Risking Fate (Mitchell Family #4)(83)
Author: Jennifer Foor

So our sexcapade was cut short by our daughter coming into the room. It also lacked cuddle time and another second alone. Ty got up and went right out to start cooking dinner. By the time I got dressed and regained composure, Two pizzas were in the oven. Conner, obviously knowing what we did, busting into a laughing fit as I walked into the kitchen.

Ty leaned against the counter and laughed too. “Baby, you just did the walk of shame.”

I put my hands on my hips. “So did you.”

Ty shook his head and reached his arms around me. “Nah, I just tapped the hottest ass on earth.”

“Ya’ll are sick. Can we eat dinner without it bein’ all tainted.”

My brother was still sitting at the table, so I walked right over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“Get your hands off of me. You smell like sex and after listening to you two for the past half hour, you’re lucky I waited to send your daughter in after the moanin’ stopped.”

I smacked the back of his head. “You stupid ass. She saw Ty naked.” Conner shook his head, while I looked to Ty for help. “Are you going to say somethin’?”

“I quit my job today.”

That was not what I expected him to say. “You what?”

He shrugged and grabbed me by the waist. “I gave my notice yesterday. The farm is doing awesome and Conner and I have more work than he can handle alone. Harvey and my dad are getting old, so it’s time I take things on full time.” I was totally in shock. I guess I just never thought he would do it. “Say something.”

“When is your last day?” It was all I could think of.

“It’s supposed to be next week, but the boss said I can go ahead and start getting my shit out of there. His brother in law lost his job, so he’s just going to take my spot.” He grabbed my hands and kissed them. “Baby, that’s why I want you to stay home. I want to be able to have lunch with my wife every day. I want to be able to stop in and see you if I get free moments. I don’t want you to have to ask for days off. You have your own clients, you can cut their hair here if you want.”

“You’re goin’ to get sick of seein’ me all the time.”

Ty looked me right in the eye. He brought his lips to my forehead and kept them there. “There is no way I could ever get tired of seeing my beautiful wife. If I haven’t proved myself to be a devoted husband and father then I don’t know what else to do but spend every moment giving you everything your little heart desires. I love our life, Miranda.”

I was so happy. My family was healthy, my children were perfect and I had the best husband anyone could ever want. I wrapped my arms around my husband and knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful. “I love you too, Ty.”

Chapter 32

Miranda

I hated hearing what Conner did, but his story took away every ounce of pain that was in my heart. My husband was telling truth. He’d never strayed and I owed him a huge apology. Of course, Ty was so overwhelmed with his own happiness that we ended up in the bedroom. I’m kind of glad Conner was still at the table, but knowing my husband, he would have started f**king me right there.

We no sooner made it into our bedroom when our clothes started ripping off, and when I say ripping, I mean they were trashed. Our kisses were aggressive and so was Ty. He picked me up and shoved me into the wall, sending two pictures crashing to the floor, while never breaking our tongue filled kiss. I wrapped my arms around his back and dug into his shoulders as he kissed my neck. My ni**les tingled and I could feel myself getting wet every time my tongue touched his.

Ty took a hand and shoved everything off of our dresser to sit me on it. He backed away and walked out of his pants before kissing me again. I bit down on his bottom lip and pulled it away from his face. When I knew it hurt him, I let go.

He pushed my head back against the wall and dove into my chest, caressing one breast with his hand while his mouth was all over the other one. I pushed him away from me with my feet and started rubbing myself while he watched. Each time he tried to touch me, I put my legs up to block him. “Sit on the bed.”

He cocked his eyebrow. “No f**king way, I need to touch you.”

I rubbed myself harder and began stroking my breast with my free hand. “I want you to watch me. Back away slowly and tell me how much you like it.”

He bit down on his lip but moved slowly back to the bed. “This is torture.”

“Stroke yourself.” I wet my finger and rubbed it over my nipple as my husband took his hard c**k into his hand. He wanted to close his eyes, but fought to watch me. “What’s next, Babe?”

He licked his lips and from where his eyes were focused I knew he was looking between my legs. He could barely speak, he was already so worked up. “Does it feel good?”

I rubbed faster, looking down at what I was doing. Poor Ty stopped moving his hand and just stared at what I was doing. “It feels so good.”

“I bet it tastes so good.”

I backed my body up onto the dresser and brought one leg up. Slowly I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it.

“Fuck this shit!” Ty came at me before I could argue. He picked me up off the dresser and threw me onto the bed. His mouth found mine, but only for a couple of seconds. “I can taste your pu**y on your lips.”

“Oh yeah, you like that shit?”

“You know I do.” He grabbed me by the waist and turned me over on my stomach before pulling me down over the edge of the bed, so my legs were touching the floor. I felt a hard slap on my ass and then him rubbing where the pain was setting in. Ty ran his hands up the center of my back and grabbed onto my shoulder. “I’m going to f**k you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

I reached between my legs and made contact with his balls as he moved his hard c**k all over the base to my ass. Then he slid it down and slapped it on my pu**y, making me cry out. “Please, Ty.” I climbed back onto the bed, but only to put my ass up in the air more. Ty loved when I was face down and ass up. He reached between my legs and shoved two fingers deep inside of me. I started rocking back and forth against his fingers.

“Is this what you want?” He leaned down and whispered into my hair.

“No! You know what I want. Babe. Please.” He removed his fingers and drove himself into me as far as it would go. I cried out and lost my balance, falling face first onto the bed. He climbed on the bed behind me, never letting himself fall completely out of me. Ty pulled at my waist and thrusted himself harder and harder, making loud slapping sounds. “How’s it feel, Baby?”