Smashed Steel: A Steamy Stand Alone Sports Romance (Steel Crew Book 7)

by Mj Fields

“Fine, I’ have some issues.”

  I shake my head as I try to figure out a way to make her understand what I’m getting at.

  “You’ve met my family. I’m guessing you get Tris has some issues. All of us do. And if our kid has them, we’ll deal.” When she looks away, my chest tightens. “Ellis, I didn’t mean to tell them everything I did. My plan was always to sort it all out with you … in Jersey.”

  She stands up. “They knew.” She wraps her arms around herself. “Well, Max definitely figured it out when I mentioned being at the club.”

  “And?” I ask.

  “I didn’t deny it, so it’s good you told your parents.”

  “Then why the hell are we fighting instead of—”

  “It’s a lot to deal with. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to make up for all the years that Georgie didn’t have a childhood, and now I feel like I’m not going to be able to do that. Not give her the world because she’s going to freaking Disney, and it’s not me taking her. And I haven’t had a chance with this one. I can’t compete with you or your—”

  “Ellis, shut your mouth and—”

  She turns and tears begin to fall. “And here I am, feeling sorry for myself, when you”—sniff—“you”—sniff—“you were hurt, and I didn’t even ask how you’re feeling.”

  Grabbing the back of her head, I pull her into me. Lips against her forehead, I whisper, “No big thing. A few bruised ribs, a couple stitches, and my work cut out for me.”

  She looks up. “I don’t know—”

  “I’m not afraid to do the work. You just gotta have faith in me, yeah?”

  “That’s not what this is all about.”

  “You want to show Georgie that all the work you did has a reward. You wanna show her that, yeah?”

  “No, I just want her to see the mom I have always wanted to be and never could until now. And, as ridiculous as it sounds, and embarrassing as it is to say, I wanted to take her to Disney, just me and her, at least for her first time, because I’ve never been able to give her that.”

  I can’t help but smile at that. “What time is it?”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re gonna get Georgie girl and carry her off in a car that’s gonna drive you both to Orlando. You’re gonna check into a hotel for the night, and you and Georgie girl are going to make it there on time to see the fireworks.”

  “Can that even happen?”

  “If you’re a guest, they have later hours, so it can.” I scroll through my phone. “Fate, Doc, Magic Kingdom is open until two in the morning for guests. If we leave now, you might roll up when the fireworks are going off. I’m gonna ride up front; make sure the windows are up so that she doesn’t see me. This is all you, yeah?”

  The way she lights up as she looks at her phone is exactly how I imagine Georgie will when she wakes up and realizes where she is.

  “This is insane. That’s a lot of money for maybe two hours before she passes out.”

  I swipe a few keys then shoot her a text. “The family can meet us there in the morning.”

  Her jaw drops when she opens the text.

  “Your first time should be just as special as hers.”

  “I’ve been. Lots of gymnastics events, but never at The Grand Floridian. And never—”

  “Tick-tock, Doc. Get your girl. I’ll get the bags and will be waiting.” I hold up the phone and show her the screen. “Car will be here in about ten.”

  “I have no idea how I’m going to be able to thank you enough for this.”

  I wink. “I can get behind that ass, or you can climb on top. Up to you. Ladies choice.”

  “How do you go from Disney to porn like that?” She snaps her fingers.

  “It’s a gift. Now go.”

  Sitting in front of the SUV, still a bit uncomfortable, with the divider window up, I message Max to see how he’s doing. He tells me, as fucked up as it is, he’s actually relieved that he might not be to blame. I remind him that he didn’t intend on it happening, nor would he have taken that chance with anyone’s life if he thought the supplements would have caused him to black out. Either way, he needs to continue keeping his head up.

  Half an hour later, there is a tap on the window, and I curl myself into a painful as fuck position in case it’s Georgie girl bouncing off the walls again because she’s psyched that she’s in a “big car” again like she was at Aunt Lily’s wedding. I make a mental note to unpack the shit I saw at the bar with Lily’s sister, an abridged version of course, because, like, seriously? Fuck that cheating ass cunt for talking shit about my definitely-baby-momma. Ellis doesn’t need that shit when she’s obviously trippin’ over her issues.

  When the driver rolls down the window, it’s Ellis.

  “Dear Lord, get up before you hurt your ribs.”

  I sit up and turn in my seat. “She asleep?”

  “Yes, and giggling in her sleep every so often. It’s seriously the sweetest—” She stops. “Not something a guy wants to talk about, I know.”

  “You wanna talk about it, then I wanna hear about it.”

  “What planet are you from?” She smiles quickly then shakes her head.

  “The one where I revolve around you, and you revolve around me. In between those two planets, we keep our littles safe and building a bigger team.”

  “You’re—”

  “Yours as soon as you let me be, and then you’re gonna be mine.”

  “Just because we’re having a—” She stops, and her eyes widen as if it’s the first time she’s allowed herself to not just think it, confirm it, but feel it.

  “I dare you to say it.”

  “What?” she huffs.

  “Say it. Say, we’re having a baby.”

  “Technically, I’m carrying the baby.”

  “Our baby.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Ours.”

  I reach out and grab the back of her head, pulling her forehead to mine. “I’d kiss you right now, but—”

  “Then do it.” She licks her lips.

  I rub my thumb over her lips. “I kiss you, I’m gonna do a helluva lot more than that. So, you sure about this?”

  “We’re not alone,” she whispers.

  “We’re probably not gonna be alone much, so we’re gonna have to get creative from the go.” I kiss her forehead and groan, “Real fucking creative.”

  Magical

  She fell asleep in my arms on the ferry boat on our way back from the park. It’s no longer easy to carry her, so I caved and messaged Amias, asking him to meet us at the launch dock.

  Now I’m walking behind him, carrying a purple, reusable bag with the Disney logo on it, which contains the Rapunzel themed ears that fell off when she fell asleep, a stuffed Pascal, and two boxes from Fairy Godmother who made us promise not to open them until tomorrow, and our refillable Disney Park cup. We’re hoping for fast passes to ride Splash Mountain in the morning, since I told her if we got wet, we would have to head back early.

  He looks back over his shoulder, a bulging shoulder of a man who is making my head spin daily, a shoulder my little girl’s head is resting on as she sleeps after three hours at Disney World for her first time.

  I pull my phone from my crossbody and take a picture of them, and then I take a picture of his ass in navy with white stripe ADIDAS track pants, and then another picture of his back in a white ADIDAS tee, hugging all his sexy muscles.

  A few months ago, the night I met him, Lily was going on and on about “my type” not being this or that. I allowed her to think I didn’t know what my type was. Physically, Amias is definitely the body type I have always favored, but not just because it’s hot, but because I know the hard work and dedication it takes to keep your body looking like his does.

  Georgie’s father was an athlete. He played lacrosse at UNC. Never in a million years did I think I would date another athlete.

  As I step onto the elevator behind them, he turns, and I see his hand moving up and down her ba
ck at a slow, gentle pace.

  An older woman with gray hair, all decked out in Disney gear next to him, says, “Your daughter is beautiful.”

  Before I have a chance to correct her, he says, “She certainly is.”

  “Is this your wife?”

  “She’s mine, yes.”

  I’m his.

  Moments later I watch him tuck Georgie in and swoon. I watch him check the windows to make sure they are locked and swoon. I watch him double-check them and swoon even more. But when he backs out of the bedroom quietly, I don’t swoon.

  I wait for him to turn around and step in his space, gripping his shirt carefully—because of his ribs—pull him into me, push up in my tiptoes, use my other hand to toss off his ball cap, and whisper, “Kiss me.”

  He presses his lips against mine with much more restraint than I remember as he grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he groans against my mouth. I place my hands on his cheeks, gently again, because of the injuries he sustained earlier. His face is smooth, unlike the last time our lips touched, and my heart races, but not beating so hard I feel it will pump out of my chest.

  He slides his hands around and cups my ass, squeezing. When he lifts me up, I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around him at the same time as he begins walking across the suite, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

  He tastes delicious, like cinnamon, so delicious that I rub my tongue against his. He clearly likes it, because he groans again.

  I open my eyes when my back hits a door and his body pins me against it, his erection pressing against my belly, while he latches the security lock on the door.

  His hand again on my ass, again squeezing, and again he groans as he carries me to the other bedroom.

  My back hits the bed as we continue kissing each other, lips and tongues and teeth, feeding a hunger that has been bottled up for a week, if not months. We both desperately tug and tear at each other’s clothes as I steal every chance I get to grind against him and him against me.

  When he stands to pull his shirt off the rest of the way, and then rids me of my shorts and underwear, I get the chance to admire him … again.

  “How do you want it?” he asks, pushing down his pants, his insanely attractive dick hard and at attention.

  “However you want to give it to me.”

  Stroking himself, he steps out of them, and I watch, my mouth watering, as my desire builds deep inside my core.

  “Ladies choice.”

  “Please, just—”

  “Just what, Sweets?” he asks.

  “I want you inside of me. Whatever way you want to give it to me works.”

  “I’m going in raw. I want to feel your wet heat without anything covering me.”

  “But, have you—”

  “I’ve fucked my hand and nothing else since you, Ellis. Nothing else after either, if I have it my way.”

  With that, I hook my ankle behind him and pull him toward me.

  Immediately, he’s everywhere—his hands pushing under my bottom, running up the sides of my waist, his mouth covering my nipple; first one, then the next. I dive my fingers into his hair, twisting, pulling, feeling …

  “Oh yes!” I cry out as his thick, broad head pushes against my opening.

  He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he kneads my other breast, inch by inch, feeding my hunger. Then he thrusts in fully, and my head flies back against the pillow as he rocks slowly, stretching me to better accommodate his massive cock. He then pounds into me, my head touching the headboard with each upward thrust.

  “Harder,” I beg.

  “Fuck yes, Sweets, fuck yes …”

  Pounding me harder, faster, deeper, I tilt my hips so he can dive deeper inside of me.

  My insides tighten around him within minutes, and he groans against my lips, “Un-fucking-believable. You feel un-fucking-believable.”

  Our tongues tangle with each other’s as we meet each other thrust for thrust.

  When I am about ready to come, he pulls out, leaving me empty. Then he easily flips me to my stomach, pushing his arm between the sheet and my belly as he lifts me.

  He growls as he runs his thumb down the seam of my ass, using his finger and thumb to spread me as he rubs his crown against my quivering core. “Fucking beautiful ass, perfect pussy. My pussy, Ellis. Mine.”

  “Take it.”

  When he tightens his arm around my waist, holding me in place, he thrusts fully into me then stills, waiting for me to catch my breath. He knows the exact moment it happens. At my first exhale, he grips my hips and begins fucking me.

  We climax at the same time. It’s wonderful, it’s beautiful, it’s like nothing I have ever experienced. Not that our first time wasn’t also something I had never experienced. It was. But this time, it seems as if everything has changed.

  And that’s because everything has.

  His hard body hunched over my quivering one, we pant in sync as he holds one of my hands and kisses my neck softly, gently, sweetly, adoringly.

  Once we both catch our breaths, I expect him to pull out of me, leaving me empty. But when I feel him growing, lengthening, hardening again as he stands, I push up on all fours and look over my shoulders.

  “I can deal with this on my own, or—”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  Exhausted, we stand under the hot water pouring out from a shower-head above us. Staring at each other, both smiling as we kiss and wash each other’s bodies, no words are exchanged.

  Once out of the shower, he pulls a shirt out of his bag and places it over my head. It’s a Jaguars T-shirt, with the number 4 and the word Steel on the back.

  He steps into his track pants, and then we brush our teeth beside each other.

  “I would love nothing more than to wake up with you in my arms, but tomorrow morning, you and our Georgie girl have a date with a prince.” He kisses my forehead, takes my hand, and then leads me into the bedroom where my daughter lies sleeping with a smile still on her beautiful face.

  He wraps his arms around me from behind. “Did my girls have a good night?”

  “Your girls had the best night.”

  He kisses the back of my head and whispers, “Goodnight, princess. I’m falling in love with you. I don’t want you to feel any pressure to say it back. I want it to be at your own pace, at your own time. It has to be that way, Ellis, and I’ll wait for as long as you need me to wait, but don’t ask me not to say it when I know I feel it.”

  “Amias …” I whisper.

  “No, just climb in bed and get a few hours’ sleep. I know you must be exhausted.”

  I turn and look up at him. “Kiss me goodnight?”

  “I’ll kiss you every night.”

  He kisses me, and then he turns and walks out the door, quietly closing it behind him.

  Standing outside of Princess Fairytale Hall, Georgie is in her glory, and I am in mine. She, because of the personal invitation to meet Rapunzel, along with a silver bracelet with a crown charm and an autograph book. Me, because I received a request to bring my princess and a matching bracelet. Only one of us knows who it’s truly from, and I won’t have it any other way.

  Watching her light up when she walks beyond the curtain is definitely the highlight of the entirety of my journey, thus far, of being a mom.

  She was born Cesarean and in ICU for a month, while I healed from a broken back, so yes, this is the single best moment. And regardless of how things go down, it won’t be the only one where I get teary-eyed because of pure joy, like I feel at this moment.

  When we walk out, she begs to get in line again, and as luck would have it, the Steel family is walking toward us, all wearing Mickey ears.

  We spend the entire day riding rides and watching skits. We stand in insanely long lines and take a million pictures. By the time we leave, all four kids and all four pregnant women are exhausted.

  It takes some convincing to get Georgie to believe the house they rented is better than the hotel in w
hich she woke up in, but knowing her two favorite friends are going to be there, and that she will be having another overnight with Luna, we do it without tears.

  Mom win.

  On our way to the house, Amias tells her that he met a princess and is pretty sure he’s falling in love with her. And she tells him that she’s too young for him and that he’s not Flynn Eugene Fitzherbert, even if he can do the eyebrow thing, that he isn’t fooling her. When he then tells her that’s cool and asks if she thinks maybe her mom would date him, she grins so big and does the growly, I’m-so-excited face and sound.

  We both take that as a yes and hold hands the entire way back to the house, Georgie grinning like a fool the entire time.

  The house … dear Lord, the house is almost as amazing as Disney itself.

  Almost.

  Outside, watching the kids splash around the oasis while the men cook, I feel like I should be doing something besides sitting on my behind and watching. It also feels a bit odd at first to have Amias pecking my cheek and bringing me virgin daiquiris.

  “Eat it up now,” Taelyn, Amias’s aunt, tells me. “Because it’s not always like this.”

  “It is a lot of the time, though,” Bekah, Amias’s mom, assures me. “But definitely eat it up.”

  “Do you love him?” Tris asks, blindsiding me. “Because Brisa is like all in tuned with people’s feelings, and she said she could tell My was head up his ass about you. So, how do you feel about him?”

  “I think he’s amazing.”

  She looks at Brisa. “Is she telling the truth?”

  “Yes.” Brisa then shakes her head and mouths to me, “Sorry.”

  “But does she love him?” Tris presses.

  Brisa looks at me and smiles. “I think it’s overwhelming, right?”

  I nod. “It’s a lot to process, but it doesn’t mean I don’t think—”

  “Were you going to tell him he knocked you up, or just like never tell him?” Tris interrupts.

  I look at Brisa, and then back at Tris. “I honestly don’t know what I would have done. I only realized I was pregnant—”

  “Were you going to have an abortion?”