Loving Her (Mitchell Family #9)(46)

“I’d like to do that. This has been the worst couple months of my f*cking life.”

“You know what they say? The pyramids weren’t built in a day, babe. I have to believe that things will get better. How much worse can they be?”

Ty grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I have an idea. In lieu of everything that’s going on, and since the kids have something to do all weekend, what do you say that the two of us get away? I know you think we need to clean and do shit here, but we both need a break from reality. I say we pack a bag and we just go. I don’t care where and as long as it has a bed, I’m good.”

I looked around the room, at the bed and then back to Ty. Getting away sounded nice and I wanted to unwind. Ty really needed to. “Do you promise to help me clean Sunday?”

He crossed his heart. “Promise.”

“Then let’s pack a bag and get out of here.”

We both jumped up like we were on the run and the cops were closing in on us. I had no idea what I was throwing in the bag, and I didn’t care. Ty was right. As long as we had a bed, I didn’t care where we went. This weekend was long overdue and I had a feeling it was going to help us both immensely.





Chapter 25


Tyler


It was so spur of the moment that, even after we were in the car driving, we still didn’t know where we were heading.

We drove east, both aware that we were going in the direction of the ocean. Since it was fall, the crowds of tourist would be gone, and we’d have our pick of hotels to stay at. I think once Miranda knew where we were going she seemed a little giddy. We hadn’t been to the beach alone in years, and although we couldn’t swim, it still seemed exciting.

“I have dad watching the house and feeding the dog. I told him we’d be back by Sunday afternoon.” I reached over and grabbed her hand.

She smiled at me and leaned her head on my shoulder. “This is goin’ to be good, babe. I think we need to get our heads in the right place.”

I looked over at her and couldn’t help myself. “I know where your head should be.” I pointed between my legs, and she sat up and smacked me.

“You need to see a sex therapist.”

“What?” I couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m alone with my wife, on the way to a hotel, where I know we’re going to be naked, a lot. There’s no harm in getting things started while we’re driving.”

The more annoyed she became, the more I kept taunting her. Not only was it funny, but it also distracted me from what was still lingering in the back of my mind. I was worried about my daughter, and regardless how far away I drove, or whatever I was doing to stay distracted, it wasn’t going to change.

I knew the weekend getaway was going to be good for both of us, but it wasn’t going to make anything better. Sure, we could all use time apart, but I had this feeling that healing wasn’t going to be that easy for Iz.

Miranda ran her hand over the inside of my thigh. I let out a chuckle and smiled. She brought her lips close to my ear and unbuckled her seatbelt. The sun was just setting, and we were on a road in the middle of nowhere. I focused on the road as she unbuttoned my pants and began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“Nothin’. It’s just been a while since we did somethin’ like this. I feel like I’m a teenager and we’re goin’ to get in trouble. Just promise me that if I do this, you won’t close your eyes. I don’t care how old we are. It’s still embarassin’ havin’ to explain why we drove into a ditch.” I felt her warm hands traveling underneath the elastic to my boxers. She traced the skin of my cock with her fingertips. Even the slightest touch got me fully aroused. When she began to stroke me, I had to pay close attention to staying focused on the road. All I really wanted to do was close my eyes and enjoy what was going on.

I made it about a mile before her stroking became too intense for me to concentrate on the road. After pulling over into an abandoned driveway, turning off the car and the headlights, I was ready to enjoy what was to come next. I played with Miranda’s hair as she leaned down and took me in her mouth. Her lips were so wet and her warm saliva covered my shaft within the first stroke of her mouth.

I finally closed my eyes and concentrated on what she was doing. I’d watched her do it for so many years that I could picture it perfectly in my mind. With a quick adjustment to the seat, I was reclined, giving us both some extra room to play with.

Miranda tugged on my pants, and I lifted up my ass so she could tug them all the way off of it. She got back to the task at hand, while I rubbed her back and focused on her sweet lips surrounding my hard dick.

Her pace became rapid and I knew she wanted me to be done. Instead of letting her take my load, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. In the dim light of the moon, I watched her lick her lips and look at me with confused eyes. “Not like that, baby. Hop in the back and take off those pants.”

She removed her pants and climbed into the backseat. I got out of the car, with my pants around my ankles, and got into the back. Miranda moved to the other side. She put one leg up on the front seat headrest and the other against the rear window. I left the car door ajar as I slid right in between those legs and felt for what I wanted.

Her * was wet, probably from sucking on my dick for so long. It made me crazy knowing she got off on doing that. With my dick in my hand, I plowed into her without warning. She moaned as we immediately got into a good groove. I put both hands on her feet and kept her legs spread as I thrust myself inside of her again and again. The longer we went, the wetter she got. We began to make a smacking noise when our bodies came together.