Risking Fate(98)

She tossed a ball my way. “Whatever, you deserved it.”

“It all led me to Miranda, so I’m not complaining.”

“Anyway, what I wanted to say was that Colt pushed me away and I honestly thought he didn’t want anything to do with me. He sat in our kitchen and told you he didn’t care if I went home. It hurt me so much and I felt like he didn’t love me the way I loved him. I’m not saying your situation is the same. We both know how much Miranda loves you, but what I am saying is that I think you’re wrong. I think she does want you to touch her. The only way to get past it without proving her wrong is to show her how she is the only one you want to be with. Don’t tell her Ty, show her.”

I looked down at the pool table again. If Van was right and I could touch my wife without her cringing, I wanted to know. I hated that she didn’t want me that way anymore. “What if she rejects me? I mean, it isn’t like I haven’t tried to be physical.”

She shook her head and started walking toward me. I had no idea what the hell she was doing, so I started backing up. “Whoa! What are you doing?”

She shoved me against the wall and stood so close to me I could feel her breathing. My eyes got big and I was freaking out. Van never made me feel uncomfortable, but at that very moment, I believed she was going to kiss me. “Stop being afraid of your wife, you stupid asshole.”

Before I could sigh in relief, she smacked me hard on the chest. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“For thinking I was actually going to kiss you. Are you insane?”

She started walking away so I walked up and smacked her hard across her ass. “I thought maybe you missed how good I was at it.”

“Um, yeah, not after kissing Colt. Do you know that sometimes he can kiss me and I have to change my underwear.”

I put my hands over my ears. “Shut up!”

She walked backwards toward the house, while she continued laughing at me. “Want to know something else?”

“If it has to do with you and sex, I’d rather not.”

“Miranda loves it when you talk to her dirty. One time she couldn’t shut up about it. You need to tease her Ty. I’m telling you, you and Miranda are both too sexual to cut each other off and be okay. When I lost my first baby, Colt and I didn’t touch for over a month. When we finally did, it was so hot.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “No more details. If I promise I will make an attempt with your idea will you stop talking about it? I hate picturing you naked.”

She stopped walking and cocked her head. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

I loved how worried she looked. “Don’t flatter yourself. Have you seen my wife’s tits lately? They’re fucking huge. All I can think about is having them in my mouth. I mean when I wake up, I lick my lips and turn my head to her chest.”

“Okay, okay, enough!”

Colt opened the door as we were heading up the walkway. “Dude, get your wife away from me. She tried to seduce me in the barn and then tell me all your sexual secrets. I can’t take it anymore!”

Colt looked from Van to me and busted into laughter. “So I guess your talk went well?”

Obviously, he told her to talk to me. “Why couldn’t you just come to me man to man? Why’d you have to send her in to beat me up?”

“Because you listen to her, you fool. We just want you to work it out, before the rest of the family knows. While you were out here, I was inside talkin’ to your hardheaded wife. You both want the same damn thing.”

“She said she wants to fuck my brains out?”

Colt swung his hand in my direction. “Forget you and your jokes. We were tryin’ to help.” He pulled Van into his arms and kissed her. “You ready to head to your mothers?”

“Wait! You’re leaving?”

“Just for the night and Bella is coming of course, because God knows she would flip if she couldn’t be with Noah.” Van walked over and cupped my face with her hands. “Find a way back in. Waiting is overrated.”

“You give terrible advice. Have the couch ready at your parents.” I could go to mine if things ever got that bad. I took my tongue and licked the side of her cheek. “Eww, seriously, Ty, are you ten?”

Colt shook his head but still laughed as I walked past them and into the house. Conner was leaning against the refrigerator taking a drink of a beer. “When you get a minute, I need to talk to you.”

I hated blowing him off. “Can it wait until the morning?”

“I guess.” He walked back toward his bedroom and I heard the door shut.