I smacked him again and turned to check on the kids. Like every time their dad did stupid pranks, they seemed to be taking the situation way better than I had. Izzy had put on her headphones and shook her head, while the boys were back asleep, as if it had never happened.
“I could have hit my head on the windshield.”
“I checked to make sure you were buckled, geesh, give me some credit!”
“If you don’t stop laughin’ right now I’m goin’ to beat the crap out of you. You scared me to death, Ty. It wasn’t funny.”
He laughed even harder. “You should have seen your face. Your eyes popped out of your head and you screamed, even when you had no clue what was happening.”
I turned my body toward the passenger door and refused to look at him. “If you do it again, I’m cutting off your balls with scissors. I’m not kiddin’ either. Just try me, smartass.”
I think he understood that he’d pissed me off, because for the rest of the ride he was on his best behavior. Almost daily, people asked me how I could be married to someone like Ty. I don’t think they understood the joy that he’d brought into my life. Every day, no matter how crazy life got, I thanked God for giving him to me. Maybe it was hard for people to see his gentle side, the part of him that he only let the people he was closest to see. He’d give his life for his family and never regret it. He was strong and did his best to take care of us to the greatest of his ability. I appreciated him, but I didn’t want to remind him every second of every day. When he was driving me crazy he needed to be put into place. Cutting him off from sex was always my go-to. It got his attention, and like a kid in time out, it worked wonders.
It was late when we arrived at the guesthouse. The kids had been asleep for a while, and I knew that if we went over to see Colt and Van, they’d get a second wind and we’d be up all night with them.
As much as I was dying to see my cousins, we put the kids to bed and got settled in. Ty called and let Colt know we’d arrived, but we’d decided to surprise my mom and John with our visit. She was going to be so excited, especially after just finding out that Bella was going to be okay.
I found Ty sprawled out on the couch. Since I was still angry with him for his prank in the car, I sat in the chair across from him. He smiled and patted the small area on the couch in front of him. “You belong over here with me.”
“I’m mad at you.”
He took his index finger and motioned for me to come. I shook my head.
He reached down in his pants and made a face like his dick was aching to be touched. I rolled my eyes and continued to fight him.
“I need to cuddle.”
“I’m comfortable where I am. Besides, maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to scare the life out of me earlier. You know I hate riding in cars at night.”
He chuckled. “I’d never let anything happen to my family, baby. You know that. I’m sorry. Will you come lay with me, please?”
“I’m kind of tired. I think I’m just goin’ to go to bed.” I stood up and headed into the bedroom, smiling because I’d given him the cold shoulder.
I’d no sooner changed and came out of the bathroom to find him in bed. I attempted to ignore him by climbing in and rolling onto my side, my back facing him. Ty brought his hand near and traced the silk nightgown that I was wearing. He groaned in my ear. “Gimme some lovin’.”
I shook his hand off me. “No! I’m goin’ to sleep.”
He tried again, pulling the covers off of me, and wrapped one arm over to lie on my breast. “Please.” He rubbed his palm over the silk where my nipple sat and it immediately got hard. I tried to fight him, staying completely still, not allowing him to know that it was already turning me on.
He pinched it between his fingers and let it go, only to rub it with his whole hand again. I could feel tingling between my legs, as I stayed as still as possible. “Goodnight.”
Ty wasn’t giving up without a fight. His hand left my breast and trailed down to the edge of my nightgown. He lifted it up slowly and began massaging the skin of my ass. I kept my eyes closed and ignored him, all the while feeling my body heating up. I didn’t want him to stop touching me, albeit I also didn’t want him to know that I liked it. “You’re not fooling me, you know.” His hand traveled, further down, until he was tucking it under my panties. I’d been discovered the second I felt him separating my folds and getting a feel of the wetness that I was already there, accumulating by the second. “Oh yeah, I knew I was right.”
“You were not. Just because I’m wet doesn’t mean I want your ass. A girl can fantasize all on her own, you know?”
He laughed and went down under the covers. Ty tugged down my panties. “I never needed permission, not when I can have you begging instead.” I knew what he was doing. It would have been stupid to try and fight him, when I knew I would be reaping the benefits of his crafty tongue. He went right to work, teasing my clit while pulling my lips open so the cold air heightened the sensations. I dug my hands into his hair and pushed his face hard against my pussy. The more he licked, the more my body bucked, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. He was going to have to work for forgiveness. Ty stopped and looked up at me, placing his warm tongue against my bud. I smiled and pushed his face back down. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”
He groaned but kept at it, lapping up my juices and taking me to the brink of orgasm. I bit down on my lip, knowing I was about to feel those couple seconds of bliss. My back arched and I tugged on his hair, while holding him down there. He applied pressure to the way his tongue moved against my clit. I bit down on my lip and finally yelled out, letting the moment overwhelm me with relief. “Oh yeah, harder. Lick it harder.”
I was right there, happy, content, relaxed – until I heard one of my sons. My eyes shot open and I turned my head to see him standing there over the bed. Ty’s mouth was still down there, pressed against my naked pussy, with no covers near him to grab. He took his hands and covered up his face, but I knew right away that Jax had gotten an eye full. His face was red and he was staring at me. “Oh shit! Jax, What are you doin’ in here?”
More than anything, I wanted to hide under the covers and cry. It never failed. We were always caught by our kids in inappropriate situations. I should have known to check the lock on the door, but in the heat of the moment I’d forgotten to.
Ty grabbed the covers and put them over my body, before making his way above the covers. I refused to look at my husband when I was utterly terrified at what my son had witnessed.
“I can’t sleep. There’s a monster under my bed.” He paused for a second and looked from me to Ty. “Were you and daddy playing with no clothes on?” His smile made me feel so uncomfortable. He started to climb on the bed with us. “Is daddy tickling you?”
I was so embarrassed.
Ty slid out of bed, taking control of the horrible situation. “How about we go and see what’s under your bed?”
Jax looked back at me as they walked out of the room. It took me only seconds to not only put my clothes back to normal, but add a pair sweatpants to the mix. As horny as my husband was, he was definitely not getting anything else, not after what had just happened.
He came back about ten minutes later and jumped on the bed. “Everything’s fine. I told him that I was checking you for ticks and found one. I told him I had to kiss your boo boo, to make it better.”
“He’s not an idiot. At some point he’s going to wise up to your stupid excuses. Why didn’t you lock the door?” He started rubbing my arms, and kissing my neck again. “Seriously, Ty. It’s not happenin’.”
“He won’t come back in.”
I rolled over. “Thanks for the cunnilingus. It was fantastic.”
I heard him sigh as I closed my eyes, smiling the whole time. I knew I’d be uncomfortable around Jax tomorrow, but I was too tired to even think about the repercussions of him catching us. All I wanted to do was sleep.
Chapter 7
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Cock-blocked by one of my kids, again. It never failed. I’d just gotten to the pivotal moment of entry. She was giving in and I had her exactly where I wanted her. In a moment she would have been begging me to give it to her. But no. It never worked out that way for me, not with my kids. They had some kind of radar that picked up on any kind of horniness or sexual innuendos. They knew when to come in and ruin the moment.
Once again I went to bed rock-hard, knowing that when I woke my balls would be aching.
Miranda didn’t wake me up when she climbed out of bed the next morning. I could hear the boys running around on the hardwood floor, so I rolled over to check the time on my phone. It was six, and the sun had probably just come up. I rolled over on my back and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. It wasn’t like I didn’t have to get up early every morning. Conner and I were usually at it before the sun came up, but when I had a chance to sleep in, I took advantage of it. Everyone has a breaking point, where their bodies needed to rest to catch up. The past month had taken so much out of me. All I wanted was to be able to relax for a couple days and not have to worry about work or anything else.
Izzy came into the room. She looked to be half asleep, so I pulled down the covers and she climbed in the spot beside me. “What’s wrong, Iz? You feeling alright?”
She shrugged and let me cuddle with her. “I’m tired and those dummies jumped on the bed until I got up.”
I laughed, closed my eyes and felt content with her there. “Go back to sleep. daddy’s got your back.”
There was going to be a time when Iz didn’t want to cuddle with her daddy. I had to enjoy every minute with her, knowing she was growing up way too fast.
I must have been holding her too tight, because she began to wiggle out. “I’m hot.”
I let go of her and she turned, giving me a weird look. “What? You said you were hot.”
Iz leaned up on her elbow and looked right at me. “You have pretty eyes. I like brown eyes better than blue.”
“You have your mother’s eyes, Iz. They’re beautiful and so are you. I love how much you look like your mom.”
“Yeah, but Jake and Jax look like you.”
“They’re boys, Iz. Be glad you don’t look like them. You need to be able to say you’re not related if they do something terrible in public. If you looked alike, you’d never be able to pull that off.” I winked at her and she smiled. Sure, if she were my daughter biologically, she’d probably have gotten my brown eyes, but it isn’t a given. There are plenty of kids that look different and share the same parents.
“You have a point.”
I tickled her, making her laugh before I backed off.
Of course, I hadn’t considered that we’d make enough noise for the boys to hear us. Jake came barging in. He didn’t stop until he was on the bed, standing over us like he was going to attack us. “Get up, butt faces!”
Izzy pulled the covers over her head and started screaming. “Get him away from me!”
I grabbed one of his legs and took him down. He fell at my feet, but I didn’t let go of him. Instead, I dragged him up towards us. He kicked and screamed until I saw his brother coming in out of the corner of my eye. With Jake kicking me, I kept focused on him. Izzy started kicking him back. Jax jumped up and began hitting her while she hid under the covers. I grabbed him by the underwear and yanked him toward me. Due to the instant wedgie I’d given him, he screamed out.
A loud whistle made the four of us freeze in place. Miranda stood in the doorway with a spatula in her hand. “What’s goin’ on in here? Do I need to bust some asses?”
“Bust Dad!” Jake yelled.
Jax laughed while Izzy peeked out from under the covers. Miranda crossed her arms and shook her head. “I saw them naked last night.” I knew my wife was mortified. Her eyes went from accusing to humongous.
“You did not. You must have been dreaming.”
He looked puzzled. “Jake,” I said while winking at Miranda. “Did you see me and Mom naked last night?”
He shook his head.
“I came in to get you to look under the bed.”
“You had to have been dreaming.” Thankfully, I knew his brother wouldn’t have remembered me being in there. We’d woken him up at night and given him his medicine when he was sick and he never remembered.
“I swear, I saw you and Mommy in this bed all naked and touching each other. You were kissing on her privates and said she had ticks.” He pointed to his own crotch.
Miranda covered her mouth and I almost burst into laughter. “Hey, that never happened. Now get your mind out of the gutter and go change into something else. It’s chilly out and super hero pajamas are not allowed,” Changing the subject was going to be the only way to make him stop thinking about seeing us.
Truth be told, when I was their age, I knew a lot more than I should have, or at least thought I did. The two of them together were worse than me, so I probably wasn’t fooling anyone.
Jax was confused about what he perceived as reality, not that I cared. As long as he thought he was dreaming, it didn’t matter what he was thinking about in that little head of his. For now, Miranda was in the clear. They’d all seen her naked before. The woman never had a second to herself. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom without them coming in needing something from her.
Izzy finally pushed the covers all the way down once the boys retreated to go get dressed. “Daddy, can you take me to Noah’s after breakfast?”
“Sure can, as long as you go put some clothes on and brush those nasty yellow teeth. What if he has a cute friend over? Those funky things would send him running in the opposite direction.”
She giggled. “I don’t like boys. They have B.O. and say curse words.”
Miranda walked over and sat on the bed, laughing her head off. “That’s right. Boys stink!”
“Except for Dad.” She looked up at me with a smile and I kissed the top of her head.
Miranda smirked. “Your dad was one of those boys, when we were kids.”
“Eww. He was?” I liked that Izzy only thought of me as being awesome. She was eleven, an age where she wanted to feel like she was grown up, but had so much to learn before that could happen. Miranda and I always tried to be straight with her if she had questions, no matter how absurd they might have been.
I still had to deny ever having body odor. “I’ll have you know that I never stunk. Your mother is full of bologna.”
Izzy giggled and climbed out of the bed. “I like the way he smells.”
I nudged Miranda and she gave me her annoyed look. “Yeah, well, he didn’t always smell so wonderful. He was a stinky boy, who said stinky things for attention.”
“Did you think he was cute?” Izzy was laughing, but intrigued that we knew each other as kids.
It wasn’t like we were close. I’d see her in the summer when I visited. We called each other cousins back then, and I never would have considered her someone to date. “We were kissing cousins,” I joked.
“You were not.” Izzy couldn’t stop laughing and neither could I.
I continued telling my fake story, while chuckling through it. “She used to chase me around, trying to kiss all over me. You should have seen her.”
Miranda slapped my side. “That is not true. Your dad was annoyin’. I never would have liked him back then. He stared at older ladies boobs too much.”
She’d called me out, in front of my precious girl. I had to defend my honor to all pubescent men. “In my defense, boobs were an amazing discovery for a boy. It was only natural to want a peek.”
They both cringed.
“You’re gross. I’m gettin’ dressed now.” Izzy jumped off the bed, leaving me there with my agitated wife.
Did I mention that she was holding a metal spatula?
It came across my leg hard. “I can’t believe you said that to her. She’s goin’ to tell all her friends that you’re obsessed with breasts now.”
I
pulled her into my arms. “It’s no secret.”
She wriggled out of my hold and stood in front of me. After shaking her head, being at a loss for words, she walked out of the room, leaving me in bed all alone.
Twenty minutes later, after a shower, shave and a clean pair of clothes, I felt awake enough to join the chaos at the breakfast table. Miranda had made eggs and creamed chipped beef. I sat there staring at the boys, ripping apart bread and creating a tower on their plates. Knowing that they barely ate that much, it was obvious it would get wasted. “I think you both have enough bread.”
They looked at me and kept ripping more pieces anyway.
Miranda handed me a cup of coffee and noticed their plates. “Seriously? Cut it out you two. It’s too early for you to not listen. We’re here to visit, not to cause anyone grief. Do you understand? I will let Uncle Colt put you over his knee.”
They looked at each other and laughed at her.
“Hey, listen to your mother, or I’m going to put you over my knee after Colt’s done with ya. Got it?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Iz sitting quietly, eating her food, as if nothing crazy was going on around her. She smiled and I winked back at her, being thankful that one of the kids could act right at the table.
“Jax farted!”
Sometimes, though, it was hard not to laugh, especially considering that every meal consisted of some sort of conversation about poop or farts. “Do you want to not eat?”
“Jax, please go in the other room if you need to do that. This is the kind of thing that we don’t do in other people’s homes.” Miranda was constantly giving them life lessons, not that they paid her any mind. I wondered if they were even listening to her, because all of the sudden an extremely loud passing of gas noise filled the room. The boys were falling over in laughter. Even Izzy was laughing. I tried to keep composure, for as long as I could hold my breath, but finally it was too difficult.
As soon as I started laughing, Miranda left the room. I didn’t mean to contradict her correcting them, but they were a riot, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t done the same thing. They were just being boys.
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