The thing that got to me the most was the fact that she was denying the connection that she’d felt to Ty since the day she was born. I wasn’t being silly. Everyone could see it and, up until all this happened, she wouldn’t have denied it either.
Her inability to act right was our fault. Maybe we never should have lied to her, but being her father was so important for Ty.
Sure, we wanted to cover up a lie, and in a selfish way make her believe that he was her father, because Tucker never wanted her.
None of that mattered to her. All she saw was us betraying her.
I kept my eyes closed in the shower and tried to clear my head. After doing my wifely duties, I knew it was only a matter of time before he required more attention.
I had to give it to Ty, when the going got tough, he craved affection, like a baby needing his mother. He wanted to feel loved and in control. Who could blame him for that? It made complete sense.
I didn’t realize Ty had come into the bathroom until the shower door creaked. I didn’t turn around, knowing it was him wrapping his arms around me and nestling his head against my neck. “Are you okay?”
“What do you think?”
I turned around to face him. The water was soaking his hair and he looked up so it hit his face. Once he was done, he adjusted the showerhead and looked down at me. “I know you’re not good with patience, but you’re goin’ to have to learn to be. This isn’t somethin’ that one conversation is goin’ to fix, babe. Look, we’re a family, and I know this might suck right now, but it won’t last forever. Regardless who got me pregnant, you’re the only father she’s ever had. She knows that, even if she refuses to admit it, right now.”
“It hurts so much. I feel like my life is over, even though I know it isn’t.”
I wrapped my arms tightly around him, laying my head against his chest. As I closed my eyes, I could feel that he’d begun to cry. His body shook as he sobbed and I couldn’t look at him, because I knew I’d lose it as well. He needed to let it out, instead of keeping his emotions bottled up.
After he settled down, I took my time washing the both of us. Ty leaned against the shower wall with his eyes closed. I knew he was trying to relax, although it seemed impossible. Even though what we were going through was horrible, I had to appreciate his devotion to Bella. It only proved to me that he deserved to be the only father to her. I hate to admit it about anyone, but I was glad Tucker was dead. There was no way I’d ever want her to know him, or anyone else in his family.
When we got out of the shower, Ty didn’t say much. He dropped his towel next to the bed and climbed in naked. I did the same, knowing that putting on clothes would be a waste of time. Clearly, his intentions to be close to me hadn’t gone away.
We met in the middle of the bed. His arms pulled me close and our first kiss was slow and passionate. I liked when Ty kissed me that way. It was more than just a physical kind of kiss. There was no tongue involved; just our lips pressed together, like he was being fueled by my love for him.
When they finally began to intensify and our tongues began to play together, I knew his plans hadn’t changed. Ty always chose sex over cuddling, not that I ever complained. After all of the years that we’d been together, it never got old. We experimented and kept things new, so that the only thing we had to complain about was finding time to be alone. Often, we’d end up sneaking a quickie in our closet, or other places where the kids wouldn’t look.
I could tell he was getting turned on. As my hands traveled, his kisses became ravenous. “Are you tryin’ to eat me alive?”
“Maybe,” he said as he nibbled on my neck. Ty took my hand and put it against his cock, where he made it jump.
I giggled, imagining him thinking something like that would impress me. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d stood on top of the bed, swinging it around and claiming to be a helicopter. Then he proceeded to say it was having engine failure when it started to jump up and down. As fascinating as it was that men could control that muscle, I was definitely not turned on. Instead, I laughed so hard that I think I may have peed a little. Tears had run down my eyes, and Ty got so offended that he went to bed angry.
His obsession with his own penis was sometimes disturbing, and after seeing how my boys acted, I knew they’d both be the same way. Just the other day, they got punished because they were standing in the tub peeing on each other and laughing about it.
Who does that?
“It’s throbbing for you, baby.”
His sentence brought me back to the task at hand, literally.
I took ahold of him, feeling his stiff girth with my palm. After just a few strokes, he was giving me that look, like I was in for a good time.
I dug my hands into his wavy brown hair, pulling him into a deep kiss, where our teeth collided. His tongue was warm and as it mingled with mine I could feel that fire between my legs. Ty could make me wet just by talking to me dirty, so I wasn’t surprised that our emotions were heightened in lieu of our predicament. Then that fire ignited again between my legs. My body began to react to the way he explored my skin, while our tongues became one as they moved around. His hand found what it was looking for, when I felt it sliding between my legs, touching me in that special place that he knew so well. It brushed over the lips of my sex, before spreading me open and allowing him to feel just how much I wanted to be with him.
He started kissing his way down my body, taking a few extra moments to suck hard on each of my tits. When his tongue flicked each nipple, cries escaped me. I was breathless for his persuasive moves in getting me hot and bothered. Ty’s hands knew me too well. They knew where to touch me, in spots that no one else would ever know. He knew how much I loved it when he teased my nipples with his tongue. He wasn’t just sucking on them or licking them. As his lips pulled away, his teeth bit down. It felt so good and I ran my hands into his hair, holding him in place with a fist full of locks. While he was already on his knees, he softly kissed down my stomach, stopping before he reached the top of my most sensitive area. He looked up at me and laughed, while still placing kisses on my inner thighs. “Spread these legs, because I’m planning on eating my way to your heart.”
I watched him reach out and run two fingers over the lips of my pussy while watching himself doing it. He licked his lips and the tingling throughout my body increased. He flicked my clit, sending pain and pleasure from my sensitive bud all the way to my nipples. Ty moved his fingers down and started rubbing my lips, then back up to my clit. I watched him licking his lips, like I was the biggest steak he couldn’t wait to dive into. When his mouth made contact with my throbbing pussy, I thought I was going to lose it. I felt his tongue driving into my hot spot, not slow like he’d done a million times before. He made it hard, and pierced it in me like a dick, while his thumb rubbed over my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to make my body shudder and feel waves of pure physical bliss. His tongue moved faster and I pulled his hair as I cried out in pleasure. “Oh God, yes, please don’t stop, Ty.”
He kept licking, savoring my juices as I attempted to catch my breath. It amazed me how much a little stress could make sex a different experience. All of my senses became heightened, perhaps because we needed to focus everything on what we were doing, instead of what we were worried about.
I was still shaking when I felt him teasing my entrance with his hard shaft. As much as I wanted him to fuck me, I was getting off by his teasing. The more he rubbed that hard dick over my throbbing bud, the more I cried out in pleasure. It was hotter than my skin and each time it rubbed over it, the heat gave me waves of throbbing pleasure, repeatedly. “Please, Ty. I want you so bad and I don’t want the boys wakin’ up and ruinin’ it.” I dug my fingers into his shoulders, using my own strength to grind my body against his. He knew he was driving me insane and that I didn’t want to wait much longer to have it. I moved my hips, grinding them into his erection, causing him to adjust his position.
“Eager little beaver. Calm
down, this shit feels too good to rush through. I know you want this dick.” He rubbed it over my pussy again. My body bucked and soft, moaning cries escaped me again.
“I do. I want it so bad.” I licked my lips while looking him right in the eyes.
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 pussy 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 nipples. 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.”
Jake pulled on his brother’s vest. “Take it off!”
I grabbed them and pulled them apart. “Alright, let’s not fight about it. If your mom says it’s fine, then let your brother wear it. It’s his body. If he wants to look like a complete freak of nature with a Kid Rock obsession, it’s his choice.”
I heard the door closing and the women coming into the house as Jax ran out of the bathroom.
By the time I reached where they were standing, Miranda had already gotten an eyeful of Jax’s choice of attire. “Seriously? Jax Mitchell, get your butt in that bedroom and put on normal clothes.”
He put his hands on his hips and stood still. “No! Dad said I can wear it.”
I noticed Izzy laughing, but as soon as our eyes made contact, she froze in place. It was as if there was no one arguing in the room. Only the two of us existed in a bitter stare down.
Miranda nudged me as she grabbed Jax by the collar and started walking him back into his bedroom. His arms were flailing around as he tried to fight free. Izzy followed behind them, heading straight to her room without saying a single word to me.
All I could do was stand there next to Jake, feeling like I meant nothing to her. I don’t
know why I couldn’t help myself, but I followed her into her room, where she refused to turn around and acknowledge me.
I started to say something, when she suddenly turned around. She was focused on my face, but her demeanor wasn’t friendly. Her eyes looked like she was trying to telekinetically hit me with things. That knot in my stomach returned, but this time, it was filled with both pain and disappointment. “I just wanted to wish you a good first day back at school, Iz.”
When she didn’t reply, I walked out of the room, saying nothing more. In fact, I headed out to pick up Conner and start on our rounds without saying goodbye to anyone.
Conner, like every morning, was already outside. He was feeding the hunting dogs in their pen and giving them fresh water. “I thought you said you were going to make the girls start doing that.”
Conner turned around and rolled his eyes. “That shit lasted one day. They dumped the whole bag of food in the pen and left it there, and then it rained. These two idiots would eat themselves to death if they could.” He pointed to the two dogs.
“I’d rather be in there with them than at my house right now.”
Conner turned off the hose and wrapped it back up. “What’s that supposed to mean? Randa cut you off or somethin’?”
I blew air out of my mouth. “Shit, you know that’s not happening.”
“I heard about Bells. That’s messed up, man. I know how much you two wanted to take that to the grave.”
“Yeah.” I kicked around some gravel. “It would have been nice.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Everything is so fucked up now. I don’t even know who to be mad at. I mean, I hate that Noah and Iz took it upon themselves to look into Tucker, but I can’t blame them. I would have done the same thing. Kids are curious that way.”
“Have you talked to her?”
“I tried. She slept at my parent’s house, and this morning she refused to speak to me. It’s never going to be the same again, man. I can tell. She’s never going to look at me as nothing more than a liar.” My throat started burning and I had to fight my emotions. It wasn’t like I wanted Conner to see me all vulnerable. He’d have a field day for weeks picking on me.
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