Folding Hearts (Mitchell Family #2)(50)
Author: Jennifer Foor

We were almost there when Conner got a hair up his ass. “Was it necessary for you to dress like that?”

Would she even be mad at me if I beat his ass?

“I look hot?” She turned to look at me of all people. “Ty do I look hot?”

I held my hands up in the air. “Don’t bring me into this.”

“You are such a jerk. I hate how you act all protective. I am going to start calling you Conner Jr.” At first I was confused, but then I finally got it.

Conner took the bait. “You are lucky guys like us care about what happens to you.”

“Yeah, I feel so lucky.”

We climbed out of limo and Conner pulled me to the side. “I know you and my sister are friends. I don’t feel like havin’ any drama tonight like the kind that happened the last time we all went out. If you could hang out with her and keep her out of trouble it would be cool.” He also wanted to make sure I didn’t want his bitch ass girlfriend.

After shaking his hand, Conner walked away. Miranda stayed back with me and squeezed my hand before we walked in. She had just manipulated her brother into thinking us hanging out was a good idea. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” I whispered.

“It doesn’t get old.” She said through her teeth.

For a while we all just hung out around the bar. Brina and Courtney became fast friends and I use the term fast lightly. Conner was stuck up the beauty queens ass, which was where I wanted him to stay. Van and Colt were obsessed with each other. I was jealous, but not of them being together. I was jealous that I couldn’t put my hands on my own wife.

Miranda had straightened her hair and it hung perfectly down her back. From working at the salon she had been tanning and had her nails manicured all fancy. Her blue eyes sparkled and when she smiled it sent chills to my cock. She knew it made me crazy when she looked so hot and I caught her several times giving me ‘the look’.

Once everyone had a few drinks, they really stopped paying attention to Miranda and I. Even Brina was hanging all over some guy she had just met. The bar got crowded and Miranda and I blended in on the dance floor. I tried so hard not to touch her too much as we danced, but you can’t mix alcohol with a horny man and sexy as shit wife without something happening. Her smooth dress felt so good under my fingers. Her back was facing me as she grinded that perfect ass into my dick. The girl knew what she was doing. We were bumping and grinding all over each other, until Van came walking up. “Seriously you two. You may as well be screwing.”

Part of me wondered if she was jealous. I didn’t care, but she sure did get in my shit a lot.

I took a big drink of my beer and looked at Miranda. She had a huge smile on her face, the kind she got when she was ready to get all freaky. “Sorry. I just can’t help myself.” She bit her lip and pulled me back out on the dance floor. I held up my hands like I was helpless and followed her lead.

We probably would have gotten away with things if Miranda didn’t start moving my hands all over her body. I did good for a while stopping her, but the more she drank the friskier she got. “Calm down baby.”

She whined. “I can’t help it. I want you so bad Ty.”

Fuck!

I never would have thought I would be asking Van for favors, but I knew if I wanted to keep the peace, I needed her help. “I promise you that I will do whatever your pretty heart wants when we get home, but you have to calm down.”

“But I want you right now.”

“I want you too, but we have to wai….” Her lips were on mine. I wanted to pull away, damn I wanted to protect her, but her magic tongue found mine and I couldn’t stop. It was like we were back at home and rediscovering every inch of each other again. Miranda’s hands went up my shirt and I felt her nails against my skin. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me.

I felt an arm dragging me away from my wife. When I looked back I noticed that Van was standing with Miranda. I turned around to see Colt and he was pissed. He shoved me against the wall in the men’s room. “Do you want to live to see tomorrow?”

“What the f**k is that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head. “Did you think she wouldn’t tell me?”

I got a half smile across my face. I should have assumed. “I love her.”

“You think you do, but what are you goin’ to do when she moves home?”

“She ain’t coming back.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The hell she ain’t.”

“You don’t understand Colt.” I leaned up against the counter and tried to think of what to say to my cousin. “Damn, this is bullshit. Why is it so hard to believe that I love her?”

“Her mother will never let you be together.” His hand was on my chest, keeping me from moving.

“It’s not her decision. Miranda is a grown woman.” I flung his arm away from me. “Nobody can ever take her from me.”

He started laughing, like my words were a joke. “And why is that?”

I held my hands up in the air. “Because she is my wife.”

Colt’s smile disappeared. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

He ran his hands through his hair and started pacing around. I wasn’t sure whether he was going to beat my ass, or drag me outside and let Conner do it. Or both.

He shook his head and huffed and puffed. “When did this happen?”

“A couple weeks ago.”

“Married?”

“Married.”

He slammed his fist into the wooden stall. “What the f**k were you thinkin’?”

“I was thinking that I loved her and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

He shook his head and put his hand on my shoulder. “You are my family, actually, you are both my family, so this is how things are goin’ to happen. You and Miranda are goin’ to go home tonight and keep up the charade that nothin’ is goin’ on. I won’t let you ruin this for Van. I can’t believe you did this shit.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, I would like to hit you, but then I would have to explain why I did it.”

I held out my hand and shook Colt’s. “I swear to you that this isn’t some kind of game. I can’t live without her man.”

“Time will tell Cuz. I am promising you though, if you hurt her, you have to answer to me.”

Colt left me standing in the men’s room. Miranda and I couldn’t have anymore close calls. I wondered how long it would take Colt to tell Van about my being married. She was going to flip her lid.