Risking Fate(42)

I dug my hands into either side of her ass and dove into her eager pussy. She gasped at my first thrust, but pulled me closer and I began moving in and out of her. “Harder Ty.”

With each thrust, I pulled her ass into me. Loud slap sounds filled the room as I pounded into her harder, just like she wanted. She leaned back, causing her perfectly full tits to bounce all around each time we made contact. “Touch yourself….Please, Baby.”

Miranda bit her lip and she slowly moved her hand down and started rubbing her own clit. I could feel my release hitting as soon as she made contact, but I stayed focused on her, waiting until her muscles tightened. As soon as her face started to tighten, it was my go ahead. I crashed into her one last time and froze my head into her shoulder.

She didn’t wait for me to relax before placing small kisses all down my neck. “I hated feelin’ angry at you, Ty. I’m sorry about fightin’.”

I cupped my hands onto her face. “You’re my life Miranda. I will never want anyone else, not ever.”

It was the truth.

The next week went by so slow. I never heard from Heather and I was grateful. As soon as this whole thing was over, I would change my damn number. I didn’t want secrets from my wife and it was important for when I did tell Miranda who had helped me, she knew that I couldn’t stand the girl.

After I told Conner about the test and what I needed from him, he was on board right away. Miranda wanted to go with us, and I couldn’t tell her no. Izzy had to be there, so she figured it was important she was too. Conner and I planned on having the test done quickly and going about our day.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Everything depended on this test and Heather’s brother coming through for us. I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but as long as it worked, it didn’t even matter. When her brother came out to greet us, I was so afraid he was going to mention his sister, but he took one look at Miranda and kept to his professional demeanor.

Izzy was a champ when it came time to take her blood. She had watched her uncle giving his and told him she could be just as tough. Of course she cried her eyes out when they pricked her, but she recovered quickly and once we left, we took her for an ice cream.

I ended up getting myself so worked up over this plan actually working, that I told my boss I wasn’t coming in. All I had told him was that Izzy had a procedure, so he never even questioned my decision. Conner seemed real happy to be able to help out. Since we were already in town, we decided to stop by Miranda’s shop and grab her paycheck. Izzy wanted to go in and see Amy.

Conner decided that he was going to go in and get a haircut. Miranda seemed offended until she realized why. Conner had met Amy when he first moved in. She had come by late one night after her husband was drunk and scared her enough for her to not want to be in his presence.

At the time, Conner was still going through some withdrawals and had a terrible time sleeping. He would stay awake, getting sick every couple of hours. We thought we knew how bad his habit was until he actually went without it. I was proud of him for staying determined.

Brina kept him company when we weren’t around. Van had warned her of his condition and she seemed to care enough to help him through it. I still didn’t trust the bitch and wished Conner had never hit it.

At any rate, Conner met Amy on one of his bad nights. Of course she was a crying mess, while he was sick as shit, running to the toilet several times. Miranda stayed up for as long as she could, but she was in her first trimester and very exhausted. Amy finally calmed down enough to agree to sit with Conner in case he needed anything.

By the next morning, she was all Conner talked about. The weird thing was that she had left before we woke up. Miranda was worried something had happened, like Conner was being an asshole, or maybe he tried something. Once she went into work, Amy acted like nothing happened between them, so Miranda dropped it.

In the past few months, Conner had seen Amy at our house quite a few times. Her husband was an alcoholic. He’d been married three times and I have no idea how they ever got together. She was a nice girl, with a good head on her shoulders. She cared more about other people than she did herself. She was older than us, probably in her early thirties, maybe late twenties. Her hair was always a different color, but this week it happened to be a red. She had a cute body, but compared to Miranda, nobody was ever that pretty to me.

For some reason, Conner seemed interested in the lady. I don’t know if Miranda got it, until he went in for that haircut. He looked like a fucking moron, walking in there and standing behind Amy as she bent over to dust up some hair on the floor. He waited until she turned around to speak. “Hey, Beautiful, you think I could get my hair trimmed?”