Chapter 7
Tyler
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.