Like every time, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Van with her lips wrapped around me. I think since I enjoyed getting head so much, Van purposely hated it. I would beg and beg for it until she became so pissed off and eventually gave in, or in some instances, just went home.

I tried to shake off my thoughts of Van, to be able to concentrate more on Heather and her lips around my dick, but it was easier said than done. Van haunted my mind every time I got aroused. I couldn’t control it, believe me when I say that I tried.

After at least ten minutes, Heather climbed up on top of me. “My mouth hurts baby. How about we just f**k?”

I shrugged and grabbed her by her hair, putting my lips close enough to brush against hers as I spoke. “Let’s see how bad you want me.” I slid two fingers down in between her legs.

After I had grabbed a condom and slipped it on, I looked over to Heather. I had no respect for her and she knew it. If I hadn’t been so depressed and desperate, I would have just sent her home. I wasn’t trying to be heartless, but this was as good as it got for me. I was miserable, with no light at the end of the tunnel.

She was already panting for me when I swung her around to lean over the coffee table. I scooted myself off of the couch and positioned my body to be right behind her. My hand pushed down on her back and I slid deep inside of her. Heather was great about not complaining. She knew what this was, even if she couldn’t admit it to herself.

I pushed up the ruffles to her skirt so I could watch while I smacked her tight little ass. The harder I thrusted, the louder she screamed out for more. Visions of Van filled my closed eyes and I felt myself growing on the verge to finish. Once I had blown my load and collapsed back on the couch, she got up and looked at me. I couldn’t say anything to her that she wanted to hear. She needed to move on and find somebody that cared about her. She would have been a great girlfriend, but I could never respect her.

“Thanks for stopping by.” I said before hitting play on my game.

She slid down next to me on the couch. “Can I stay for a while?”

Reluctantly, I hit pause again and looked toward her. She was already zipping up her shirt. “Heather, we talked about this.”

“I drove all the way out here. I just wanted to stay for more than a half hour Ty. You keep getting worse instead of better. I just thought that after all of this time you would feel something for me.” She said sadly.

I rolled my eyes and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Look, I can’t help it I still love her. You knew this was all we could be Heather. I know it isn’t what you want to hear. Why can’t you just move on to someone who can give you what you want.?”

“Because I love you Ty. We are so good together. Why can’t you just see that? Nobody can satisfy you like I can.” She started to cry.

I shook my head. The truth was that neither of them really satisfied me. That was my problem. I just never saw it that way back then. It was like the pu**y was the devil and it kept calling me. I never could say no. It was a big problem that I didn’t know if I could ever change, or even wanted to. I always pictured Van, every time I had cheated on her, but when I was with her, it just didn’t make me feel fulfilled. I was always looking for that one person that could leave me completely speechless.

I liked to f**k, but it ended as quickly as it started.

Every time.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

She looked right at me with those sad eyes. “You know why.”

I ran my hand over the back of her arm. My brow creased and I suddenly realized I had no reason to sugar coat things with this chick. Maybe if I was mean enough she would be able to just let go. “You beat the shit out of my girlfriend. You are one of the reasons that she fell in love with my cousin. She left me for him. Do you know how much that f**king hurt? How much it still hurts? I can never feel anything for you Heather.” She gasped and more tears seeped out of her eyes. “We f**k. That is all it is. To be honest with you, I still have to picture Van to get off…..”

She stood up and threw the remote at my face. I put my hands up and blocked the impact. “What the f**k…I am just being honest!”

“Screw you Ty. Lose my f**king number you prick! I hate you!” She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I let out a laugh. Five minutes ago she loved me. Within a week she would be calling again. Her desperation was a real turn off. When I heard her car pulling away, I hit play and went back to my game. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my night.

Chapter 3

Miranda

“Your daughter is nine months old now Tucker. I was just wonderin’ when you were going to step up.” I was enraged. He hadn’t even talked to me in two days. I had sent texts several times with no reply. I had even gone so low as to text his friends. The idea of them making fun of me pissed me off more.

“Don’t start this shit with me again Miranda. You know I have a bunch goin’ on right now. I don’t even know why you keep buggin’ me about it. Your family is loaded. You know why I haven’t been callin’. I need money. Why don’t you just ask your aunt for some. If you helped me get out of some of this trouble than we could be together more.”

I looked down at my phone and considered throwing it across the room. “Tucker I can’t ask my family for somethin’ like that. I don’t want their money. I just want you. We don’t need it. Things will work out.”

“Look Miranda, I don’t have time to argue about this right now. We are gettin’ the Chevy ready for the race this weekend. I need to figure out how I am goin’ to make some fast cash. I gotta go.”

“Wait! When will we see you? You need to come visit with your daughter. She needs diapers,” I said desperately trying to get him to come over.

“You know I don’t have any money for that shit right now. Just ask your mother for her credit card.” He said rudely.