Risking Fate

by Jennifer Foor

  She started walking away so I walked up and smacked her hard across her ass. “I thought maybe you missed how good I was at it.”

  “Um, yeah, not after kissing Colt. Do you know that sometimes he can kiss me and I have to change my underwear.”

  I put my hands over my ears. “Shut up!”

  She walked backwards toward the house, while she continued laughing at me. “Want to know something else?”

  “If it has to do with you and sex, I’d rather not.”

  “Miranda loves it when you talk to her dirty. One time she couldn’t shut up about it. You need to tease her Ty. I’m telling you, you and Miranda are both too sexual to cut each other off and be okay. When I lost my first baby, Colt and I didn’t touch for over a month. When we finally did, it was so hot.”

  I threw my hands up in the air. “No more details. If I promise I will make an attempt with your idea will you stop talking about it? I hate picturing you naked.”

  She stopped walking and cocked her head. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

  I loved how worried she looked. “Don’t flatter yourself. Have you seen my wife’s tits lately? They’re fucking huge. All I can think about is having them in my mouth. I mean when I wake up, I lick my lips and turn my head to her chest.”

  “Okay, okay, enough!”

  Colt opened the door as we were heading up the walkway. “Dude, get your wife away from me. She tried to seduce me in the barn and then tell me all your sexual secrets. I can’t take it anymore!”

  Colt looked from Van to me and busted into laughter. “So I guess your talk went well?”

  Obviously, he told her to talk to me. “Why couldn’t you just come to me man to man? Why’d you have to send her in to beat me up?”

  “Because you listen to her, you fool. We just want you to work it out, before the rest of the family knows. While you were out here, I was inside talkin’ to your hardheaded wife. You both want the same damn thing.”

  “She said she wants to fuck my brains out?”

  Colt swung his hand in my direction. “Forget you and your jokes. We were tryin’ to help.” He pulled Van into his arms and kissed her. “You ready to head to your mothers?”

  “Wait! You’re leaving?”

  “Just for the night and Bella is coming of course, because God knows she would flip if she couldn’t be with Noah.” Van walked over and cupped my face with her hands. “Find a way back in. Waiting is overrated.”

  “You give terrible advice. Have the couch ready at your parents.” I could go to mine if things ever got that bad. I took my tongue and licked the side of her cheek. “Eww, seriously, Ty, are you ten?”

  Colt shook his head but still laughed as I walked past them and into the house. Conner was leaning against the refrigerator taking a drink of a beer. “When you get a minute, I need to talk to you.”

  I hated blowing him off. “Can it wait until the morning?”

  “I guess.” He walked back toward his bedroom and I heard the door shut.

  Miranda was sitting on the couch, staring at the baby monitor. “Honey, what are you doing?”

  She held up her finger. “Any second now one of them will cry.”

  I sat beside her and grabbed the monitor out of her hand. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because they don’t give me a break. Why can’t they be hungry at the same time? I feel like I’m going nuts here and we just started. How am I going to do this? It’s too hard.”

  She was clearly freaking the fuck out, which was both comical and concerning. “Baby, breathe.” I put my arm around her and pulled her into my arms. She let her head fall into my neck and started to cry. “I’m feelin’ like everything is just so messed up.”

  After pulling her face up to mine, I kissed her slowly on the lips. I kept my eyes closed, worried about the look she could be giving me, but she didn’t pull away. I kept us together letting my lips drag against hers as I spoke. “Please don’t make me stop.” As I drug my bottom lip over hers, she never pulled away. I grabbed her hands and pulled her to stand up in front of me. Tears fell from her eyes and I kissed them off of her cheeks tasting their salty flavor on my lips. I kept both of her hands meshed into mine as we continued a very passionate kiss. I had to be honest, just kissing her like this after the past two weeks made me weak in the knees. From being sick and not having an appetite, Miranda had already lost so much of her baby weight, not to mention she had been all belly, so aside from her stitches and a small little pouch, she almost had her figure back. Of course, that came with a lot of pain and suffering, instead of a healthy diet and exercise. I let go of one of her hands and grabbed her by the chin, before sliding my hand up the back of her neck and into her hair.

  Much to my surprise, I felt my wife’s hand sliding up my chest. When she brushed my bottom lip with her tongue I had to stop and pull away for a second. I let my head rest against hers. “Let me touch you.”

  She opened her eyes and looked directly into mine. Our lips made contact again, as I waited for her answer. The more she kissed me the harder I grew. If Colt and Van’s plan failed, I was going to be spending a long time in a cold shower. I could tell she was fighting herself to give me an answer. I took my lips and lightly kissed down her neck and toward her ear. My tongue stroked the back of her lobe. “Tell me you don’t want me to stop.”

  She squeezed the one hand she was still holding and accepted my next kiss, full on the lips. This time I let my tongue slip slowly into her mouth. At first she didn’t reciprocate, but as I pulled away, I felt her sucking me back into it. Our tongues met and I could feel tingling in my stomach and all the way down my legs, like it was my first kiss with a girl. I reached down and grabbed the baby monitor before starting my backwards walk toward our bedroom.

  When I got her to our bed, I sat her down gently. She looked up at me as I knelt down in front of her. Her eyes intently watched me begin to unzip her sweat jacket. Much to my surprise, her nursing bra was unhooked on one side and I let the jacket fall down below her engorged tit. “Please let me touch you.”

  Miranda didn’t say a word, but she moved her head up and down and bit down on her lip. As my hand slid slowly over the skin of my wife’s breast, she began trembling. The closer I got to her nipple, the more her body shook. I was overwhelmed with guilt realizing that it was my touch making her body shake.

  I couldn’t stop myself, though. I just kept moving my hand until I felt the hardness of her nipple under my palm. I looked from her chest then up to her face to see her teeth chattering and the tears silently falling from her eyes.

  Don’t give up. Make her remember that she’s all you could ever want. Connect with her emotionally.

  I stood up and pulled her up to stand with me. The zipper to her jacket slid the rest of the way down until it unattached itself. She closed her eyes and let me kiss her neck, her cheek and then her lips. I ran my hands across her waist and felt her warm skin on my fingers. Every time I felt her lips chattering, I’d kiss it away. Miranda began initiating our kisses and as they intensified more, she stopped holding back.

  I felt her hands reach for my shirt and within a second it was being pulled over my head. Her lips where wet with my saliva and she licked them as she ran both hands up my chest. I placed both of my hands on her shoulders and let the jacket fall down her back. While she wriggled both arms out, I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

  I sat her back down on the bed and crouched down to my knees, burying my face between her large breasts. They felt so hot on either side of my face. Miranda ran her hands in my hair and pulled me back to look at her. I bit down on my lip as I watched her slowly move her tongue over her top lip.

  My hand came up to stoke her nipple and I could feel that they were leaking. I wanted them in my mouth so badly, but the thought of how awful it tasted entered my mind and I began second guessing myself.

  My wife needed to feel special, like she had a part of me that nobody else could have. She needed to
know that I loved every single thing about her more than I could ever love another person. I stared into her eyes as I stuck my tongue out and drug it over her nipple. She trembled against my mouth as I did it again. My other hand ran up the inside of her thigh and I could actually feel her spreading her legs for me. I pulled my mouth away and licked my lips.

  Miranda was wearing sweat pants since her staples were still across her abdomen. I let her lay back and I pulled them off of her slowly. She laid on the bed in front of me naked and tried to cover her body up right away. I sat on the bed beside her and pulled her arms away from her body. My fingers traced from her neck down to her breasts. I circled her nipples causing them to get even harder. The palms of my hands slid under her breasts and over her sore belly. She was uncomfortable, but I loved every inch of her body. I gently placed small kisses all over her fragile stomach before reaching where the staples sat.

  Miranda watched me as I kissed the staples closer to one of her hips and she continued watching me as I worked my way across every single one until I reached the other side. They were already healing and were so low that only I would ever be able to see them.

  I knew she was still watching me and knew where I was headed. I let my chin press against the base of her pussy as I looked up to my wife. My head moved up and down making her moan as the friction from my stubble tickled her clit. “Tell me not to stop, Baby. Please tell me.” I let my tongue slide one time between her folds.

  Her knees came up on the bed and I grabbed both of them with each of my hands.

  While I waited for her permission, I kissed her inner thigh and intertwined one of our hands together. When she hadn’t answered, I looked up into her eyes. “I need my wife’s permission.”

  “You have it,” she whispered.

  My thumb separated her lips right before my tongue dove into her heat. I was trying so hard to be easy on her body, but the more turned on she got the hornier it made me. Pleasing my wife made me happy, but I needed to be inside of her and I knew we couldn’t. One good thing came out of Miranda’s C-section and that was that her perfect little pussy was untouched. I devoured her into my mouth, sucking and licking every single inch of it until she cried out and clenched her hands into the covers.

  I kissed my way up her body, but it wasn’t fast enough as she grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth onto hers. I noticed two things. She was tasting herself on my mouth and she wasn’t holding back anymore. Miranda’s hands were all over my chest and suddenly diving down into my pants. I felt her nails sliding over my dick before she took it into her hand. When she pulled away from my kisses I got confused.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She looked down at my fully erect cock that she was still holding and broke into a crying fit again. “Babe, I’m so sorry, I just can’t do this. I can’t stop seeing you with her.”

  Yeah, I pretty much went limp instantly and boy did I feel like a real piece of shit.

  I pulled Miranda into my chest and held her tight against me. “It was too soon. I just miss you so much. I thought if we could reconnect, you wouldn’t have any more doubts. I’m trying so hard here.”

  She sniffled and ran her fingertips over my chest. “I know. I’m sorry too. I do want you, Ty. I miss you so much it’s killin’ me inside. I just keep seeing it in my head. It won’t go away.”

  I couldn’t be mad at her. I kept picturing it too. Over and over again I saw Heather sitting on my face. “I know. I hate this.”

  She put her chin on my chest and looked up at me. I lifted my head on one of my arms and looked down at her. “Ty, we can get past this.”

  My other hand ran through her beautiful blonde hair. “You can’t know that.”

  “I do know, because I know you and I are forever. I can’t promise it will be tomorrow, but I know I can’t live without you. I can’t lay here with you and not be moved by your love for me. Whatever happened that night, it has nothing to do with our love, I know that for sure. I can’t forget, but I forgive you Ty. I forgive you because you make my life perfect. I forgive you because you’re the best father to our children. I forgive you because you’re a father to Bella, when you never had to be. I forgive you because when you touch me a fire ignites between us that nobody else could ever make me feel. I forgive you because I know in my heart that you’ve always belonged to me and because you always will.” She kissed my chest and let her head lay down against it.

  I picked her up and pulled her to be side by side with me. “Always.”

  “Yeah.” She reached over to kiss me, but the baby monitor started screaming at us and we froze at first contact. We both started laughing.

  “Guess we should get used to this.” I stood up and started getting dressed.

  Miranda took her time and I handed her the clothes off the floor so she didn’t have to bend down. Since I only put my pants back on, I helped her slip her clothes back on and get off the bed. As we walked into the boy’s room and I picked up a very soaked Jake, Miranda caught my attention. “After we get them changed and fed, I want to continue where we left off.”

  “Okay, we can talk more later.”

  “I don’t want to talk at all. We need to push through this. I have needs.”

  “Smack my ass and call me Sally, are you saying what I think you are, you sexy as shit mother of my kids?” I handed Miranda Jake and he took to her tit like he was underneath a milkshake machine. “Damn, look at my boy go.”

  She started laughing. “Just remember, they now have first dibs on the melons.”

  “Only my spawn get that privilege, ain’t that right boys?” I kissed Jax before changing his diaper, while my wife sat in the rocking chair, finally giving me one of my favorite things she had been keeping from me.

  Her beautiful smile.

  Chapter 28

  Miranda

  I thought I didn’t want Ty to touch me, that I needed more time before I could get over my initial shock of what he’d done, but the more I pushed him away, the more I longed to be with him. After talking to Colt, I realized that if I wanted to get back to where we were, I had to move forward. When my husband came in the house and told me he wanted me, I can’t even describe how I felt. It was both exciting and terrifying for me.

  At first I held back, because I was so focused on trying to not think about those pictures. My body began to shake when his hands touched my skin for the first time. It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched me lately; he just hadn’t tried to touch me like that.

  I must have been fooling myself when I thought I could resist him. Ty could look at me and make me want him, especially when I was angry with him. He knew exactly what to say to get to me and where to touch me to make me beg for more.

  I was surprised it had taken him so long to make an attempt, although with my health being in question, I could understand why he’d waited. Two weeks may have not been a long time, but for our sex life, it felt like an eternity. I may have been angry with my husband, but I had needs too and he was the only man who could fulfill them.

  Technically, Ty and I were supposed to wait at least four weeks to have sex. He didn’t know this, but I’d had sex one week after having Bella. It wasn’t anything he would ever want to know anyway, so I just never told him. Besides, Tucker wasn’t exactly big in the, what Ty would call, meat department. I hardly think he could have even done damage at all. Ty on the other hand was the perfect size, but knowing that I hadn’t had a vaginal delivery with the twins, I knew that I wasn’t in any danger of ripping anything down there. My only concern was the healing staples on my stomach, but as long as we took things slow, I knew we could do it.

  After Ty’s kisses and him going down on me, the last thing I wanted to do was stop, but our boys were awake and they needed to be fed. Since they were feeding so often, my milk was coming in faster than they were drinking it and I found myself pumping just to keep from changing my shirt every five minutes. I found it to be exhausting, but Ty was happy to be able to feed our sons too.r />
  Being the amazing father that he was, he went out and bought two matching chairs when we found out we had two boys instead of just one. When they both woke up at the same time, it was nice to have room for both of us to be in.

  Of course, we should have known that we wouldn’t have another second to ourselves until we were too tired to even stand. Jackson and Jacob were already showing signs of their father’s rambunctiousness. No matter how much they ate and how much we rocked them, they refused to stay asleep.

  “I’ve decided to rename our boys.” Ty kissed Jax while he rocked him.

  I looked down and Jake. He was wide awake too. “Oh yeah, what did you have in mind.”

  “The Cock Block Twins.”

  It hurt to laugh when I was sitting up, but I couldn’t contain myself. Of course, I startled Jake and he started to cry. Ty put Jax up on his shoulder and laughed silently at my dilemma. “You suck.”

  “Shhh, just keep trying, Baby. They have to get tired at some point. I’m not going to bed until I touch my wife some more.” He winked at me and blew me a kiss. “I really like the easy access jacket. In fact, I think you should go bra-less from now on.”

  “I leak too much.”

  “That’s so sexy.” He raised his eyebrows three times in a row to be an ass.

  “You’re sick.”

  “Don’t make me come over there and show you sick. I have no problem sucking on one of them titties myself.” The worst part about that comment was that he was being honest. I had no doubt that he wouldn’t do it just to prove a point.

  “Let’s make a bet.”

  He cocked his eyebrow. “What do you have in mind, sexy?”

  “If you can get Jax to sleep first, I will give you the best blow job of your life. If Jake goes to sleep first, you have to actually drink from my breast for, let’s say, one minute.”

  He scrunched his face up, but I knew he wanted that blow job. “You’re killing me. I can’t pass on a chance for the best blow job ever. You’re on, but I’m only doing thirty seconds. Since I plan on winning, the time doesn’t even matter.”