by Mj Fields
Steel Couples
Updates on some of your favorite Steel couples
MJ Fields
Copyright © 2017 by MJ Fields
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1st Edition Published: September 2017
Published by MJ Fields
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Edited by: C&D editing
Formatting by: MJ Fields
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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*Disclaimer*
This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situations are adults over the age of 18.
All characters are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
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Contents
Inside this box set
A Rockers Dream Come True
In the beginning…
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Today and Forever
A Political Divide
You’ve Got To Be Fucking Kidding
Why Can’t I
Pussy
Ugghhhh!
Deal
Girl Power
Lucky She’s Hot
Snowmen
Blue … F*cking Blue!
Alpha Shit
Liberal Shit
NYC
No Matter, Forever Steel Baby
A Kinky Kind of Love
Boy, do I have a story for you…
He doesn’t play fair, so neither will I
To fuck or not to fuck?
Infuriatingly pur-fect
I Got Your Bitch
Dress Shopping
Tits
Spa Day
My Tool
The Big Day
Hitched - A Steel Country Novella
Hitched
To The Reader
Phoenix
Gage
Mandee
Grayson
Phoenix
Gage
Mandee
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A Rockers Dream Come True
( Rockers of Steel)
A Political Divide
(Men of Steel)
A Kinky Kind of Love
(Men of Steel)
and
Hitched
(Steel Country)
In the beginning…
I look in the mirror one last time, noticing my hair is longer on top than it is on the sides. The gel I use to style it makes it look messy and black instead of dark brown. With my black boots, I stand at six-foot-three, and having spent an hour at the gym every night after school, I finally have great definition. I’m stage ready.
I walk out on stage with my guitar strung around my neck, pick in hand, waiting for the nerves to consume me. But they don’t.
Why? Because I’m a damn legend; that’s why. The stadium is sold out, and the crowd is going wild.
“Hello, New Jersey!” I hold the mic out for the crowd’s roar, and they give me exactly what I want.
“I am Memphis Black, lead singer and guitarist extraordinaire for—” Fuck, I hate this part. What the hell is the band’s name?
“Black Hawks,” my sister Madison whispers.
“The Black Hawks!” I yell to the crowd.
“That name is so lame.” I hear my sister’s friend Tally giggle.
“You two, out.”
“No, you said, if we videotaped this, you would—”
“Out!”
“Come on, it’s our first dance. We need to learn how!” Madison stomps her foot.
“Well, you didn’t hold up your end of the deal, now did you?” I lift the guitar strap over my head.
“Come on, please,” Madison says with huge eyes.
“Yeah, please,” Tally joins her.
I consider telling them to fuck off, but they would tell Mom. I consider a simple no, but they’d tell her that, too. Therefore, I choose the safest answer.
“Fine. But you both have to shut the hell up.”
Tally covers her mouth, looking horrified. The girl is a train wreck in epic, adolescent proportion. She has kinky brown curls and a ribbon always wrapped around her head. Freckles bridge her nose and dot her face, and she always wears cartoon character T-shirts. Today, it’s Care Bears.
“What now, Tales?” I huff.
“You said—”
“Hell?” I laugh.
She giggles again. “Yeah, you did.”
“You know what? I think the both of you should just stay home. All freshman girls do at a dance is stand in a corner, giggle, and look like dweebs.” I look at my sister. “Mads, if a boy asks you to dance, you’ll start laughing and snorting.” Next, I point at her friend. “Tall, you’ll get some big-ass grin.” I roll my eyes when she covers her mouth again. The little girl can’t handle a curse word to save her life. “Just keep smiling and laughing, and they’ll think there’s something wrong up in those crazy heads of yours. Besides, you’re both in that—I don’t know—the awkward stage: braces, boobs just budding …”
Tally covers her mouth again, while Madison starts to get really pissed off.
“I mean, look at that hair. Mads, you’re so used to wearing a ball cap you have permanent hat head. And you—” I can’t resist taking one more shot at Tally—“how the hell are you gonna get a comb through that kinky mess before Saturday?”
That’s when Madison finally screams for Mom. Tally just looks at me like that cat from the cartoon, the one with the big, green guy. Shrek? Yeah, Shrek. Puss, Puss in Boots. That’s what her face looks like.
Looking back at her, I almost feel kind of bad for giving them a hard time.
Mom comes in then and gives me the third degree. She tells me, “Girls are sensitive when they’re going through changes,” and that I should ‘be more thoughtful.’
Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
“Okay, Mom, fine. I will buy into their little girl fantasies about that girl with the blue dress, the one with the mice that turn into horses—”
“Cinderella.” In spite of herself, my mom laughs.
“Yeah, her.”
Her face goes from amused to suspicious. “What exactly are they doing in your room, anyway?”
“They were supposed to be taping my performance.”
I try not to smile as she gives me
that look. I know exactly what she’s about to say: that my rock star fantasies are just as lame as some dumb fairytale with talking mice.
“It’s not the same thing, Mom. This is my dream, something I can actually make into a career one day.”
“I know, Memphis.” She pats my back, smiling. “But maybe their dream is to dance.”
Sunday
Many years later…
“L ook at us,” I flip through the Sweet Things app. at the pictures of Tales and I, looking hot as fuck in the ad we did. She’s in a hot little bra and panty set and I’m in matching underwear. “Fuck Tales, I am like an acces‐ sory to your hotness.”
“Right,” she blushes as she stands next to me at the sink with suds on her hands washing the dishes from dinner. “You’ll never be my accessory. You’ll always be my Rock Star.”
“Not true babe,” I smile and look at her. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I look up and she shrugs. Oh shit, I think. “Oh, no, you sit right here and make this about you, superstar,”
Madison said after our argument in the conference room. “I take the dramatic exits in this family. You just shine, big brother. Just. Fucking. Shine.”
Am I that much of a dick, I scratch my head and wonder.
“You’re getting behind,” Tallia laughs as she flicks soap from her fingers at me to get my attention.
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I look back at her and she must see that I’m tripping. Her eyes do that ogre’s cat-sad- eye thing she does.
“Baby,” I smile and look away. “What’s the green og—.” “Shrek,” she laughs. “And that cat —.” “Puss in boots,” she giggles again.
“Yeah.” That cat and emerald city looking at me, all sad like.
“You okay?” She asks.
“Do I look okay,” I wink and she nods. I reach down and grab my dick. “I feel okay too.”
“Memphis,” she gasps looking around like someone might see me.
I grab the faucet head that acts as a sprayer when she’s not looking and point it at her.
“You wouldn’t,” she gives me a look and I squeeze the trigger.
“NO!!!” she screams and laughs, lunging to grab it. I hold it up so she can’t reach it and she just stands there laughing as she jumps trying to get it.
Finally I stop when both of us are laughing hysterically.
She tries, and almost succeeds in grabbing the hose, I grab her and my feet fly out from under me.
One arm around Tales, a hand on the counter trying to catch myself and then my ass on the ground.
Laughing she puts her hands on my chest and pushes herself up. “How did a boy like me get so fucking lucky Tales?”
She looks at me and tilts her head, “I’m the lucky one.”
“No baby, not even fucking close,” I sit up and take her face in my hands, “I have the hottest piece of ass at my disposal every night, well except for around the fifteenth of the month, then,” I cringe, “things get a little-.”
She pushes my shoulders, “Don’t even.”
“Hottest ass, even around the fifteenth of the month,” I smirk. “Biggest heart, twenty-four-seven.”
“Aw,” she says and hugs me.
“Aw,” I say hugging her back. “You Tales, you’re my superstar.”
After a few minutes she leans back, “We’re both lucky.”
“We sure are,” I lean in to kiss her and she puts her hands on my shoulders, “You know what today is?”
“Not a special day I should remember and if I didn’t I am a complete fucking asshole.”
She shakes her head no, “It’s the fourteenth of the month.”
I hold her waist in one arm, grab the counter with my hand, “Hang on.”
I stand up with her smiling as bright as the moon, “Take me to bed Rock Star.”
I walk out of the bathroom and she is already asleep. Her head is on my pillow; she is covered with the thin black sheet, her still damp curly hair is piled in a haphazard bun on top of her head. I smile knowing I’m the one who made it that way, and I’m the only one who will ever make it that way again.
It has been eight months since I proposed to her here in our house. Not once has she pushed for a wedding date, not once has she mentioned our wedding, not once has she acted like so many other women out there would. Because she is not any other woman, she is Tales.
She is the sweetest sunshine in a retro tee shirt. She doesn’t need make-up, hell she doesn’t need heels or a fancy dress for me to be able to spot her in a crowded venue or a backstage with a hundred VIP’s waiting in line to get an autograph. There is no doubt I could spot her from as far away as the moon.
We are so busy, too busy to plan a wedding, but hey, around here they happen everyday.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, “Come to bed.”
“We need to set a date.”
“A what?” she asks sitting up, holding the sheet in front of her.
“We need to start planning our wedding. I want you to have the biggest, fanciest wedding —”
“We don’t have time for all that Memphis, don’t be silly.” She says and pats my side of the bed, “Come on.”
“Hell, we could have done it in Cali, in a courthouse, anywhere.”
“But we didn’t,” she smiles and pats the bed again.
I push myself off the wall and walk to the bed, then climb in. “You deserve more than that. You deserve to wear one of those princess style dresses, with a tiara, hell we can get you glass slippers like that chick, with the mice that turn into-.”
“I am not dressing up like Cinderella.”
“Right Cinderella,” I shake my head. “You certainly are Tales, that day will be all about you.”
“No Memphis, when we have time that day will be all about you, me, and forever.”
“We could get Mumford and Sons or some shit. We can make it the-.”
She puts her hand on my heart then takes mine and puts it on hers, “You, me, and forever. No stage, no spotlight, and no hurry.”
“You and Madison will have a great time planning-.”
“Goodnight Memphis,” she lays down and rolls over, her back is towards me.
“You trying to tell me something Tales? You’re not ready to get married?” I’m a little pissed off about it, okay a lot.
“Goodnight Memphis, I love you.” “Tallia Annabelle —.” “Cramps, period, pads —.” “Okay, okay, can’t we just say snuggle week for fuck’s
sake?” I groan and lay down. “Goodnight Memphis, I love you.”
Monday
“We need to talk,” I say to my sister on the phone.
“Talk to Tally,” she grumbles. “What time is it?”
“She’s out for a run, and it’s almost six.”
“Memphis, it’s Monday.” She whines.
“I told her we needed to get married, it would be a day that she would shine--.”
“Oh for God’s sake, Memphis. I was pissed when I said that about you being a spotlight whore.” She sighs.
“No, no, you were right.” The line goes dead in my ear.
Fuck. That.
She answers, “Memphis, come on, I am exhausted.”
“Then tell me what she has said.” I demand.
“The only thing she says when she talks about you is how deliriously happy she is. She loves you, jackass. You’re her world.” She grumbles. “She just doesn’t love the limelight. You know that.”
She’s right, Tales loves me as much as I do her, but she hates the attention. “Thanks Mads.”
I walk into our home office and sit down in the desk chair, open the lap top and check out the summer schedule.
We are balls to the wall recording right now and the tour is going to be madness. The only time available is in five days. Five days from now.
I could do this shit. No fuck that. I will do this.
I hit Skype and connect with my mother, I hope to hell she’s around.
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nbsp; “Is everything okay?” she asks looking like she just rolled out of bed.
“Yeah, yeah, of course it is.” I lean in to get a better look. “Damn mom isn’t it like two in the afternoon there? What are you still doing in bed?”
“Oh, well, you know, sun and sand,” she leaves it hanging.
“Okay?” I’m confused.
“I never hear from you anymore, how are things? How is Tallia?”
“She’s amazing. Crazy beautiful too,” I smile.
“Always has been,” Mom smiles back.
“Yeah, right? Thank God I didn’t get the memo back then. I would have been doing time,” I laugh and she does too.
I hit up the computer search to find out if what I am picturing in my head could possibly be real, while she laughs.
“Bingo,” I say and clap my hands together. “Mom, I need you to do me a favor.”
“Do you need me to come home?”
“No, no I don’t.”
Tuesday
I walk in the house and Tallia is standing at the counter in a Pearl Jam tee and a pair of shorts, POW! is proudly on display and she is flipping through a Rolling Stones magazine, “You’re home late.”
