Loving Her (9 page)

It was a good thing the puppy was in the kitchen, because the smell of dog shit got everyone’s attention at once. “Whoa!”

“Oh crap!” Van jumped up and grabbed
paper towels and cleaner. “I’ve never trained a puppy before. How long does it normally take?”

Colt laughed. “Darlin’, it’s goin’ to take a little more than one day. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we all take turns lettin’ her out.”

I had to laugh, knowing that Van never really had pets. She didn’t have a clue when it came to puppies. It was pretty funny, considering her husband ran a ranch full of livestock.

After a good fifteen minutes, we settled down and started playing rummy. The kids passed out in the living room, except for Izzy and Noah, who stayed up in his room playing with their
tablets. They were getting too old to play with the little ones anyway.

When it came time to head out, Colt and I carried the boys to the golf cart. Izzy always spent the night with Noah, which was good
, because carrying three sleeping kids was difficult.

We didn’t spend time changing into pajamas
. Instead we stripped down to our underwear and climbed into bed. Miranda turned to face me and smiled. “You’re still thinkin’ about today, aren’t you?”

I shrugged and played with her blonde hair. “I can’t help it.”

“She’s yours in every way, babe. No one can ever take that away from you.”

“In my heart, I know that. I’d do anything to protect her from bein’ hurt. I guess I never considered that something as stupid as buying a puppy could
jeopardize everything we have.”

Miranda
pulled my hand up to her lips and kissed the back of my knuckles. She slid her cheek over the back of my hand and closed her eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us. After all we’ve been through, and everything you’ve done to protect us, I’d never, in a million years, allow anyone to take her from you.”

I leaned over and kissed my wife, keeping my lips there
on her skin. “I love you, baby. For the record, I can last way longer than five minutes and you know it. So does Van, for that matter. You two suck.”

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 nipples, 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 experience
d. 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 pussy. 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?”

I rubbed my
forehead, and sure enough, it was covered in drops of more pudding.

As my body sprung off the bed, I watched
them running out of the room, leaving a mess on the other side. A half used pudding cup had fallen on the floor and splattered everywhere. Beside it was a straw, full of pudding. Apparently, they’d taken the pudding and sucked it up in the straw and then let it drip all over our heads as we slept.

Who does things like that?

My kids, that’s who.

Ty rolled over and saw me cleaning the mess off the floor. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Your sons thought it would be cool to put puddin’ all over our faces while we slept.”

He wiped his face and realized it was all over him. “What the shit? Where are they?” He sat up and looked around the room.
“If they’re smart, they’re halfway to Colt’s by now.”

He stood up, yawned and then stretched. “I’ll handle it.”

“You better, because when I get a hold of them, their asses are goin’ to hurt so bad they won’t be able to sit for weeks.”

I was getting tired of their shenanigans. Why couldn’t they let us sleep in one day? Instead of being considerate, they spent every waking minute conjuring up plans to annoy the hell out of us. It drove m
e crazy.

I found them standing on chairs in the kitchen, washing dishes. With my hands on my hips, I took a deep breath and prepared to scream at them.
For a second, I watched them cleaning, doing something that was nice for a change, and decided to wait until they were finished.

I sat on the couch
, watching them. Once they finished, I sat them each in a chair. “I’m tryin’ to think of a good punishment for the two of you, but I think I have a better idea. I think I’m goin’ to let your uncle put you to work. Obviously, you don’t want to behave, so maybe a day of cleaning up horse crap will do you some good.”

“Mom, please. We won’t do it again
,” Jax pleaded.

“Yeah, we promise
,” Jake added.

“Too late. Get dressed and get some shoes on. Maybe the next time you want to do somethin
’ sneaky you’ll think twice.”

I watched their faces change
from desperate to devastated. They retreated to the bedroom, while I sat there, enjoying the moment of silence.

Ty turned to me and started laughing. “You know Jake is going to throw up, right?”

Jake’s weak stomach would be no match for piles of fresh horse feces. “Yeah, I know it.”

He rubbed his hand
s together. “We need to get this on video.”

I pushed him. “You’re awful.”

“Blackmail makes a boy a man.”

I started to walk away. “You’re ridiculous.”

He smacked my ass. “You love it.”

He was right.

I did.

Colt got a kick out of the boys being punished with work. Noah, on the other hand, liked that someone else had to shovel shit for the day. I also think he was happy, because it gave him more time with his cousin.

My mother and John, who’d only stopped by for a short time the day before, had showed up early for a breakfast at Colt’s mom’s house. She and Lucy were overly excited to be able to entertain. They invited Van’s parents, who also offered to help cook.

Since there was so many of us, breakfast turned out to be brunch. We were all starving.

The weather was nice enough that we all went out to the pool yard and sat at the round table surrounding the area. The cover was on the pool
, and Jake and Jax thought it was cool that you could run across it and not get wet. While the adults sat around enjoying our time together, the kids played tag on the cover. Noah and Bella went off somewhere, like they usually did when they were together. I was trying to relax and enjoy my time with family, but I noticed one thing and it was driving me crazy. Bella never spoke to her father. I think Ty noticed it too. He watched her leave with Noah, and from the look on his face, I could tell there was something wrong.