The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (109 page)

Chapter 2

Ty

I reached over my wife’s still sleeping body to shut off the alarm clock. Ever since our Black Friday adventure, we hadn’t been shopping and were running out of time. Christmas was nearly two weeks away and we were so behind.

I had gotten this bright idea of waking up and driving to the city to Christmas shop and I was suddenly feeling like it wasn’t the best of ideas. The fact that our sons hadn’t woke up before the alarm clock made me even more frustrated. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they were still sleeping, but that meant that I could also still be sleeping.

I sat up and kneeled over Miranda’s sleeping body. One of her hands were to her side while the other was over her face. I reached over and grabbed my pillow, trying to contain my laughter as I held it over my head and got ready to plummet her with it.

Out of nowhere, she opened her eyes. The pillow went flying across the bed.  “I wake you up with kisses, while you plan vicious attacks.” She flipped me over and licked my cheek. “I shall punish you with morning breath.”

I whined and attempted to free her hold on me. “Gross! Let me go. You have same-as breath.”

“Same-as?”

I started laughing. “Yeah, where your breath smells the same as your ass.”

She scrunched her face up and came in for another physical attack on my fragile body. “Don’t hurt me with your claws, woman!”

She stopped moving and looked down at me. “Tell me you’re sorry.”

I started laughing and shaking my head.

Her eyes widened. “Tell me!” She held both of my hands above my head with one of hers, while the other traveled down my abdomen. I could get free easily, but I liked the game. “If you don’t say it right now, you will be sorry.”

I still hated how awake she was in the mornings. Every day she woke up with a smile on her face. She claimed it was always because I was next to her, but I think she was just naturally a morning person who thought kissing up my ass with sweet comments was going to earn her some kind of sexual extras.

“If you tickle me, you’re the one who will be sorry and I will make you take the boys shopping without me today.”

She let go and held up her hands. “You win!”

I climbed back over her to head to the bathroom and she held on to my butt. I couldn’t help but make a joke about it. “Whoa! By touching my ass you do realize what you’re implying?”

She rolled her eyes and put her pillow over her face.

I pulled the pillow away. “Get your hot ass up before I decide to climb back in bed and make you scream my name.” I started walking into the bathroom. “Seriously, baby, get up so we can get going. I promised Iz that we would go get a tree later tonight.” I didn’t wait for her to reply. The boys would be up any minute and be screaming for breakfast. They had just started eating baby food and cereal and boy did they love it. Jake always favored the breast, but Jax tore up some cereal with bananas.

Since the boys were born, my long showers had turned into a whopping seven minute max. In enough time to wash all the important parts, I heard the bathroom door open. I turned to see my wife stripping out of her pajamas to climb in the shower, but I could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t want sex, but I wasn’t about to go without trying.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head under the streaming water. I slid my hands around her waist and let my fingers slide along the lower part of her back. Just that little touch was enough to get my dick hard. Her soft breasts tickled my chest as I pulled her against me.

I grabbed the shampoo and started washing her hair, knowing if I just tried to hit it, she would hit me and get out. As I massaged the designer shampoo into her hair, she leaned into my hands. I used my fingers to massage her scalp and I could tell she was enjoying it.

With my hands still in her hair, I leaned down and kissed my wife. Her mouth tasted like toothpaste and I couldn’t wait to taste her sweet tongue. I pulled away to make sure she wanted to move forward. Miranda knew me better than anyone, which meant she knew just one slip of the tongue would send me over the edge and in need of some of her sexiness.

She leaned up and took her tongue out to lick my bottom lip. Since she’d given me the go-ahead, I opened the shower door and backed her out of it. As the tile floor became soaked due to our dripping bodies, I leaned Miranda against the vanity and finally lifted her to sit on it. She leaned back against the mirror and let me take one of her supple breasts into my mouth. I drug her nipple with my teeth and massaged the opposite breast with my hand, using my thumb and forefinger to squeeze it hard.

Miranda took her legs and wrapped them around my waist, using them to pull me into her. I slipped a hand down and ran two fingers over her sex, finally stopping at her little clit. As I began rubbing her little nub, she laid her head back against the mirror again. “Oh, Ty, please don’t stop, babe.”

“Are you close?”

She let out a whimper. “Yes.”

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I looked down at her perfect pussy. My finger was becoming soaked with her juices and it just wasn’t enough to be touching it. I crouched down and sunk my face between my wife’s legs. She moaned again when my tongue entered her then continually worked up to her swollen clit. I moved my head up and down, putting pressure on that sweet spot and then I began vigorously flicking it with my tongue. Miranda’s strong legs tightened around the back of my head as I felt her trembling body against my mouth.

Miranda didn’t have time to recuperate before I stood up and drilled myself deep inside of her wet pussy. Her hand dug into my hair, pulling my head close to hers, so that she could put those pretty lips against mine with a tongue filled kiss. I kept pumping my cock in and out and Miranda used her legs to help keep up my pace. I reached my hands around to grab her ass and pull myself inside of her further. The slapping sounds from us still being wet turned me on, and the faster I moved, the more it sent tingles through my body. With me holding her ass, Miranda laid back on the vanity, letting her titties bounce around in front of my face. She took one of her hands and played with her own nipple, making it hard. She took two fingers and drug them against her tongue, getting them wet with her spit, and rubbed it around her hard nipple. I felt myself on the verge and had no control over making it last longer. Before I could think about restraining, I was filling my wife with my heated release.

Miranda’s soft lips pressed against mine and stayed there. As I pulled away, I had a smile on my face. “We should do this every day.”

I started drying off as she climbed back in the shower to clean off. “You know it isn’t that easy.”

I pulled on a clean pair of boxers that I had grabbed as I walked into the bathroom. “I’m the boss. I think that I could start  working fifteen minutes later everyday if I had this as the reason.”

Miranda turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. “It isn’t your schedule. It’s the three children who seem to act like radar whenever you touch me.”

We both walked into our bedroom to dress and Izzy was jumping on the bed. “Daddy’s in his underwear.” She covered her mouth and giggled.

I picked her up over my shoulder and then plopped her back down on the bed. “Are you making fun of me?” I began tickling her.

“No!” she screamed and laughed at the same time. “Daddy, stop it!”

Miranda started pulling my arms away from Iz. “Okay, Daddy I think our daughter has had enough tickling. She needs to go get dressed in something warm to go to Mimi’s house.”

My mother had agreed to watch the kids while Miranda and I last minute shopped. I knew Miranda would have rather I stayed home. She hated to shop with me, probably because I loved to be obnoxious. At any rate, since I promised Iz that we were going to go out and cut down a real tree this year, I knew we needed to get most of the shopping done early in the day. “You better get moving. We have a tree to get later.”

When Iz heard the word tree she jumped down from the bed and ran out of our room. Miranda pulled on a pair of jeans and shook her head. “Maybe you should bribe her with a tree every day. She never gets dressed that fast.”

The baby monitor started screaming at us as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. “Keep getting ready, I’ll get them in the kitchen and start feeding them.”

She smacked my ass when I walked past her. “Thanks, babe.”

Sure enough, two screaming, extremely handsome boys were waiting for me in their cribs. Since they were old enough to reach for me, it was easier to grab them out. For the past couple of weeks they had been learning how to sit up without falling back and hitting their heads. Once I changed their diapers, I got them seated in their high chairs in the kitchen. They immediately started to cry while I worked fast to get their food ready. The damn bottle warmer worked so slow. I handed Jax his bottle first while I began spooning bananas into Jake’s open mouth. When Jake’s bottle finally dinged, I grabbed it out of the warmer and handed it to him. I loved how they had learned to hold it with their own little hands.

My two brown eyed boys took their time drinking their formula, while I sat there with a spoon full of bananas waiting for the first one to offer his open mouth. Little Jax saw the spoon and tossed his bottle to the floor. As I brought the spoon to his mouth, he leaned in to it. “ You’re such a little piggy!”

“Who’s a piggy, Daddy?” Izzy climbed up on the back of my chair, hanging onto my neck.

“Your brother.”

She took one look at Jax and laughed as Miranda walked into the kitchen. The boys looked up when they heard her coming and their little feet started moving a million miles a minute. “There’s my cutie pies.” She leaned over and kissed their heads. Then she scooped up Iz and spun her around. “And what does the princess of the house want for breakfast?”

“Mimi said she would make me pancakes.”

“Do you want to go over now by yourself?”

She ran toward the door and started slipping on her shoes. Our eager daughter grabbed the door knob, but Miranda was faster to recognize some steps she’d missed. “You need a coat on and to tell us goodbye before you go flying out of the house.”.

She reached for her coat, but couldn’t get it off the hook. “I need help! Mommy, can you get this down for me?”

Miranda walked over and helped Iz with her coat. She ran over and kissed me before she disappeared out the door. Once Miranda saw her go into my parents’ house, she sat down next to me. “Conner’s truck ain’t here again. Do you know where he’s at?”

I was pretty sure where he was, but Miranda didn’t want to know, in fact, I didn’t even want to know. The less I knew about Conner’s activities, the better. “He’s a grown man. If you’re that worried, why don’t you just shoot him a text. He probably got up early and went somewhere.”

“Did you hear him come in last night?” The gatekeeper wanted answers. These answers could determine my sex life for the next month. Miranda always caved when she was mad, but I hated when she cut me off.

“I was sleeping, baby. He probably has a secret boyfriend and doesn’t want anyone to know he switched teams.”

“You’re dumb. My brother likes women.” I could tell I was getting under her skin.

“Have you ever seen how he stares at my ass? Sometimes I can feel his eyes on it.”

“He does not! Would you be serious for one second. I like knowing he is okay.”

“Just call him if you’re worried about it. I would ask him about his preferences though. He talks about anal way too much to be straight.”

She shook her head and started feeding Jake so I wasn’t doing both. “No, I’m not goin’ to call. He gets mad when I pry, and I don’t even want to know if that last statement was true. Lord have mercy!”

“Pry? Who you?” I rolled my eyes.

She smacked my arm. “Very funny!”

Once we got the boys to my moms, we climbed in the SUV and started on our way to the mall, aka HELL.

Chapter 3

Miranda

Since we lived near a small town, in order to shop, we had to drive to the city. It was a good forty minute drive if you hauled ass. I don't think either one of us minded the quiet time. Our life was filled with chaos, but I wouldn't have traded it. I loved my children and my husband, so much that I would endure everything life threw at me, as long as I knew they were with me.

I was playing with my phone and laughing at the messages I was getting. "Babe, you are never going to guess what Van wants to do as soon as they get here."

It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Van basically had one hobby. It was something she did well, and it was also the only thing she ever wanted to do.  I looked over toward Ty and saw him smirk. "I am not wearing matching colors again." Last year’s Christmas picture on our wall was all of the kids dressed alike, which was cool, and all of the adults wearing green. It was cliché, and every year the pictures got worse. I wasn't saying we shouldn’t coordinate, but damn.

"Good thing she hasn't decided the attire yet."

"Tell her that since we are hosting Christmas this year that we get to pick the outfit."

I glanced over at him as I typed my message. I was shaking my head just thinking of his idea. "You really think she is goin' to agree with you?" A few seconds went by and my phone chimed. I  started laughing.

"What did she say?"

I giggled once more, before being able to tell him. "She says that you can choose what we are wearing for one picture and then she will decide on a second. Thanks Ty, now we all have to suffer twice."

He reached over and grabbed my leg. "Hey, I got a plan."

Ty cackled and I was sure he was rolling his eyes. "You don't have plans, you have ridiculous ideas. No offense, but I don't see her going for anything you come up with."

"She'll get over it." We were on a long stretch of road and from anyone else's standpoint it was just a midway point from one place to another, but for Ty it was something completely different. He pulled over the car and leaned over to me. "Baby, do you know where we are?"

I looked around the old country road and shook my head. "Am I supposed to know?"

He grabbed my hand and kissed my wedding ring. "This is where we pulled over the night of the ABC party. This is where you first told me that you had to sample my goods."

"I don't quite remember sayin' it like that." I remembered that night very well and I don’t remember using the word ‘sample’.

"That's probably because I had you so worked up." Oh, he was so sure of himself, that husband of mine.

I let out an air filled laugh. "Actually, I recall you being the one that was so worked up that he wanted to bust his load in his pants."

I would go there, but only because I knew how Ty was. Two could play his game. He patted my leg. "Baby, you were wearing nothing but Saran Wrap. Do you have any idea how freaking hot you were? I bet ten guys busted a load at that party when they beat off to your image. Shit, they probably still do."

I smacked his arm. "Eww, shut up!"

He leaned over my seat and got close to my face. "It's true. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet. If they didn't then they were blind. If I were them I would beat off to you once an hour."

I kept looking at him, but squinted my face up. "Is this meant to be romantic?"

"It was, up until you messed it all up." He ran his fingers over my lips. "I'll forgive you if you lean over here and kiss me like you did that night." My husband was staring at my mouth.

To be honest, I was sure he was already getting hard thinking about that night. It was so intense and I had wanted him for so long.

He got closer to me so that I could feel his lips almost touching mine. "If I kiss you like that night, we aren't going to be drivin' anywhere for a while."

"I'm okay with that." I nuzzled my lips over his.

The moment his tongue drug over my bottom lip, I was done for. His penis was probably in his pants yelling, 'twice in one day, twice in one day', while I leaned over more to grab his hair and pull him deeper into our kiss. I knew he was going back to that night and thinking about holding me at that party and the body language that I was giving off. I thought about him finally getting me home and ripping off all of that plastic, to finally see me naked for the first time. I didn’t just want him that night, I needed him.

Our tongues mingled together as he brought his hand down and ran it between my folded legs. With one slip, I spread them for him to explore. He rubbed my sex from above my jeans and I pushed my body against his hand. It was broad daylight and we were making out in the family car, on an old farm road.

It was kind of hot.

He pulled away and started kissing my neck. "Don't stop Ty."

He started unbuttoning my jeans. "I'm just getting started, baby."

Things were becoming intense and the windows to the car were rapidly fogging up. Ty wasted no time getting his hand down my pants. He started moving it over my panties, causing just enough friction to make me ready and willing.

Ty's hot lips brushed over my ear. "Take off your pants and climb over here."

I wasn't going to argue, so I let myself slide back into my seat and started removing my jeans as I watched Ty unfastening his belt and opening up his own pants. Once I saw how hard he was, the tingling between my legs intensified. I started climbing over to straddle his seat and I felt the electronic mechanism adjusting the seat to allow me to fit between Ty and the steering wheel.

A car passed just as I sat down on my husband's erection, letting it slid into my wet heat. I leaned back against the steering wheel allowing him enough room to reach a hand up my shirt and play with my breasts.

"I feel like a teenager."

Ty reached both hands up my shirt and pinched both of my nipples at the same time. He groaned and licked his lips. "I can assure you this is way better than any kind of teenage experience I ever had. This pussy is all mine."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips over his, pulling away slowly. "Say it again, babe."

Ty's hands traveled down either side of me until he had a handle on both of my ass cheeks. He squeezed them and began grinding me into him harder. I lifted my hands up and used the ceiling to push off of. "You're all mine, baby. Don't stop!"

I teased his mouth until he gave me his tongue and let me suck it hard. I ran my hands up his shirt and drug my nails down his chest. "You like that, don't you?"

He closed his eyes for a second before giving me that look I knew so well. He was close, and just knowing it, sent me into a frenzy. I reached for the ceiling again, pushing myself into my orgasm more. Ty gripped my ass hard and thrusted several more times before finally relaxing his body completely.

I leaned back on the steering wheel and we both broke into a laughing fit. We'd made it about fifteen minutes from the house and already stopped to have hot sex in our car. I started to slide back over to my side of the car when Ty let out a startled sound. I immediately turned to see what he was looking at. He had cleared a circle on the fogged up driver’s side window to reveal a police officer standing outside the car. Ty looked down at his pants and started fastening them as fast as he could before pushing the button for the window to go down.

"Hello officer!"

I kept my head down and stared at my shaking hands.

"License and registration please." I looked over toward the officer and noticed he was checking out the back of the car, paying close attention to the two cars seats. He looked from the back then toward the front of the car. "Might I ask why you are pulled over?"

I wanted him to make something up, perhaps tell the officer I was sick, but that wasn't how my husband did things.

"Well Sir, after having twin boys and a five year old at home, the wife and I don't get much time to ourselves. We have to seize the moment whenever we can. If you have to give me a ticket for making out with my wife, so be it, but if loving her is wrong then I don't want to be a right."

Oh yeah, he really said that.

The cop cocked his eyebrow and let out a laugh. "I have four girls. To be honest, I can't tell you the last time I had a whole day to spend with my wife."

"Yeah, we are on our way to get all of our shopping done in one trip. I got carried away with hunting season this year and now she tells me how much we have to do before the family gets here." His sarcasm made me want to punch him. Why did guys always find it easier to blame everything on their wives instead of saying that it was partly their fault?

"Did you hear about that fella that got the eighteen pointer on opening day?" When the man started talking to my husband about deer hunting, I knew we weren't going to get a ticket.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard about it. In fact, my dad was showing everyone a picture of it at Thanksgiving."

For the next ten minutes Ty and the police officer talked about hunting. I played with my phone until the officer said his goodbyes and walked back to his car. Ty patted my leg. "Bet you thought I was going to get a ticket."

"I'm speechless. If that were a girl cop it would have gone differently."

"Oh, come on; let's get into the spirit of Christmas, baby. Don't let some old cop ruin our day. Before he approached us, we were having a great time." He grabbed my hand and kissed it again. "I love you so much. Especially when you give me sex more than once a day. I feel like a kid at a candy shop."

“That sounds like a rap song.”

“Seriously, baby, I do love you.”

I leaned over and puckered my lips waiting for him to kiss me. Once he kissed me back, I pulled away and smiled. "I love you too, even enough to agree to have hot sex with you on the side of the road. Let's get goin' we have a lot of people to buy for."

“Anything for your sweet ass.”

So after a pit stop that took nearly forty minutes, we were back on the road.