Folding Hearts (2 page)

My family kept making fun of me, even asking if I was using the baby to earn brownie p
oints with Van. The funny thing
was, when I was with Izzy, I never even thought of Van. Of course, at first, I did remember the times we talked about having kids. I was never really the settle down kind of guy, so it was all to appease her. However, this little girl, well I was pretty much in awe of her.

Being that I stayed in Kentucky for that extra time, I was able to make peace with Van and Colt. I loved them both and just came to the conclusion that I wanted them to be together. It seemed fucked up to explain, but they were the two people that I never wanted to lose. Their relationship was real and it was solid.

I didn’t leave with my parents. Instead, I rode home with Van and Colt. They had to drive back to the Carolinas to get Van’s belongings, which included her horse
that
I
bought her
. I had to laugh at how I was pretty certain she loved that damn horse more than she ever loved me. Anyway, Colt took one of the ranch trucks and I tagged along with them.
They told me I talked entirely too much, but it beat the idea of them talking about each other or what they did when they were alone. To Hell with that shit!

Saying goodbye to them was hard, but they ended up leaving my parents with part of my uncle
’
s life insurance
money
. It was enough to get my parents out of debt, pay my medical bills and still leave them with something saved. My father would be forever grateful, even though I knew he just wanted his big brother back.

After my uncle
’
s unexpected death and the birth of Izzy, my family seemed to get closer. I spoke to Van on a day to day basis. Colt never seemed to mind. He would
yell smart ass comments through
the phone at me at least once a day, but I think he was just jealous that I never wanted to talk to him.

Chapter 2

Ty

The next few months went by pretty fast. Between my physical therapy for the metal pins that were permanently in my leg, and the legal issues impending from my car accident, things were hectic. I ended up getting seventy two hours of community
service and a year
of
probation
. It was a lot better than spending time in jail. Of course it took me another six months to get my license back. Because I was under the influence, I lost my license immediately. After my court date, I went through driving classes and even drug and alcohol counseling. The judge wanted to set an example for all of the college kids I associated with.

Even though I wasn’t attending school, I still spent my weekends on campus at the frat house. It was weird not having to sneak around and the ladies were coming at me even more than before. Heather still had her hooks in me. That girl could give the best head in the whole state of North Carolina
, not that it helped me with imagining it was Van giving it to me
. When she found out Van and I were over, she assumed we would get serious, but the truth was I didn’t need to commit to her to get a piece. The girl was already ready and willing.

I remember the day I got my license back.
I called Colt and told him I was coming to visit. Surprisingly, he seemed excited about it, telling me
that he had something important he wanted to talk to me about. I didn’t want to think about a serious conversation with him, figuring he would be telling me that they were getting married or expecting a baby. I had made peace with them, but that was something that I couldn’t even be prepared to hear.

Knowing that my visit had the possibility to be upsetting, I called my friends to find something to do. Shortly after leaving a few text messages, I got a call
from one of my favorite blonde pieces of ass
.

Heather arrived at the carriage house about an hour later. I never got up from the couch when she came in. Hell, I didn’t even change my clothes.
That was the thing about hooking up with her. There was no need to impress her. She just offered it. It was degrading, but hey, it was her own fault, not mine.

I smelled her perfume even before I glanced away from my
Xbox
game to greet her. She was wearing some short sleeve zip up jacket and a skirt, like a tennis player would wear. “What the fuck are you wearing? I
ain’t
in any shape to play tennis.”
I joked.

She bit her lip and climb over me to straddle my body. Immediately, my hands reached around to her ass. “This is my easy access outfit baby.” While explaining, she started unzipping the jacket, revealing her naked breasts. As she threw the jacket to the side of the couch, she lifted up her skirt and smiled with her vixen eyes. “See. Easy access.”

No panties.

This girl gave the word booty call its name.
I groaned and pulled her over
my pants where my dick sat
,
so she could feel my rapid arousal. Her soft ass cheeks moved with the motion my hands were guiding. H
eather grabbed the
button to my shorts and loosened them enough to reach her hand down my pants. “I want it in my mouth.” She offered without even a sign of
uncertainty
.

For two years she was the one person who was willing to fuck at the drop of a hat
, with no strings attached
, well on my part
. My intentions were always clear. It was just
sex for me, but as the time went by
, I noticed her striving
for a real relationship
. When she pushed me about it, I would stop calling her for a few weeks. After she calmed down and realized this was all I was offering, she shut up and enjoyed the ride.

I watched Heather begin to slide down onto the floor. I couldn’t help but lick my lips as I watched her
yank down my pants
,
just enough to be able to pull out my cock with her hand.
She looked up at me while taking her tongue and sliding it up the
main vein at the base of my erection
. I could feel the force
as it pressed firmly and stroked it once again.
Her eyes never left mine as she took the base of my shaft into her mouth and started bobbing her pretty little head up and down it. I considered grabbing my
Xbox
paddle and playing my paused game, but didn’t want to t
ake the chance of her stopping, or biting me.

Like
every time
, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Van with her lips wrapped around me. I think since I enjoyed getting head so much, Van purposely hated it. I would beg and beg for it until she became so pissed off and eventually gave in, or in some instances, just went home.

I tried to shake off my thoughts of Van
,
to be able to concentrate more on Heather and her lips around
my
dick, but
it was easier said than done. Van haunted my mind every time I got aroused. I couldn’t control it, believe me when I say that I tried.

After at least ten minutes, Heather climbed up on top of me. “My mouth hurts baby. How about we just fuck?”

I shrugged and grabbed her by her hair, putting my lips close enough to brush against hers as I spoke. “Let’s see
how bad you want me.”
I slid two fingers down in between he
r legs.

After I had grabbed a condom and slipped it on, I looked over to Heather. I had no respect for her and she knew it. If I hadn’t been so depressed and desperate, I would have just sent her home.
I wasn’t trying to be heartless, but this was as good as it got for me. I was miserable, with no light at the end of the tunnel.

S
he was already panting for me when I swung her around to lean over the coffee table. I scooted myself off of the couch and positioned my body to be right behind her. My hand pus
hed down on her back and I slid
deep inside of her. Heather was great about not complaining. She knew what this was, even if she couldn’t admit it to herself.

I pushed up the ru
ffles to her skirt so I could watch while I smacked her tight little ass. The harder I thrusted, the louder she screamed out for more. Visions of Van filled my closed eyes and I felt myself gr
owing on the verge to finish. Once I had
blown my load and collapsed back on the couch, s
he
got up and looked at me. I couldn’t say anything to her that she wanted to hear. She needed to move on and find somebody that cared about her.
She would have been a great girlfriend, but I could never respect her.

“Thanks for stopping by.” I said before hitting play
on my game
.

She slid down next to me on the couch. “Can I stay for a while?”

Reluctantly, I hit pause again and looked toward her. She was already zipping up her shirt. “Heather, we talked about this.”

“
I drove all the way out here. I just wanted to stay for more than a half hour Ty. You keep getting worse instead of better.
I just thought that after all of this time you would feel something for me.” She said sadly.

I rolled my eyes and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Look, I can’t help it I still love her. You knew this was all we could be Heather.
I know it isn’t what you want to hear.
Why can’t you just move on to someone who can give you what you want.?
”

“Because
I love you Ty.
We are so good together. Why can’t you just see that? Nobody can satisfy you like I can.
” She started to cry.

I shook my head.
The truth was that neither of them really satisfied
me
.
T
hat
was my problem.
I just never saw it that way back then. It was like the pussy was the devil and it kept calling me. I never
could say no
. It was a big problem that I didn’t know if I could ever change, or even wanted to.
I always pictured Van, every time I had cheated on her
, but when I was with her, it just didn’t make me feel
fulfilled
.
I was always looking for that one person that could leave me completely speechless.

I liked to fuck
, but it ended as quickly as it started
.

E
very time
.

“Why do you keep doing this?”

She looked right at me with those sad eyes. “You know why.”

I ran my hand over the back of her arm. My brow creased and I suddenly realized I had no reason to sugar coat things with this chick.
Maybe if I was mean enough she would be able to just let go.
“You beat the shit out of my girlfriend. You are
one of
the reason
s
that she fell in love with my cousin. She left me for him. Do you
know how much that fucking hurt
? How much it still hurts? I can never feel anything for you Heather.” She gasped and more tears seeped out of her eyes. “We fuck. That is all it is. To be honest with you
, I
still
have to picture Van to get off…..”

She stood up and threw the remote at my face. I put my hands up and blocked the impact. “What the fuck…I am just being honest!”

“Screw you Ty. Lose my fucking number you p
rick! I hate you!” She
stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

I let out a laugh.
Five minutes ago she loved me.
Within a week she would be calling again. Her desperation was a real turn off. When I heard her car pulling away, I hit play and went back to my game. I wasn’t going to let her ruin my night.

Chapter 3

Miranda

“Your daughter is nine months old now Tucker. I was just wonderin’ when you were going
to step up.” I was
enraged.
He hadn’t even
talked to me in two days. I had
sent texts
several times with no reply. I had even gone so low as to text his friends. The idea of them making fun of me pissed me off more.

“Don’t start this shit with me again Miranda. You know I have a bunch goin’ on right now. I don’t even know why you keep buggin’ me a
bout it. Your family is loaded. You know why I haven’t been callin’. I need money.
Why don’t
you just ask your aunt for some
.
If you helped me get out of some of this trouble than we could be together more.
”

I looked down at my phone and considered throwin
g
it across the room. “Tucker I can’t ask my family for somethin’ like that. I don’t want their money.
I just want you.
We don’t need it. Things will work out.
”