Risking Fate

by Jennifer Foor

  Miranda climbed into the shower and started letting the water run down her body. It didn’t help that the shower was glass and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I knew she was conscious about her weight, but nothing was sexier to me than seeing that pregnant belly of hers. Just knowing my children were growing inside of her made it so easy. Her tiny body had gotten just a little more curvy all over. I loved holding her hips and her even fuller breasts.

  She turned around and saw me watching her. Of course, she gave me a smile before leaning back against the shower wall. Her soapy hands slid across each of her breasts as she bit her lips and kept her eyes on me. Her lathered hands traveled down her belly and brushed over her tiny pussy. As she threw her head back and let out a gasp, I felt something tugging at my pants.

  Without her permission, I started stripping off my clothes, forming a trail as I headed toward the shower. Miranda smiled as I climbed in with her and she immediately had her mouth on mine. “What took you so long?”

  “I thought you wanted to hurry and get back.”

  “The kids are sleepin’ and you got me all hot again.” She licked my bottom lip.

  I teased her tongue with mine. “It doesn’t take much.”

  “Bein’ pregnant makes me horny.” She reached down and grabbed my cock into her hands. They were soapy and as she stroked, the friction felt amazing.

  Me likey….

  I reached my hand down between her legs and noticed she wasn’t wet from the shower or from soap. “You’re so ready. Tell me how you want it.” I loved hearing her say it.

  She leaned down and nibbled my nipple with her teeth. “Hard.”

  I turned her fine ass around and pressed her against the wall. I heard her gasp right before I smacked her little ass cheek. I gripped it in my hand and shook it before rubbing it gently with my palm. “Like that?” I took a hand and reached around to grabbed one of her supple breasts. While pinching her pink nipple, I sucked on her shoulder.

  She moaned, “More.”

  Miranda was so wet for me that I couldn’t help taking my length and slapping it between her legs. She liked when it hit her clit, making it swell up. She cried out as I did it a few more times. I bit her shoulder again, just enough to hear her moan. “You like it?”

  I kept my length up against her hot pussy sliding it back and forth against the wetness. “Please Ty.”

  I was throbbing, just dying to slip inside of her and give her all that I had to give. I grabbed one of her legs and steadied it on the shower ledge as I slowly entered inside of her. Miranda placed both palms of her hands flat on the shower wall. My hands reached around and found her hips, giving me the help I needed to pull her wet ass against me. The slapping sounds got louder with each thrust, as the water trickled down our bodies. Miranda cried out every time I pulled out and entered her again.

  She bent over even more, giving me a better view of her perfect ass. I couldn’t help running my flat hand over both of her cheeks as the water poured over them. I loved watching my dick going inside of her. Sometimes just watching was enough to make myself come immediately. As I felt the intensity building, I reached over and grabbed one of her nipples. Her body began to instantly tremble and I felt her tight walls start to push me out of her. I loved it when she came. I loved hearing her crying out as her orgasm became so uncontrolled.

  When her body started to relax, and her pussy loosened just enough, I reached down to her swollen little clit and started rubbing hard with two fingers. “You’re not done yet, Baby.”

  Her body began bucking again, giving me the signal I needed to let myself finish. My fingers stopped moving as I tried to control my own self from falling to the floor. Miranda’s body froze against mine and we stayed under the water, both trying to catch our breath.

  She turned around and sat on the little ledge just staring at my naked body. I loved it when she looked at me, knowing all the little things she could do to make me crazy. I leaned down and kissed her sweet lips. “I love this.”

  She looked up at me and smiled, before leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes with a big smile on her face. “Not as much as I love you.”

  I climbed out and grabbed her a towel, before starting to get dressed myself. “Now do you see how there are benefits to you peeing your pants?” I was trying to make her feel better about her little uncontrolled accidents.

  “I can’t believe you still want me sometimes. I feel so embarrassed when that happens.”

  “Miranda, stop saying that. You can’t help it right now anyway. How much of a dick would I be if I judged you for something like that. Baby, you can’t gross me out. Remember I have already seen you have one child. I am totally prepared for two more.”

  She reached up and touched my face. I loved when she smiled at me. “We should get back. I promised Van I would help her with dinner.” Miranda stood up and walked toward the bedroom.

  I followed behind her and sat on the bed as I finished dressing. “Can I have one more kiss?”

  She slipped on her shoe and leaned down to kiss me. I grabbed her wet hair and held her against my mouth. I peeked to see if her eyes were open and they weren’t. I loved that.

  “Can we go now?” She asked as she pulled away.

  “Your mouth is magnificent.” I pulled her against my body. “I love all of things you can do with it.”

  “Ty, stop or I will want to stay and you and I both know you need time to recuperate, besides, I want to get back to Colt and Van and I know you do too.”

  I sighed feeling defeated, even though I knew she was right, in fact my wife was almost always right and she knew it.

  I pouted the whole way back, not because I thought Miranda would change her mind, but because I wanted her to want more later. The truth was that Miranda got so tired during the day. On most nights, I would cuddle with her on the couch and end up carrying her to bed after she’d fallen asleep.

  My fascination with Miranda was cut short when we pulled up to the house and saw Noah and Iz hooking up a wagon to Sam’s collar. The poor dog just sat there while the two Bopsy twins tried to figure out how to tie a knot. Lucky for the dog, neither of them knew how.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked as I approached them.

  They put their hands behind their backs like it kept us from seeing what they were up to. “Nothing!” They both replied at the same time.

  “It doesn’t look like nothin’.” Miranda walked up to Sam and unraveled the rope from around his collar.

  They both looked at each other and refused to look at us. “Do you know that you could have hurt Sam? How do you think your dad would have felt if something happened to her?” I looked at Noah and waited for him to reply.

  Noah shrugged his little shoulders. “He’d be real sad.”

  “That’s right, he would be real sad. You need to get your butts in that house and leave the dog alone. Understand?”

  “Yes, Uncle Ty.”

  Izzy never looked back at us as she ran into the house. She knew I was disappointed in her.

  “Trouble with a capital T.” Miranda started laughing behind me.

  I grabbed her hand as she walked up the steps with me. “Yeah, wait til they become teenagers.”

  “If they are anything like we used to be then we are in big trouble.” Miranda just shook her head and laughed as she talked.

  “You got that right.”

  Van was feeding Christian as we walked in the door. I shielded my hands in front of my face to prevent from seeing her bare breast. “God damn woman, put that tit away!”

  “I’m feeding my daughter. You want another taste?”

  I started gagging immediately just thinking about how bad that shit tasted. “Hell no! I would rather eat dog shit.”

  Miranda was laughing behind me as I walked straight into the kitchen. Colt was opening the crock pot, checking on a pot roast.

  “That smells great.”

  He agreed, “Yeah, Savanna is goin�
� to make her gravy once she’s done feedin’ Christian.”

  “Hope she doesn’t add any of that breast milk in it. That was fucking nasty dude. Have you ever tried that shit?”

  Colt started shaking his head while he laughed. “If you must know, yeah I did. I didn’t think it was as bad as you’re makin’ it out to be. My daughter likes it and that’s all that matters.”

  “Yeah I guess. I’m going to have to start feeding Miranda sweets. My boys ain’t going to like that bitter shit.”

  “Ty, you’re so damn simple. Talk about somethin’ else please.” Colt was disturbed. As funny as it was, I knew when to cool it.

  “Your son was outside trying to tie the dog up to pull him and Iz in the wagon.”

  Colt dropped the lid to the Crockpot and made a dash for the front door. “I stopped them. Sam is fine.”

  Noah and Iz were upstairs playing. We could all hear them talking to each other. “Noah Mitchell, get your tail down here right now!”

  “What Dad?” He stood at the top of the stairs waiting for his father to respond.

  “How many times do I have to tell you not to tie anything on the dog? How many, Noah?”

  The little guy shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.”

  “Do it one more time and you’re goin’ to get it. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Noah went running away from where we could see him. I saw Colt shaking his head and walking back toward the kitchen.

  “Damn Cuz, I think I’m even scared to touch your dog.”

  “Shut up man. This ain’t the first time he tried that shit. Not only could he seriously hurt her, but he could have hurt himself. He needs to learn to listen.” Colt grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and passed one to me. He opened his and began drinking it before the refrigerator door shut.

  “So what were you going to give him? You have a paddle or do you prefer a stick from a tree?”

  Colt cocked his eyebrow. “He was goin’ to get my bare hand on his ass, that’s what he’s goin’ to get. You wait til those boys are born and start causin’ you grief. Don’t be callin’ me whinin’ about it. Your ass can handle that shit yourself.”

  He was right, I knew he was. Colt was trying to teach his son what was right and I respected that. Being that all I had was a little girl, it was harder for me to be so stern with her. Honestly, Miranda would probably say that I didn’t know how to be stern with our daughter. She always said I was too easy on her. I just hated to see her sad. I wanted to do whatever it took to make my little girl happy, even if it was bending the rules sometimes.

  I wondered if I was going to be different when the boys came. Would I be able to be harder on them, because they were boys? Would I know what to do when they got into trouble?

  “I’m really in for it, ain’t I?”

  Colt took another drink of his beer. “I reckon you have a lot of learnin’. Noah is my son and I love him more than my own life, but that kid likes to cause mischief. Mom says that I was just like him, I just don’t remember gettin’ into things like that boy does. Sometimes I think he is testin’ my last nerve.”

  We sat down at the table and Colt started shuffling up some cards. Our family loved to play cards. “What are we playing for?”

  “You already owe me twenty bucks,” Colt teased.

  “Bullshit. You bet me, I didn’t bet you, dick. Besides, you knew all along that shit was nasty.”

  Colt began laughing again. “If you could have seen your face after that first swig, man that was priceless.”

  “It was gross, that’s what is was. Those poor babies don’t even understand. No wonder they cry all the time. Their food tastes like ass.”

  He shook his head while he began dealing the cards. I could hear the girls talking in the other room. They probably wouldn’t even come and sit with us. Since they couldn’t drink, they usually spent their time watching romance flicks while Colt and I stayed up and played cards. I knew we weren’t able to stay to play with everyone tomorrow night, so it was just Colt and I. “I say we play for kid duty tomorrow mornin’. If I win then you and Randa need to take the kids over to my moms and get up with them in the mornin’. If you win they can stay here and I will take away the golf cart keys so they can’t ride out to the main house.”

  “You got yourself a deal, Cuz.”

  We played a game of five hundred rummy, keeping it close the whole time. It went faster with just two people and in no time we were neck and neck and on the determining last hand of the night. The kids had passed out upstairs in the playroom on the bean bag chairs after watching a movie. Savanna and Miranda were sound asleep on the couch, while Colt and I had the baby monitor in the kitchen, listening in case Christian woke up.

  I decided I was going to change things up and hold all of my lay down cards in my hand until I could just go out at once. Colt took his time, collecting and laying down the cards as soon as he got them. I had four jacks and two queens in my hand. All I needed to do was pick up one more queen and I won the game. Lucky ass Colt picked up the card he needed first and threw down three aces. He didn’t have a discard, so he was floating until his next turn.

  I closed my eyes and drew my last and final card. This had to be a good one or I was out of the game and lugging sleeping bodies back on one golf cart. My card was a queen. I threw down everything I had in my hand and discarded the remaining card.

  Colt pounded his hands on the table. We had been drinking for a couple of hours and I could even tell we were being louder than normal. “You prick. That was cheatin’.”

  “Bullshit! There is no rule saying you can’t do that.” I reached my hands up in the air and started to stretch, even adding a yawn to my appearance. “I guess I need to take my wife and get her tucked in. We’ll see you guys in the morning. Not too early though. We like to sleep in.” I winked as I stood up.

  “Asshole! That shit shouldn’t have counted.”

  “You lost Colt. Get over it!”

  “Whatever, I will see your cheatin’ ass in the mornin’.” He gave me a shake of the hand and a half hug as I walked out of the kitchen. I reached down and picked up Miranda and Colt got the door for me. While I was sitting Miranda down, he reached in the other golf cart and got the keys. I saw him holding them up to show me the kids wouldn’t be paying us another early visit. I waved as we pulled away from the house. I won fair and square. There was no doubt in my mind he was going to steal my play and use it on the family tomorrow after we left. I couldn’t help laugh about it as we made our way to the main house.

  Miranda was half awake when we pulled up, but I insisted on carrying her anyway. She didn’t weigh that much, even being pregnant and sometimes it made me feel like her hero.

  I would have liked to take advantage of having another night alone, but my wife was already back to sleep when her head hit her pillow. I took off her socks and her jogging pants and covered her up before climbing into bed beside her. I couldn’t help but sit there and watch her sleeping. Inside of that belly was my boys. I couldn’t wait to meet them and teach them how to live. I loved them so much already.

  I found myself stroking her stomach with my fingertips. Within seconds they were moving all around in there. I fell asleep with my hand across her stomach, while my boys moved all around beneath it.

  Chapter 7

  Miranda

  As much as Ty and I loved to visit, we hated having to leave more. After a very nice brunch, we said goodbye to our family and started our trip back home. Baby Christian’s christening was coming up and we knew we would be back in few weeks to see everyone again.

  It was great that for holidays and family affairs, Ty and I always got to be with our whole family. We didn’t have to fight over which side to go to like other couples.

  It also meant a lot to me that Bella could be with both my mother and Ty’s parents. Even John had become attached to my little girl after dating my mom for going on three years. I wasn’t really sure, but it seemed like somewhere down the
road, they may even consider getting married.

  Our ride back to North Carolina was uneventful. I made Ty stop three times so that Bella and I could use the bathroom. He never complained and wouldn’t even let me drive the whole way. Bella got restless after a couple of hours and finally went to sleep. She had finally stopped crying when we left the ranch. For two years she had cried every single time. I hated seeing her so sad to leave Noah.

  She knew we were coming back in a couple of weeks, so this time she wasn’t as sad. We’d purposely left early so that we could arrive home before it was dark out. The deer were starting to rut and they liked to act all crazy at night. From living in the country my whole life, I knew it was safer to travel in the day where you could see all around you.

  Since Conner lived with us, we knew he would be home when we arrived. Sure enough, he was sprawled out on the couch watching television. Bella went running over and jumped on his chest, knocking the air out of him.

  “Uncle Conner, Daddy got floured.”

  Conner sat up and stretched. He was still yawning when he began to speak. “Floured?”

  “Aunt Van sprayed flour all over Daddy. He was all white.” She was rocking back and forth with her hips as she told him the story. It was the cutest thing.

  Ty walked over and grabbed her up in his arms. “Time for you to get a bath.” She was kicking and giggling as he carried her back to the bathroom.

  Conner sat there waiting for me to explain, so as the giggles continued in the other room, I explained Van’s best prank yet. Conner and Ty were becoming closer, but he thoroughly enjoyed hearing Ty got it this time.

  Once we got Bella to bed and Conner went back in his room, Ty joined me in our bedroom. I loved seeing him in only a pair of boxer shorts. His Mitchell tattoo was sexy, but not as hot as Izzy on his heart. He didn’t even tell me he was getting it. He said he had a surprise for me, but wouldn’t tell me what it was. One night he pulled off his shirt and there it was. Of course, Ty was all smiles over it. He loved our little girl to the moon and back.