Steel Couples (Men of Steel Book 10)

by Mj Fields

  “I don’t know what to say,” she cries.

  “No need to say anything baby. Just say yes, tonight, under the moonlight on the little peninsula.”

  “Do you know how perfect this is?” she says hugging me tight.

  “Do you know how perfect you are?” I hug her back.

  She sits back and looks at me. “Just you, me, and our mothers? Won’t Madison be upset? God, I would kill her.”

  I laugh, “She knows babe. She thinks it’s perfect for us.” I wipe the tears away. “She did make mention of a big reception in the future so she could wear a killer dress and catch the bouquet.”

  “Of course she did,” Tales smiles.

  “We good?” I ask hoping to squash any self-doubt I may have had.

  “Nothing, I mean nothing, could make me happier than I am right now. I love you so much for this. This is-.”

  “This is just you, me, and forever. No spotlight, no hurry,” I say to her and she smiles a smile telling me, she knows I listen to her.

  Her lips push against mine a little more forceful than usual. Confident. I like it.

  She turns around and sits back against me. I wrap my arms around her and she holds on to my wrists.

  “Look. Wow, just look at that,” she says as the sun ascends. “The beach is so white, it looks almost like silk from up here. The water is nearly translucent. So blue, almost turquoise.”

  “Did you hear that baby?” I ask.

  “Hear what?”

  “The sun, it just said, rise and shine beautiful world, today is the day Memphis and Tallia become one.” I kiss her cheek and she pushes against me.

  Today and Forever

  I am standing on the little peninsula with the minister from the resort’s church. I am in all white, no black today. My heart is literally in my throat and I don’t think I could be more excited to see Tallia Annabelle Priest than I am right now.

  I see our mothers come out of the little cabana in teal and I smile knowing she is next. When she walks out in the long, flowing, white dress I picked out for her, my breath catches in my throat and my lungs burn. She is even more stunning than I pictured when I ordered the dress that Madison said was too plain. The thing Mads didn’t get was that my girl never needed fancy clothes or make up. She didn’t need to try to stand out in a crowd, to catch someone’s attention. She caught mine. Hell she didn’t catch it, she captured it and I never wanted it back.

  She walks with her head held high and a small nervous smile on her face, her mother on one arm, and mine behind them.

  She walks down the wooden walkway towards me. Her lips are stained a little with make up and emerald city is brighter than usual because of the light amount of mascara she is wearing, but it doesn’t make her any more or less beautiful to me.

  Her hair is in big soft waves crashing over one shoulder displaying her pornographic neck. There is a single white flower in the side of it.

  She stalls for a moment and takes a deep breath. I hold both my arms up high in the air, “I’m waiting baby, I’m right here.” Her smile grows and mine accompanies it. “My arms are too empty for you to be this close babe.” I pull my arms down and cover my heart with both hands. “Tallia,” I smile.

  “Memphis,” she smiles and starts walking again.

  We are standing lost in the sounds of the sea, and in one another’s eyes. There are no tears, just smiles.

  “Memphis, go ahead,” the minister says with a nod.

  “Look at you.” I squeeze her hands. “I’m pretty sure that’s what I do ninety nine percent of the time. I should apologize for it, but I just can’t help it. But right here, right now, I want you to know that I promise to spend at least half of the time listening to you. Even if it’s not the things you say, but the things you show me, Tales, you show me love and I will make sure you never have to look too far to see it from me too.”

  “I know,” she smiles and sighs. “I know.”

  “Do you hear that baby?” I ask and she shakes her head no. “There is music here.” I hold her hand to my heart. “Today, I promise my heart is on stage for you and you alone. If you asked me to stop singing I would and I wouldn’t even miss it.”

  “I would never,” she says quietly.

  “You are the only song inside me that requires no words. You are more than any song I ever sing, could ever be, because the song my heart sings whenever I think of you, nothing could ever compare. Nothing. You are everything good in this world, Tales. You are my light, and my love.”

  “You’re going to make me cry,” she whispers as she brings our joined hands to her heart. “All those years ago that I looked at you in awe, I never thought I would be standing here like this today. The music in you is what makes my heart dance and when my heart is dancing I am complete. You are so much more than I could have ever imagined. I never imagined love would feel like this, and I know, it never could or would with anyone else. Thank you for loving me.”

  “You, me, and forever. No stage, no spotlight, and no hurry. Let’s enjoy this ride, Tales, every day, lets celebrate our love.”

  I lean in to kiss her and the minister clears his throat so I stop and Tales giggles.

  Luckily he doesn’t seem to care that we are not paying attention to what he’s saying, in our eyes it’s each other and no one else.

  “Memphis,” Tales whispers.

  “Oh, yeah, of course, I do.”

  When it’s her turn she smiles, “I do.”

  “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” he laughs.

  And I do.

  * * *

  And they Rocked happily ever after

  You’ve Got To Be Fucking Kidding

  Jase

  * * *

  Standing in the en suite bathroom, I take a moment to appreciate my sleeping pregnant wife. She’s fucking beautiful. Her hair is a mess of blonde tangles, and she is wrapped in every blanket on the bed. And there are a ton. All the pillows on our California king surround her, and she is hugging them like she used to me, until she told me I made her too damn hot.

  “Fuck yes, I do,” I said, thinking I was going to get some finally. But then, as I was bending down to take her lips, she pushed me away and groaned.

  “No, Jase. I feel like I’m in an oven. It’s so hot in here. Just … not tonight, okay?”

  “No, baby, not okay,” I wanted to say, but she had just stopped throwing up at the sight of food, so I was trying my best to behave myself, even though my cock certainly wasn’t.

  It’ll get better, big guy, I told the prince in my head so she didn’t get upset. And she does get upset … all the time. Fucking hormones.

  Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I remembered the last time she had refused me. All I had to do was start rubbing her little feet, slowly working my way up, then back off completely. She had pushed her foot against my abs, her eyes narrowed, demanding little thing. She was begging for the prince.

  “Baby, you just relax,” I had said, shaking my head.

  She curled her toes, scratching my abs. “Jase,” she snarled.

  I was telling her that was not what I was trying to do. I was trying to make my woman happy.

  Yeah, I got laid. I could do that shit again.

  Hell, I like rubbing her perfectly manicured little feet, moving my hands up her slender, firm calves. I love touching my wife, and she sure as hell loves when I touch her.

  I was no longer apologizing to my cock. I had a plan, and it was fucking fool proof.

  We got this, big guy. T minus five, and you’re gonna be inside the hottest, sweetest, littlest pussy in the fucking world.’ I thought, looking down at my half-chub.

  Just then, the universe decided to fuck up my game, like the Cubs did to the Indians last night.

  Kiki pushed open the door, tears streaming down her face, talking about ducks and bills and big white houses, still half-asleep.

  I got up, ready to scoop our little sleep walking toddler, but Carly
beat me to it.

  She hugged her tightly then quickly ushered her out of our room, shushing and whispering something to calm her down.

  I looked down at my dick and shook my head. “Sorry. Looks like it’ll be just you and me.”

  By the time I got done with my shower and beating off … again, Carly was sound asleep in the little princess toddler bed with the little sleepwalker, and I was maybe just a little bit to happy I was going to get a damn pillow tonight.

  I tiptoed my happy ass back into our room and slept in the middle of the bed. Then she came in half-asleep and took over the entire bed, covers and all.

  I woke this morning hanging half-off the bed, cold, and maybe a little cranky.

  Now I am standing here, looking at the woman who has turned my entire world upside-down, still wanting to fuck her just like I did the first time I saw her.

  Sexy awkward, I laugh to myself.

  I love my wife, forever will, but after the past few weeks, it’s a damn good thing her huge pregnant tits are hanging out of her nightgown, because she isn’t half as aggravating to me and the prince with tit hanging out. She’s fucking beautiful.

  I walk over and bend down, kissing her cheek. Unable to stop myself, I give her nipple a quick lick, too.

  Won’t be able to do that soon. My babies breastfeed … for-fucking-ever.

  I go check on the little walker, then little Bell. I give them each a kiss then head down the stairs where I grab my briefcase off the counter, walk out into the garage, start up the Jag, hit the remote, and back out of the garage.

  I turn the car around as I hit the garage door closed on the remote, hit another button to reset the security alarm, and start out the driveway.

  When my lights hit what looks like a sign shoved in my front yard, I rub my eyes, thinking I’m seeing things.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl as I slam the car in park, get out, stomp across the yard, and yank that fucking sign out of it before tossing it into the ditch.

  We agreed on no politics in the house. None. She wanted it that way, and I agreed with her.

  Carly Steel, it’s on, baby.

  It. Is. On.

  Why Can’t I

  Carly

  * * *

  Pushing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, then pinching my ear, hoping to ease the nausea I feel when I wake up in the morning, I reach for my phone that’s playing Jase’s ringtone. “Why Can’t I” by Liz Phair, the very first song I ever heard that screamed Jase Steel to me in words, notes, rhythm … which I never had until he shared his with me. Now, every love song screams Jase. Every. Single. One.

  “Get a load of me, get a load of you, walking down the street and I hardly know you. It’s just like we were meant to be,” I sing as I look at the picture of my husband and I on the beach. Him behind me, one arm wrapped around me, and one outreached, ink covered, muscular arm holding the phone, taking a selfie. I’m smiling, he’s smiling, and I may be biased, but I have never seen a more in love or beautiful couple.

  I no longer look like I used to, the awkward, clumsy, nerdy me. I have never felt I am beautiful, not ever, but looking at the picture of us, I realize I never felt more beautiful than I feel when I am in his arms.

  I smile as I hit Accept Call.

  “Good morning,” I say, feeling a little something flip. “Oh … Oh, wow.” I giggle.

  “Morning, Mrs. Steel,” Jase says in his all-business voice.

  “Jase.” I smile inside and out as I lie back down.

  “We have some things to discuss,” he says.

  “I know. I know I have been … distant, but I haven’t been feeling well. But, right now … God, Jase, I wish you were here. I feel so much better.”

  I wonder in silence if I sound sexy to him, like I was trying to.

  When he doesn’t say anything, I try again, “I really, really, really wish you were here.”

  He clears his throat and sighs. “Carly—”

  “Really … really, really, really—”

  “Do me a favor?” he interrupts in a husky voice.

  “Anything,” I whisper.

  “Before you head in, grab that sign out of the ditch and put it in the trash,” he says.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, getting up and looking out the window toward the road. “Oh, man,” I whisper, seeing my sign.

  “She just may be,” he says in an uppity tone.

  “Back off my candidate, Jase Steel.”

  “You and I agreed: no politics or political bullshit, in the house Carly. You just fucked that in the ass.”

  “It’s not in the house, Jase,” I grumble.

  “Oh, I see how it is.” He snickers.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Game on, baby.”

  “No, no game, Jase. No.”

  “Oh, yes, yes, fuck yes,” he chides.

  Pussy

  Jase

  I look out my office window, shaking my head at the shit I’m thinking.

  “I’m a pussy,” I say out loud, and at the wrong damn time.

  “Yes, you are.” Cyrus says, choking on a laugh from behind me.

  Xavier laughs out right. “Glad you can finally admit it.”

  “Not a damn thing wrong with pussy,” Zandor says on a chuckle.

  I turn around and look at the Three Stooges entering my office.

  “Do you fuckers know how to knock?” I snap.

  “Oh, please,” Zandor says, flopping down in one of leather chairs at the conference table. “Like you ever knock. Every day when we were growing up, you’d bust into the bathroom to fix your damn hair before school.”

  “Yeah, and on many occasion, I wished I had knocked.” I shake my head as I pull out my chair … at the head of the table.

  “Didn’t bother me one damn bit.” Zandor laughs.

  “No shit. You never stopped yanking the crank. Swear to God, saw almost as much of your dick as I did my own those days.”

  “I had a hypersexual—”

  “Self-diagnosing again.” Cyrus laughs.

  “Had?” Xavier joins in.

  Zandor smirks, looking down and shaking his head. “Any day now and my kitten is going to have a baby. Tell me, how long before I can get up in there again?”

  “She freezing you out already?” Xavier asks.

  “Hell no. She’s starved all the time,” he says, leaning back in his chair and linking his hands behind his neck. “C, too?”

  I open my mouth to answer then snap it back shut. “None of your business.”

  “Not getting laid,” Xavier says to Cyrus.

  “Hell no, he’s not.” Cyrus chuckles.

  I stand up and point to the door. “We’re done here.”

  “She’s almost through the first trimester; you’ll be back in soon, Jase. Until then, take care of yourself. Stop being a little bitch.”

  “Back off, Cyrus. This is none of your business,” I warn.

  “Sure as hell is. You get in one of your moods, this place becomes a hostile workplace,” he says, standing up.

  “Not that it’s any of your business … assface, but since you seem to think you know every-fucking-thing there is to know—”

  “Definitely not getting laid.” Xavier laughs as he stands.

  “Carly put a fucking Hillary sign in the front lawn,” I finally say.

  There is not a sound in the room.

  I look at each of them. They all look at me like they are feeling my pain.

  “Now, I know I married a woman who has her own views on the world. She is woman. I hear her roar, and I allow that shit because, let’s be fucking honest here, I’m the one making her roar,” I tell them as I begin to pace. “She’s as fucking liberal as they come, but it’s my cock she comes on. A conservative cock at that. We discussed that shit, too. No fucking politics in the house—none—and she has to go and pound a stake in my perfectly manicured fucking lawn. I will not look at a sign in my yard, so I
threw that bitch in a ditch.”

  “Easy, Jase.” Xavier laughs.

  “No. Not easy, Jase. A fucking deal is a deal.”

  “Did you shake on it?” Zandor grins. “Like, spit in your hand and shake. You know, good old boy style.”

  “Z, I will fucking cut you,” I snarl at him.

  “Uh-huh.” He laughs as he stands up and walks toward the door. “Good luck with that shit.”

  Xavier shakes his head at me. “Get over it, man. There’s a hell of a lot of things to get worked up about that are more important than who we put in office as a figurehead.”

  “The most powerful man in the world is pretty fucking important,” Cyrus tells him.

  Like usual, it’s me and Cyrus against the two of them. There is a lot to say about birthing order in this family.

  “If Hillary gets voted in, it’ll be the most powerful woman.” Zandor winks.

  “Bullshit,” I tell him. “If that happens, Bill Clinton will be the most powerful man in the world again. He’s gonna have to be the one putting a smile on her face.”

  Cyrus closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Bad example, man, bad example.”

  It’s a damn good thing Carly was off today to hang out with Kiki’s little play group. All I could think about was putting things in orifices and showing her who the man of the family was.

  Me. Jase Steel.

  Our messages were short and to the point. Fucking ridiculous if you ask me.

  When I get home, I am floored to see the fucking sign once again standing in my front fucking lawn.