Busted Steel: An Age Gap Stand Alone Romance (Steel Crew Book 6)

by Mj Fields

  Worried she’ll see something in my eyes that makes her feel how I feel right now, I move my lips to the shallow of her neck, kissing, licking, feasting on her skin that smells like lavender and the sweetest scent of desire I’ve ever smelled. It’s calming and addicting all at the same time.

  I lick my way to her chest using more restraint than I ever have before not to mark her as mine for days. I inhale the swell of her breasts as I pull out and thrust deeper inside or her, while sliding my tongue deep into her cleavage.

  “Fucking perfect.” I thrust in deep and groan.

  Mouth over her firm and abundant tit, I lick the tip of her nipple before sucking it deep in my mouth, as I thrust in harder, faster, deeper again and again.

  Her hands tangled in my hair, her elbows on my shoulders, as if she’s climbing me, she cries whimpers and moans against my head.

  “Wyatt,” she whimpers, “Wyatt, stop.”

  Her tit drops out of my mouth as I look up at her, she’s trembling.

  “Fuck, am I hurting you?”

  “No, God no. I need my legs around you so bad but—”

  “You need that?” I ask.

  She nods.

  I slam into her, “Do it.”

  “Oh, God,” she cries against my shoulders, her legs tight around my body. “Fucking amazing.”

  It takes more than a minute to adjust to the feeling of her wrapped around me like a damn boa constrictor. But as she takes command of all movement from below and for some reason, that’s the thing that’s putting me on edge now.

  “Sass, cut the shit.”

  She freezes immediately and looks down at me. “What am I—”

  “Taking control. No fucked up level of comfort I feel with you is gonna stop me from.” I stop when she grins from ear to ear. “Not like—”

  “Exactly like that.” I open my mouth to say something and she covers it with her hand. “We’re incredible together, we fit. So shut up, tie me up if you need to, but don’t you stop.”

  “What if I don’t want to tie you up?” I ask, pushing her hair behind her ear.

  “Then don’t, but I want to treat your body like a playground so you better.” She grinds against me and groans. “Get deeper into that comfort zone.”

  I press my forehead to hers, then my lips. “Grab the headboard and don’t let go. I need to make you come.”

  She does so immediately. “I need something from you, too.”

  “Besides my dick, a promise of at least two orgasms?”

  She nods.

  “What?”

  “Your eyes on me and your lips on mine.”

  “That it?” I joke, forcing the worry out of my head.

  “No.”

  “Kinda figured that,” I half joke.

  “Admit it feels—”

  “Incredible.”

  She nods and starts to say something again.

  “Shut up, Sass.”

  My mouth crashes over hers as I plunge deep into her again and again, as she cries into my mouth.

  “I want deeper in,” I growl as I hike her leg up around my back.

  “No,” she moans and moves her leg up and over my fucking shoulder.

  I push myself up, with one arm and wrap the other around her leg, driving into her over and over, my eyes jumping between hers and my cock plunging into her.

  “Oh God, oh god.” Her head flops from side to side and I know damn well she’s going to come at any second. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna scream, you feel so fucking incred—”

  “Pillow,” I hiss, unable to stop even with the looming threat of being heard.

  With her perfect face behind a pillow, I watch her tight little pussy as I pull all the way out, grip my dick, and slide it just up and down her seam, nudging her clit with it and she begins to fall apart. I line my dick up with her sweet little hole and cringe at the difference in size, makes no sense how she or any woman can take a cock into a place so small. But fuck if I don’t want to give it to her, hard, make her legs shake, and feel her pussy milk my cock until I come with her.

  I pull the pillow off those eyes as I drive into her, watching them flutter, roll, and most importantly hers are seeking mine as her back arches and she falls apart beneath me.

  I pull out fully as she starts to regain her composure.

  “Need you from behind.” I move and flip her over with ease.

  She pushes her ass in the air and I grab her hips and push in fully.

  “Oh, God,” she gasps.

  “You may want to eat the mattress for this.”

  Hard, pounding, relentlessly fucking her through her next orgasms, and I take mine, too.

  Her body collapses to the bed, mine follows, and I adjust my weight.

  “One more thing?” she pants.

  “What?”

  “Stay until I catch my breath.”

  Her pussy still wet and hot around my throbbing dick, that’s still hard as fuck, makes my decision for me.

  “I can do that.”

  “Anyone ever told you how massive your dick is?” she sighs.

  “Not sure I should answer that question when my dick is still inside the woman I’ll be fucking for the next couple months.”

  She turns her head so she’s facing me, her hair matted to her damp face, I push it away.

  “Hung and smart,” she smirks. “My fuck-gar is spot-on.”

  “Fuck-gar?”

  “The ability to spot men who are hot as hell in bed.”

  “Not sure that’s something you should say when my dick is inside of you, still hard, and could be fucking you to the point you pass out.”

  Still panting, her lips turn up before she whispers, “I dare you.”

  Standing in front of the stove, I feel better than I have since all this wedding business began, and Marcello started up his shit again. Since Tris finally broke through her… episode. Since getting off. With her, I remind myself.

  I hear her bedroom door open and turn around to see her moving to the bathroom, and can’t help but smile, seeing it’s a bit slower than before I fucked her a second time because she dared me, and a third, because I wanted to teach her a lesson. Well, that’s what I told her anyway.

  She catches me staring and flips me off as she walks int the bathroom.

  I can’t help but laugh as I grab a cup out of the cupboard and pour her some coffee, set it on the counter, make her a plate, and set it out for her, too.

  When she walks out, I give her the common decency of not looking back until she’s sat down.

  “You made me breakfast. Does this mean you actually like me now?”

  I shrug as I plate the bacon. “Made it for your pussy. I definitely like her.”

  She gasps and I expect something to be thrown at the back of my head or at least for her to call me a pig or something, instead she giggles.

  Some man, some day is going to thank his lucky stars to hear that daily.

  After I get my shit in check, I turn around and look at her. Hair pushed back with a headband, fresh makeup-free face, cup cradled in her hands and held against a giddy as fuck smile. The kind of smile that immediately brings one to your face, I nod. “Morning.”

  “You talking to me or my pu—”

  “Is that bacon I smell?” Tris asks, running down the stairs in a knee length hoodie and knee-high socks and skids across the floor. Stopping she grabs the plate of bacon. “Facon?”

  “The fake bacon is cooking.”

  “Like now or—”

  I cock an eyebrow. “Like now.”

  “I’m starved and we have to leave to climb Pride Rock in like half an hour, right?” she asks.

  “We could leave later but—”

  “Oh, no, I’m not sitting around all morning with that hanging over my head.”

  “You’re gonna love it.” Brisa laughs.

  “Two thousand feet in the air. Yeah, I’m sure.”

  “We don’t have to.”

  “It’s going to mak
e me look like a real girl,” she tells Brisa animatedly.

  “You are a real girl,” Brisa mimics her voice. “And you look glowing this morning.”

  “We slept for eight solid hours.”

  The timer goes off and I turn and pull the pan of baked plant shit that looks and smells like bacon out and plate it.

  “You’re the best.” She smiles as I hand her the plate.

  “Wait,” Brisa says, sliding off her stool and walks to the fridge.

  “He’ll be out of the shower soon and—”

  “How about a couple bottles of water?” Brisa shoves them in her hoodie pockets.

  “Thanks.” Tris grins and then all but runs to the stairs.

  As soon as the door shuts to the room upstairs, Bris turns and looks at me concern etched in the corners of her eyes.

  I nod to the seat. “Sit and eat before it gets cold.”

  She sits back on the stool and looks down at the plate.

  I grab a piece of bacon from her plate and hold it out to her. “Open.” She takes a bite and chews as I lean down and rest my elbows on the counter. “It’s possible she’s on a pre-wedding high.”

  “God, I hope so.”

  “The mania is the fun part; like a party. The depression part is hell.”

  “I’m aware.” She frowns.

  “The good thing is.” I hold the rest of the bacon out and she leans in and wraps her lips around it, chews, and swallows. “The sunshine, exercise, and normal sleep patterns are good for her. And Matteo, he’s good for her, too.”

  “Wanna do me a favor?”

  “What?”

  “I mean two?”

  “Now you’re pushing.” I roll my eyes dramatically.

  “One, we want sister tattoos, and I don’t want to wait until she hates me again and says she doesn’t.”

  “Brisa, she’ll never really hate you. But yeah, of course. What’s two?”

  “Kiss me.”

  I grab the back of her head and lean in, and I do just that.

  Preacher’s Pulpit

  Brisa

  “Would you stay put?” Tris calls from behind me, unwilling to get any closer to the edge.

  “I’m not going to get that close,” I lie.

  I’m totally going to get as close as I safely and possibly can, and the closer I get the more I want to see the water from this height. New plan, I’m going to be lying down and hanging over the edge to get a few good shots.

  Now standing a few feet from the edge, lens to my eye, I snap every beautiful angle I can see from where I stand.

  “Hey! Put the fucking camera down when you move, Brisa! Ranger, go!”

  “I’m fine, I literally moved an inch.” I laugh as I swing the strap behind me and inch closer.

  “Damn it, seriously, I’m supposed to be the crazy one!” she half yells and half laughs.

  It’s actually pretty exhilarating being this close to the edge but it’s also making me a bit dizzy. I squat down and pull my camera back in front of me and snap some more shots.

  Then I do it, I lie down and begin to slowly Army crawl toward the edge.

  “For fuck’s sake.” I hear Tris and can’t help but laugh. “I see that ass shaking, I know you’re laughing. You won’t be laughing if you drop that camera!”

  “Control your woman, Matteo!” I yell back.

  “I should slap you for saying that.”

  “You gotta come get me first.”

  Leaning over, but barely and the view is astonishing. While clicking away I feel hands grab my ankles.

  “Contrary to what she says, I don’t need you to save me. So step back, big guy.”

  “I don’t need a man to do my bidding,” Tris huffs from behind me and I look over my shoulder as she crawls over top of me like a little monkey and then lies down on me and looks over my shoulder. “This is worth risking our lives over?”

  “Nothing is worth our lives, but just look, Tris, look at how stunning this is.”

  She rests her head on my shoulder and nods. “It is kind of amazing.”

  “Yeah, it sure is.”

  After a few more shots I feel Tris shift and look back. To my left, Matteo sits holding her hand, to my right, Ranger is squatting down, hair blowing in the wind, looking out across the valley, looking smoking hot, and kind of regal.

  He looks at Tris and then at me, gives me a quick smirk, and then shakes his head.

  I shake my butt. “Go sit on your hub’s lap.”

  “That would mean I’d have to move. I’m pretty comfortable.”

  “Just tuck and roll for God’s sake.” I start rolling to my side and she eventually gives in and crawls the two feet to him and sits between his legs, her back to his chest.

  “That’s perfect. Don’t move.”

  On the way back through town we stop and grab a late lunch / early dinner at a local restaurant, where I take more pictures of the two of them. A part of me wishes I could take at very least a selfie of Ranger and me.

  As we are leaving, Ranger seems a bit on edge and when I suggest we stop at the market, he drives right past it.

  I notice he and Matteo exchanging glances in the rearview and finally ask, “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, everything’s good.”

  “You sure?”

  When a car drives up beside us, he snarls, “Motherfuckers.”

  I don’t have to wonder what is going on for long, when the passenger holds up a camera and starts taking pictures.

  He hits the gas. “When we get back, the three of you head in and pack your bags.”

  “Wait, what’s going on?” Tris sits forward.

  “You’re Norwegian paparazzi famous,” I joke as I grab the console in one hand and the door handle with the other.

  “Well, we lasted three days.” Tris sits back and looks at Matteo apologetically.

  He kisses her nose and pulls her closer and whispers, “Mi amor. Mi Vida.”

  “You two are perfect. The end.”

  She scrunches up her nose. “Right?”

  I nod.

  “Alright, they aren’t backing off so get your heads out of the clouds and the minute I’m out of the vehicle, you all get out the passenger side.”

  “Well, what about you?” I ask, now feeling a bit nervous.

  “This is what I do,” he states. “You’re to get your ass inside and not worry about me, got it?”

  “But—”

  “Check the emotions right here, Brisa, I’m not fucking around.”

  “When do you ever fuck around?” Tris jokes.

  “Ranger,” I whisper, and he completely ignores me.

  “Daddy has spoken.” Tris giggles.

  Oh my freaking God, I think but say not one damn word.

  Driving down the driveway toward the house, he’s not slowing down. My heart is in my throat. When he pulls up on the grass and whips the car around so that the passenger door is closest to the door, Tris and Matteo hurry out.

  “Ranger, I think—”

  “I think if you don’t get inside, I will beat your ass,” he growls.

  “Fine.” I open the door and whisper, “Daddy.”

  I look back as the car that was beside us, that Ranger lost, comes barreling down the driveway.

  “God damn it, don’t be a brat right now, get in the house, and start packing.”

  “And what are you going to do?” I yell back.

  “Brisa!” Tris yells. “Just get in here. He knows how to handle this.”

  Matteo walks out, grabs me, throws me over his shoulder and carries me inside, kicks the door shut and sets me on my feet.

  I want to yell at him, tell him he’s not the boss of me, but un-fucking-fortunately I don’t know him well enough yet.

  “Get packed, we’ll get packed, and then I’ll help you pack Ranger’s stuff.” She reaches for Matteo’s hand. “Let’s go.”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “You go.”

  “Wh…wh…what?” she asks, co
mpletely shocked.

  “Stay,” he says before walking toward the door.

  “Matteo, you can’t!” she yells after him.

  “My wife.” He points to himself. “My duty.”

  “You’re a sculptor, not an ex badass,” she calls after him.

  When he gets to the door she yells, “You can’t!”

  He freezes, but only for a second and then he opens the door, steps out, and closes it behind him.

  “Brisa, he can’t fight,” Tris says as tears begin to fall. “He can’t fight. If he gets hurt. He can’t get hurt.”

  Her anxiety begins to become mine. “Then let’s just go. It’s just stuff.”

  “It’s not. We have to pack. We have things he needs and—”

  “Okay.” I run over toward the window and see Ranger leaning on the trunk of the car with a big ass stick in his hand, Matteo is next to him.

  “The car that followed us is not coming much further and no one is getting out. Let’s do this.”

  We race upstairs and I follow her into the bathroom, where she opens the medicine cabinet and I freeze when I see that it is full of pill bottles.

  “Grab the toiletry bag.” She points. “It’s hanging behind the door.”

  I do as I am told and ask not one question.

  “We’ve basically lived out of the suitcase, so there isn’t much. The dirty clothes are in a mesh bag. There’s another if you need it for yours. Just shove it in whatever suitcase it fits in.”

  Within minutes I have everything shoved in the suitcase and she’s walking out of the bathroom.

  “This is really all you two have?”

  She nods. “Let’s get your stuff.”

  “Is it always this crazy?” I ask, lugging the bigger of the two cases down the stairs.

  “We’re usually in a hotel. So no, there’s added security.”

  “Then I fucked up.”

  “No, this place was a great idea, seriously, Brisa. Matteo and I,” she stops and then screams.