Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(32)
Author: Jennifer Foor

He took his dick in his hand and started slapping my clit with it. My body immediately began convulsing again, feeling the pressure of it hitting what was still throbbing from the last time. A warm sensation came rushing out and Ty moaned, knowing he’d sent me into an erotic frenzy again.

I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath, as he was driving into me, filling me, pushing it as far as it could go. I loved it and the walls of my pu**y reacted to his thrusts. Our movements mimicked as we got into a good pace. Ty grabbed my shoulders and pushed off of them. Feeling him digging into my skin got me off. I took my nails and pinched both of his small ni**les. He scrunched up his face and dug into my shoulder more.

Then he pulled out of me, flipping me over and shoving it back inside from behind. He held onto my hips and I grabbed the sheets, holding on tightly as he drove in and out of me. The faster he pumped, the better it felt.

Moments later he was tightening up and I was crying out, feeling the gush of his release filling me. Finally, he collapsed on top of my back as we both attempted to catch our breath. He rolled off and lay next to me on his back. We were too tired to look at anything except the ceiling, laying there side by side, naked and exhausted.

Ty reached over and took my hand into his. Our fingers laced together and he looked over and smiled. “Whatever happens, Miranda, please don’t ever leave me. Your love is the only thing that keeps me sane.”

I squeezed his hand. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

I closed my eyes and felt content falling asleep, knowing that Ty was sure, I’d never leave his side, no matter how bad things got.

Chapter 21

Tyler

I’d like to think that I woke up feeling refreshed after being able to sleep in until at least nine. Unfortunately, my life was never that blessed. Aside from having to get up to work, the boys were already up and causing a ruckus.

I found them in the kitchen. Jax was sitting on the countertop, barefoot, pouring cereal into a bowl. At least, he was trying to get it in the bowl, I think.

The small, colorful bunches were scattering across the counter. Jake was standing there, catching the ones that were falling on the floor. I stayed back, watching him picking them up off the ground and putting them back in the box for someone else to eat. My mind went back to how many times I’d sworn that there was something foreign in my cereal bowl. I cringed.

“Get your ass down, Jax.”

“But we’re hungry,” he argued.

“Jake, is there a reason you’re putting dirty cereal back in that box?”

He shrugged and looked like he didn’t realize it was disgusting.

I ran my hand through my disheveled hair. “Seriously? Can I not wake up to this, just one morning out of the week?”

I walked over and started helping them pick up the cereal. Once they each had a bowl, I sat them down at the table and watched them being quiet, because their mouths were full of food.

I’d no sooner turned to make some coffee when I heard one of them fart. The room filled with laughter and I shook my head. “Don’t do that at the table.”

Miranda walked in, looking like she’s been hit by a hurricane. “What are they doin’ now?”

“Farting.”

She walked past me and grabbed a cup. “Like that’s anything new. Like father like sons.”

I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her on the lips.

“Eww.”

I opened my eyes to see them both staring at us. Knowing it drove them crazy, I kissed Miranda again, this time open mouthed. They covered their eyes, like they’d go blind from watching.

When we pulled apart Miranda was laughing. “Serves you both right. Eat your breakfast and go make those beds. You’re goin’ to need to get dressed for school right after that.”

“And don’t forget to brush your teeth,” I added.

Miranda walked over to the door and started putting her shoes on. “I’m goin’ to go grab Bella, so she has plenty of time to get ready. I promised her I’d do her hair.”

Just hearing her saying our daughter’s name got me upset. I knew she didn’t want to see me. I closed my eyes as Miranda walked out and thought about all the times that I’d gone to get her from my parent’s house. She’d always have a smile and hug waiting for me. I knew for a fact that she wouldn’t do it now. Getting a hug wasn’t the only thing that I worried about never getting again.

Deciding it was best to stay out of her way, I gathered up the boys to help get them ready for school. Jake usually listened and did well being independent, where Jax couldn’t do anything by himself.

Our first challenge was to pick out something to wear that didn’t match what his brother was wearing. As much as their mother liked them to be exactly alike, they hated it.

Another difference in the two boys was that Jake liked to dress neat, where his brother never wanted to match. Today was a perfect example. Jake picked out a t-shirt with a superhero on the front, and a pair of jeans. He grabbed his sneakers and started putting on a pair of socks.

His brother kicked and fought me. Finally, after he’d pissed me off enough, I told him to pick out whatever he wanted and meet us in the bathroom. Five minutes later, he came in wearing a yellow striped shirt with a plaid vest over top of it. His pants had random cars all over them and he topped it off with a pair of cowboy boots that were bright red. I’m pretty sure my mother got them at the dollar store one day when she was watching them, because there’s no way Miranda would ever buy them.

“Boy, what the heck? Are you seriously telling me that, out of all the clothes in your closet, all you could find was what you have on?”

He shrugged and grabbed his toothbrush. “I got dressed, just like you said.”

“You don’t match. Your mom is going to kick my butt if I let you wear that to school.” I wasn’t kidding either.

“I want to wear it. I look like a rock star.” He waved his hands out like he was already performing.

I laughed at him, while Jake looked embarrassed to admit Jax was related to him. “You have to change. Everyone is goin’ to make fun of us, Jax.”

“Shut up, butthead. I can wear what I want.”

“You look ridiculous, Jax. Your brother is right.”

“No, he’s not,” Jax argued. “I’m an American Badass.”

I had to bite my tongue, because if I made a big deal out of him saying a cuss word, it would only make him want to do it more. “Jax, watch your mouth. Your mother’s going to hear you and beat your little butt.”