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

by Mj Fields

  “Sweets,” he growls.

  “Hmm?” I ask before licking up his neck to his ear and tugging at his earlobe with my teeth.

  “Christ,” he groans as he crests the top of the stairs. “Close your eyes, Sweets. This tour is still gonna happen after I give you what you want and take what I need.”

  “We need.”

  “We.” He squeezes my ass harder.

  I close my eyes and continue kissing and licking … tasting his skin as he carries me. I keep my eyes closed until my back hits a mattress.

  He steps back a few steps, and I sit up. Then he pulls his phone from his pocket and holds it up.

  “Are you recording me?”

  “I’m taking pictures of you on that bed because, damn, Sweets, I was right; you look so damn perfect on it.” He smirks and places his phone behind him on a huge chest of drawers with a huge mirror atop of it. Then he looks back at me as he reaches over his shoulder with one hand and pulls his shirt off. “You said you dreamed a million times about yours and Georgie’s future home, but said you never even thought to dream this big. Tell me it’s not too big.”

  “I wasn’t talking about a house, Amias. We would be happy in the apartment I rented. I was talking about you. I never dreamed I could trust someone to love me and my girl, so I—”

  “No one else ever could or will like I will, Ellis; I promise you that.”

  I nod and smile. “I believe you.” Then I whisper to myself, “I promise you the same.”

  “What’s that, Sweets?” he asks, walking toward me.

  “No one will ever love you like I do. My king, my knight in shining—”

  “Fuck all that. How about your forever?”

  I nod. “I want that. I want that so badly.”

  He leans down and wipes a fallen tear. “It’s yours.”

  Love At Last

  I lean in to kiss her, and she brushes her lips across mine while gently pushing on my chest as she moves to sit up.

  I lean in again to push her jean jacket off her shoulders, hungry to get to her tits. “Arm, Sweets.” She pulls the first then the second out quickly, like they’re on fire.

  Her eyes move from mine as she places her hands on my chest, down my abs, tracing the ridges between each muscle as she licks her lips.

  I will never stop working out because of this right here.

  “Ellis.” I attempt to lift her chin, and she pulls her head to the side. “Sweets—”

  She runs her hands down, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of my sweats and pushing them down as she presses her lips to my chest, my abs. My cock hard in her hands, she then strokes me as she slides off the bed, her feet on the floor, cascading kisses lower and lower.

  “Sweets, you don’t need to go dow—fuuuck.”

  She grips me tightly and strokes me hard, fast. My hands are instantly up the back of her shirt, trying to unsnap her bra.

  “Not yet,” she whispers against my mouth.

  “Fuck,” I growl as I move my hands to the front and cup her tits—my tits.

  She pulls away and sinks to her knees, immediately taking my cock in her mouth, licking, sucking, and fucking worshipping my dick. She moves up and down on me fast, her eyes closed as she takes me farther down, faster, sucking hard as fuck.

  “Son of a bitch,” I groan as she sinks her nails into my ass and pulls me closer, taking me in farther. Then she swallows.

  “Damn,” I growl. “Fuck, little momma. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  On her knees, one hand wrapped around me, she looks up at me, her tongue circling my head, and I groan.

  Blue eyes full of animalistic need and raw desire. I’ve yet to see in her … control.

  “You want it in your mouth, Sweets?”

  Licking her lips, she strokes me faster, her grip tightening. “Yes.” She nods.

  “It’s all yours, Sweets, all fucking yours,” I hiss as her tongue circles my tip again, licking off the precum.

  “Mine,” she says before taking me deep, really fucking deep, and then, hollowing her cheeks, she sucks me hard.

  “That’s right. Fuck! All yours.”

  She begins to move up and down me, taking me deeper, sucking harder, her tongue lying flat against the underside of my shaft. Then she moves faster, saliva coating my cock, her hand pumping what she can’t fit in her mouth, licking … sucking … taking. Sitting back on her heels, she pants as she strokes me.

  “Sweets, that’s—”

  She takes me partially in her mouth again and moans, “Mine.”

  She glides her mouth down, and I feel my head nudge her tonsils, and then she … swallows.

  Throat tightening around me, I throw my head back, and groan, “Fu … ck!”

  She doesn’t stop. She’s relentless, pumping, sucking, deep throating me until I know damn well I’m strokes from losing my mind.

  I grip the sides of her hair to stop her, but she bats my hands away, tightens her grip on my shaft, and sucks the fucking life out of me.

  “Gonna cum,” I warn.

  She doesn’t stop.

  After she’s thoroughly sucked me dry, she stands up and looks up at me. “Only mine.”

  “Fuck yes, only yours.” I pull her against me. “And you’re all mine,” I say softer as I pull her head against my chest.

  “I’m going to love you so good,” she whispers.

  “And I’m gonna make sure I love you better.”

  I lift her up on the bed, grab the hem of her shirt, pull it up over her head, and then throw it to the floor as I kiss the skin I’ve exposed. Working my way down her body, I’m eye level to tits heaving and spilling a bit out of her bra.

  She needs new ones. They’ve grown.

  Running my hand down her back, I unclasp her bra and push it off her, exposing her perfect tits then taking her deep rose puckered nipple in my mouth. She tangles her hands in my hair, her back arching, pressing her soft skin against my face.

  Her touch makes my heart accelerate. I can feel it beating harder against my chest, harder and faster.

  Allowing her breast to fall out of my mouth, I take her lips again. Hands still on her back, I lower her to the bed and take my time tasting her mouth, her lips, and then kiss slowly down her jaw to her tits and suck one then the other, more gently this time, using all the restraint I never knew I had to take it slow this time.

  I kiss down her belly and smile against it when she squirms. She’s ticklish.

  “Lower,” she whispers, so I kiss lower.

  I kiss from hip to hip as I hook my thumbs inside her leggings and panties and slowly lower them, kissing and licking her skin as each inch becomes bared to me. She lifts her hips to make it easier to pull them down the rest of the way off.

  Her knees fall apart, showing me everything, and I love it all. I kiss the apex of her thick, strong, sexy thighs as I cup her softly. She arches her back then rocks her hips, pushing her pussy into my hand.

  I part her slick, swollen lips with my finger, and she inhales deeply as her hands clench the comforter.

  I run my nose across her pussy and inhale her scent, a growl escaping my chest as I flick my tongue across her little nub.

  “Dear Lord,” she whimpers.

  I lick her hard and suck on her clit, and she murmurs something incomprehensible, her thighs closing around my head.

  Face between her legs, I lick her slowly up and down, my eyes moving from her glistening, soaked pussy to her clenched hands.

  I push a finger inside her and curl it upward, and her hands fly to my hair, fisting as her pussy quivers around my finger.

  I grin, my hips against the comforter, cock hard again and begging to be up in her. I swear I’m going to come again from simply watching her, smelling her, hearing her, tasting her … Fuck, I need inside her, but first …

  Another finger inside her as I lick her clit until she comes, thrashing at first, fighting her orgasm, until she finally looks down between her legs and into my eyes.

&nbs
p; “Beautiful, Ellis. You come so damn beautifully.”

  I lick up the center of her body, hovering above her with one hand, stroking my cock between her hot, soaked lips, and then I push inside her slowly.

  “Gonna make love to you, Ellis,” I groan. “Be gentle with me. It’s my first time.”

  She gets it. I see it in her eyes, and then she parts her lips and her back arches, telling me without words that she does.

  “I wanna do you nice and slow, Ellis, because you and I, we chose forever.”

  She reaches up and pulls my head down, kissing me, and I push inside her slowly, focusing on her sweet mouth, on her tongue, on her lips as I slowly, inch by inch, fill her until I can’t possibly fill her anymore. Then I pull back just as slowly and do it again.

  Eyes locked on hers, I move in and out, in and out, as she whimpers my name with each inward thrust.

  “All night, Ellis,” I grunt as I bottom out inside her pussy.

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  Our bodies connect and alternate paces, between her orgasm and my withholding my own, until she’s no longer meeting me thrust for thrust and her groans turn to purrs and whimpers.

  “Amias,” she sighs my name. “Promise me.”

  “Promise you what, Sweets?” I thrust fully into her.

  “Promise me you won’t stop.”

  Lips on her forehead, I chuckle. “Eventually, I’m gonna come, or my balls are gonna explode.”

  She lifts her chin and smiles. “Promise me you won’t stop loving me.”

  “Never. Now you promise the same.” I pull out and thrust inside her.

  “Promise,” she whimpers.

  Leaning against the doorjamb, I watch as she sleeps. She needs rest. There’s no way she’s not exhausted from the emotional shitstorm when she left Florida to her coming home—here. I know when Tris and Brisa get their hearts or souls beat up, they can sleep an entire day away. And I also know damn well she’s physically exhausted from last night, because she damn near fell asleep in the shower then insisted I finish the tour. Add being a mom and the fact she’s carrying a baby, I know she’s whipped. Hell, I’m whipped thinking about it.

  Whipped, I laugh to myself. I’ve busted JT and Tricks for being pussy whipped, yet here I stand in the same damn position.

  Yep, I’m being an adult, and that’s hard as hell, because my hormones are raging like they were after the first time I nutted in my bed as a kid. Wet dreams, seriously … fucked up.

  Back then and up until her, it was all hormones, all about the need to come.

  Now I get why Dad looks at Mom the way he does, which, yeah, it’s disturbing to think of your parents banging, but it’s kind of beautiful, too, now that I get what it’s like to come with an emotional connection to what was once a straight up depository. It’s an emotional connection, though. Add that to an orgasm … way more intense than a quick get-off, which means she sleeps as much as possible so she stays healthy, and I can rock her to bed every fucking night.

  Pregnancy bonus, as if becoming a father and doing the parenting thing with Ellis, who I am going to spoil in every way possible so she knows I will work our relationship like a job forever, period. No period, no excuses not to fuck, make love … go down on her.

  God damn, I think as I adjust myself.

  I’m sure there are a million things I should be doing, like putting away the boxes that Brisa, Tris, Ranger, and even Matteo moved here last night and this morning, but I hate walking away.

  I’ve already worked out, showered, made breakfast, and between each of those every day, normal activities, I get to come back here and feel like it’s Christmas morning.

  I look at my watch. It’s only seven thirty.

  She’s got until ten, and then it’s hair appointment and going to grab Georgie from Lily.

  Newsflash: I’m not a fan.

  Sitting in my office after my sisters and their guys headed back to the shore, I answer Dad’s incoming call on FaceTime.

  “Morning, Dad.”

  “Tell me something good.” He smiles.

  “We’re good. Misunderstanding. And by misunderstanding, I mean the rumor mill is fast and inaccurate. She thought I hooked up when I met the guys in Clearwater.”

  He leans back and clasps his hands behind his head. “Yeah, heard that already. Now what are you gonna do to make sure that same thing doesn’t happen when you play in LA, or Cleveland, or—”

  “She knows she can trust me.”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  Kind of pisses me off that he mmhmm-ed me.

  “Dad, I knew from the go she was it. I’m not gonna fuck it up.”

  “You know that, and I know that, but I’m guessing she’s gonna need more than your word.”

  “I’ll give her whatever she wants.”

  “Just make sure you ask her exactly what that is.”

  No shit, is how I want to reply, but respect goes to the man who showed me how to do what I’m already doing and will continue to do for my family.

  “Hey, My,” Mom says, walking up behind him and into the view of the phone cam.

  “Morning, Mom.” I smile.

  “I’m going to safely assume things worked out?” she asks as Dad turns his chair around, pulls her on his lap, and spins back around.

  “Yeah, thank God.”

  Mom smiles as she bats Dad’s hand away when he tries to turn her face so he can no doubt kiss her.

  “So, does that mean your father can officially hang up his ‘Daddy’ hat and—”

  “Already placed a special ordered, fitted Jags hat with the number four and Poppa Steel on the back,” Dad cuts her off.

  “You’re not wearing—”

  “Kitten,” he cuts her off again, “you know damn well I will. Ordered you one, too, that says Gigi.”

  “Gigi?”

  “Georgie’s Grandma. Got Georgie one that has Number Four’s Thing One.”

  “You didn’t?” She shakes her head, trying to act annoyed. If my sisters were around, they’d buy it, but not me.

  “Grandbaby number one’s gonna be sitting on my shoulders in the stands at every game around the country and blocking everyone’s view. They say shit about it, she and I will flip them off.”

  “Oh, boy, he’s only joking, Ellis. Good morning.” Mom laughs as I turn to see her standing in the doorway, looking a bit shocked.

  “We used to go to church every Sunday, Elle.” Dad chuckles. “Now that the three of them are grown, we do this whenever we can.”

  I get up and motion for her to sit. “May as well embrace it.”

  She walks over, running her hand over her hair. I pull her closer to give her a quick kiss before she sits.

  “Hi,” she says shyly.

  “New do?” Dad winks, and I swear I want to kick him.

  “Yeah, well—”

  “Bekah did the same thing about a month after each of our children were born. It’s hormonal.”

  “Dad—”

  “He’s not wrong,” she cuts me off. “I need to get this fixed before I go get Georgie.”

  “Appointment at ten, already made, then we will go get Georgie, yeah?”

  “Thank you,” she says, her face turning pink.

  “How are you feeling?” Mom asks.

  “I feel good, thank you.” She glances back at me, and then to the camera. “Someone left me ginger tea and dry toast beside the bed this morning.”

  “Perfect. So, are the three of you going to come back to the shore tomorrow for Steel Sunday or—”

  I squeeze Ellis’s shoulder and tell him, “Kind of want to give Georgie girl some time to explore the new pad.”

  Ellis looks up at me. “We could host.”

  “Maybe next week. I kind of want to do the rest of this weekend just us.”

  “Can’t blame you.” Mom laughs.

  “Gonna have one hundred and sixty-two chances to chill with Georgie at games.”

  “I’m not sure she’ll be able
to make the away games. Travel wasn’t part of the—”

  “I’m sure Amias can make that a stipulation. And while you and he work, Gigi and Poppa get little G.”

  “I appreciate it.” Ellis smiles and looks up at me.

  I can tell she’s a bit overwhelmed.

  “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?”

  She nods.

  “Mom, Dad, we’re gonna get ready to go grab Georgie. Love you both. Chat soon.”

  “Love you both,” Mom and Dad say back.

  “And, Ellis,” Dad says, “welcome to the family.”

  She covers her heart. “Thank you.”

  Long Ride Home

  The entire ride to the city to pick up Georgie, I can feel her anxiety. I’m sure it’s nowhere near what Brisa experiences when she ‘feels’ the people around her, but it’s fucking intense. So, what do I do? I talk the entire way, spit out random facts, which is cool because that makes her spill a few more tidbits about her past.

  After her mom died, she was in the NICU. Her biological dad was contacted, in Greece, and signed off his rights. She doesn’t blame him, because there were a lot of health concerns. It wasn’t like she was planned. She had been conceived during an affair.

  Me? I want to hunt him down and kill him.

  The pause after she spills and I get that it is clearly her way of giving me an ‘out’ in our situation. Not happening. Love doesn’t work like that.

  Ellis was then put into foster care and feels very fortunate that a retired nurse, who she calls Miss Allan, became her foster mom, because of her health issues. I’m not sure what they were, and she doesn’t go into detail. I don’t push, either. I’m going to assume that it was due to the fact she was a preemie.

  When Ellis was four, Miss Allan had a health scare, so she was placed with another family—the Rogers. She lived with them until the parents divorced. It was apparently a messy divorce. The parents fought for custody of their biological kids, and she was put with what she called a respite family. She was eight when that happened. The third family she was placed with, the Millers, she stayed with them until she graduated high school.