Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(18)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Miranda laughed so hard she snorted. “You got so mad about it. It was funny.”

I jumped on top of her and she laughed more, losing her breath. “I’ll show you what’s funny.”

If she thought I could only last five minutes, I was going to make sure she never said it again. Only one thing could take my mind off of Izzy, and it was making sweet love to my wife.

Tomorrow was another day and as long as I had my girls, and my boys, everything would work itself out.

Chapter 12

Miranda

His kisses never got old, especially when they were kissing areas of my body that nobody else got to see. As he pulled down my panties, I could feel his wet lips leaving a trail of saliva over my hip. My ass lifted, and I felt the fabric moving down until they were coming off of my ankles. Ty was up on his knees, splitting my legs so that he could get up between them. I moaned when I grabbed both of my ankles and felt him teasing me with his hard cock. With the boys a couple rooms over, we didn’t have time to savor each other like I would have wanted to, but I also knew that Ty was determined to prove something to me.

He’d been so offended when Van and I ganged up on him, accusing him of not being able to last for more than five minutes. I guess men were sensitive when it came to anything having to do with their meat.

“You better hurry up, before one of them comes beatin’ on the door,” I whispered.

“Let them beat on it. I’m going all night.”

I rolled my eyes, but gasped when he entered me. He pulled me up to sit on top of his legs, and held onto my ass so he could be in control of the pace. Ty’s kisses were ravenous, all because of a silly mission. Both of us knew that there was no way we’d last all night, not that either of us would even want to. Sleep was like a pot of gold after the day that we’d had. If either of us wanted to be able to keep up with the boys the next day, we’d need at least six or seven hours, otherwise they’d try to take over the world.

Our tongues collided, and even with little foreplay, I could feel my body changing as it became highly turned on. Tingling had begun in my ni**les, especially when Ty reached up and pinched them. His fingers were rough and it added an extra tickle each time they brushed across my hardened points.

My bra was only lingering on my arms, so he pulled it off of me and set it to the side of us while I began rocking on top of him.

The cold room had become hot instantly as the friction between us brought our bodies to the brink of sweating. I ran one hand over my naked husband’s chest, peering into his eyes, while our skin vibrated together. Our strides were slow and matched as we became consumed in the moment.

We both needed release, but Ty longed for it. He needed to feel connected to someone after the emotional day he’d experienced. I wanted him to feel my love radiating towards him. He needed to know that, no matter what happened in our lives, I was never going to leave his side.

For what I thought was more about Ty, I had invested an increasing amount of my own emotions into our love making. I ended up reaching my arms under his and holding onto the back of his shoulders. I kissed the soft skin of his chest as I rested my head there. Ty lifted my ass up and let it fall back down, his erection filling me and then leaving me, making me need more. My legs were wrapped around his back, where he liked them. He grabbed my long hair and pulled my head away from his chest, roughly kissing me on the mouth and biting my bottom lip as he pulled away. I grabbed his neck and applied pressure, staring him in the eye as I watched him become increasing aroused from my actions.

I dug one of my hands into his thick head of hair and gripped a chunk of it. He tried to bite me again, but I pulled away before he had the chance. It made me aroused to fight him, to play with him during sex. He squeezed my ass cheeks and dug his nails into my tender skin. I tightened my butt muscles and he groaned, feeling the change to the inner walls of my pu**y. Our love/lust kept us fueled as our speed increased. Ty was at the brink and I was determined for us to come together.

I could feel him pumping his release inside of me. My head fell back and I cried out as the friction rubbed firmly on my clit. My body bucked and I could feel myself being taken over with pleasure.

We kissed slowly, holding our sweaty bodies in place.

Ty pulled away and looked at the bedside table. “Seventeen minutes, baby. Take that and shove it where the sun don’t shine.”

I smacked his chest and started laughing. “We were only kiddin’ anyway, Mr. Sensitive.”

“That was mean. Now Colt has something else to one up me with.”

“Ty, you do realize that you are both in your thirties? It’s time to stop competing for who can do better at what. Clearly Colt doesn’t care like you do.”

“Baby, when it comes to my meat, I want to be the best. Trust me, Colt still competes with me. He just doesn’t have the balls to admit it.”

“Oh God, now you’re goin’ to compete with ball size?”

Ty shook his head and lifted me off of him. “My balls are perfect, and if he asks, that’s what you’re going to tell him.”

“Okay, babe. I’ll tell Colt, our cousin, that your balls are awesome. Is that good enough?”

He got under the covers after unlocking the door and slipping on a pair of boxers. “It will do. Now come over here and get back in my arms. It’s a miracle that the wonder twins aren’t at the door.”

I crawled in next to him and wrapped my arms around him. “Goodnight, Mr. Sensitive.”

“Goodnight, wife of the magnificent meat man.”

I closed my eyes and chose to remain speechless.

The next morning, I felt something dripping on my face and opened my eyes, sitting up suddenly. Jake was giggling and had ducked down to hide from me. He was too slow though. I grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up to my eye level. “What are you doin’?” I whispered.

He shrugged and giggled more. “Nothin’.”

“Jake, don’t lie to me. Why is my head wet?”

“Jax told me to do it.”

I looked around the room and saw him standing over his father’s sleeping body. He had both hands behind his back and, from the look on his face, was up to something mischievous. “What’s behind your back?”

I heard something fall and splatter on the hardwood floor. He looked down and then back at me, shrugging like nothing had happened. “I don’t know.”

I looked at Ty and noticed that whatever they were dripping had left a creamy substance over his head. I reached over and touched it, smelled it, and then finally tasted it. “Seriously? Ya’ll put vanilla pudding on our heads?”