by Mj Fields
Men of Steel Series
FAMILY
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MJ Fields
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Table of Content
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Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
You asked for it, you got, more Steel…
Last we left off, Jase and Carly had brought their child into the world. But wait, Cyrus and Tara are expecting twins. And Xavier and Taelyn are expecting too.
Nothing's ever easy for the Steel brothers, but these men aren't just hot as sin, they're deep, loyal as hell, and in love with the women they will fight to protect and satisfy for the rest of their lives.
Could love, marriage, and children be the end to the hot, steamy, and explosive sex for the four hottest, pierced, inked, bad boy brothers on the Jersey Shore?
In this novella, we get a taste, not a tease, of all four of your favorite, fully fleshed out Men of Steel.
It's still hard and wild. It's still one hell of a ride. It's still, Forever Steel, baby.
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One
Cyrus
September
I held her hand as the doctor gave us the news that our little guys heart wasn’t doing what it should have. The diagnosis was bradycardi. Between the top and bottom parts of his heart there was a blockage in his electrical connections. Tara would be taking some meds and taking it easy. It wasn’t an extreme case so as of right now we were just waiting, watching, and praying things would work out with medicine.
My Birdie was acting strong as hell. Didn’t cry, didn’t get upset, just ready to do all she could for the little dude. She smiled and answered the questions our family asked and was even real good with our niece Bella’s questions.
But that night she was counting shit again and trying to hide it. I didn’t want her to hide it. Truth was, I needed to be her sounding board, her person to vent too, her man, and her comfort.
Two days after we found out I told her we were taking a trip to Boston.
“I don’t think it’s best to travel right now Cyrus.”
I picked her up and sat her on my lap, a place I used to call the place of honor, now I know better. Like when you sat on Santa’s lap at Christmas and told him everything you wanted. Or when your parents read to you in that worn out recliner in the corner of your living room. My lap was Birdies place of comfort and connection. Under her, over her, just being around her made me feel stronger, and that is truth.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she answered
“Good. Boston Children’s Hospital is number one in the country. We’re going for a second opinion.”
She nodded her head up and down and then she broke. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held tight.
Shit moved fast once we got there. They didn’t want to chance anything, they wanted to deliver the twins and if necessary put a pacemaker in to keep his heart beating, hard and strong.
I called the docs back home, told them what they suggested and they said they had already spoke to them and agreed.
They set up the cesarean section for two days from now, September 22nd, at Saint Elizabeth’s hospital nearby.
Our girl’s measurements were good, and she was nearly five pounds. Our boy was under four. So we did the preemie thing and we did it up in style, nothing but the best for our kids.
Then we went to the laundry mat with that baby soap shit we had to use. While waiting for the clothes to dry Tara perched up on my lap.
“You good?”
“Are you?”
“Sure am. You’re gonna be good, our girl is gonna be good, and our boy is gonna get his struggles in life over at the beginning of his. Nothing but uphill after that.”
“Cyrus?”
“What is it Birdie?”
“I love you.”
I rubbed my nose over her cheek and smelled her skin, “You know I love you too.”
“I’m scared.”
“Understandable, but not necessary. We have the best medical team in the country looking after you and our kids. If that’s not enough to ease your worries remember, I got you.”
I took the clothes out of the dryer and held up the little pink onesie thing, “She’s gonna fit in my pocket Birdie.” She laughed. “No babe, that shits not good. Shit falls out of my pockets, gets lost in the couch cushions, between seats in our ride and shit.”
She smiled bigger, “I love you.”
“Yeah?” I asked as I walked over and picked her up so her nose was touching mine.
“Yeah,” she wrapped her legs around me. “So much.”
“You’re getting me hard.”
She laughed out loud, mouth open and the whole works. Fuck my Birdie was beautiful.
“That’s not really that funny girl, we’re at a Laundromat.”
She looked around, “It’s empty.”
“Wow,” I looked around. “Indeed it is.”
“We aren’t going to be able to have sex for a while,” she ran her nails up the back of my neck sending chills down my back.
“That’s not cool,” I grazed her chin with my teeth.
“Do you think we’ll be okay without it?”
I leaned back and looked at her, “You think that’s it with us?”
“No, but I do like the way you handle me,” she licked her lips, leaned forward, and whispered. “A lot.”
“You know how much I love being inside you?”
“Almost as much as I like having you there.”
The timer went off on the second dryer. I set her on top of one of the washers, “We’re out in two point two. Hotel is in ten minutes tops. After that you and that sweet little pussy are mine to do with as I please.”
She slid down onto the floor and walked up behind me. She tried to wrap her arms around my waist and she rubbed her head across my back.
“I don’t know if I can wait.”
“Birdie, you can’t even wrap your arms around my waist babe. It’s all fours or you riding me like a fat boy. Some motherfucker walks by and glances in and he’s a dead man. I don’t wanna be in jail when you share those babies you’re cooking in that sexy little belly.”
She laughed and I pull the last of the miniature-sized clothes out of the dryer and turned around.
“You want me in orange Birdie.”
“I want you in nude,” she reached out and grabbed ahold of my cock through my jeans.
“Mmm mmm mmm. I want you naked as soon as we step foot in that room.”
She bit her lip and smiled. “I’d give you anything you wanted.”
“You’ve already given me everything and more,” I leaned forward and kissed her quick on the lips before pulling the strings on the laundry sack and tossing it over my shoulder.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, she reached back and shoved her hand in my back pocket as we walked out the door.
~
Once inside the room I set the bag on the couch and turned to see her looking at the car seats and play yard thing the chick at the baby store talked us into. She looked so nervous. A good man would be concerned, maybe a little nervous, but I wasn’t a good man. I was a selfish fuck, taking what I wanted for the better part of my adulthood. Now all I wanted was her. Come hell or high water, I would make damn sure I had her forever.
“Fly on over here Birdie. I got a little something for you.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and she was watching. Her worried eyes slowly changed. She chewed on her little lip, as she looked me all over.
I reached down, unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans, letting them drop to the ground. Her eyes widened as she watched steel rise up and rest on the tattoo that said truth.
She licked her lips again and walked over, slowly still looking at me like it’s the first time she’d seen me naked. Like I was something to behold. The way she did that shit always got to me. To her I was a good man. For her I always would be.
She reached out and grabbed my cock like she owned that shit, who the fuck am I kidding, she did. She even looked at the steel like she did me. I fucking loved the way she made me feel.
I reached behind her and started to pull her black hoodie over her head and she looked up at me, “I wanna play awhile. You think you could let me?”
“Your hand is stroking my cock Birdie.” With her other hand she grabbed my balls and gave them a tug, “And now you got me by the balls.”
“So I have your attention?”
“Twenty four seven.”
She smiled and leaned in and kissed the tat of the broken mirror, then ran her tongue down the Forever Steel rib tat, tracing every letter as her strokes began to gain speed.
She traced down my body, hitting every bit of ink with her tongue until she was in front of me on her knees. She outlined truth, over and over again. I was fucking dying watching her mouth, her tongue, her, caressing my scars like a dog cleaning a wound. She was teasing every part of me. My emotions, my heart, and my cock.
“Birdie, you ‘bout done tongue fucking the ink?” I hissed.
Slowly she looked up, mouth wide-open, tongue still against my skin, and shook her head no, dragging her tongue across me.
“No?”
“Uh uh.”
She traced truth again, applying a bit more pressure, then leaned back and looked up. Her tongue touched the tip of my cock and I was just about fucking gone.
Chapter 2
Tara
There was nothing more beautiful than the man I was looking up at, my husband, Cyrus Steel. His truth, his suffering, his scars, his ink, made him who he was. Not that I ever wished pain on anyone, I never would, not ever, but indeed our pain makes us stronger. He was a rock, a mountain of a man. Strong enough that in less than a year, a girl who was broken, beaten down by her own pain and scars, a girl who always felt tiny and insignificant, was literally found by a man who made her feel strength and in control for once in her life.
I held his thick, hard, cock in my hand, stroked it slowly, and sucked on his tip, and licked the rim. One of his large hands pushed my black hair back and the other held it so he could see me. I loved watching him watch me as I pleasured him. His eyes adoring me, lusting for me, wanting me all the time.
“Fuck Birdie, look at you.” He hissed. “Nothing more beautiful in the world.” He swiveled his hips a bit and growls.
His growl was a colossal turn on for me. God, the sounds he produced were like applause from the saints. Saint Cyrus. Mine.
“So fucking hungry for my cock.” He groaned. “And it’s all yours. All. Fucking. Yours.”
His praise was never ending and made me even more ravenous. I licked the throbbing veins on the underside of his thick heavy cock, “I love how you love me Birdie, every fucking part of me,” he hissed.
I took him fully in my mouth. I needed to taste him, pleasure him…love him.
He groaned and his hand gripped harder around my hair as he growled. Quickly he released and dragged his cock out of my mouth. I looked up wondering why he had stopped me when I had only just begun.
“Come here,” he held his hand out, pulled me up, and against the hard exterior of his beautiful body, “If you had kept that up it would have been over in two point two,” he growled against the top of my hair. “You can still, tongue fuck the ink, lick, and fuck me with that sexy little mouth of yours after tomorrow. What can’t happen for a few to many damn weeks, is my face being buried between your legs, Birdie,” He pulled back and looked me up and down. His eyes darkened, jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. “You hop on that bed and lay down. I want to give you a birdie bath, with my tongue.”
Once on the bed he took me in, the way Cyrus always did. From my toes all the way up my body, until finally landing on my eyes. My body was on fire; every inch he raked with his eyes burned my soul. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
He shook his head and licked his lips, “When I look at you, I swear to God above I never knew what hungry was before. You are so fucking beautiful Tara Steel.”
My heart swelled when he said my name. Tara Steel. It not only meant I belonged to someone, but it meant I was strong. I was stronger than I ever knew I was before because I shared his name, his bed, his life, his heart, and just by looking at the way he worshipped me, made me recognize it wasn’t just something I was taking from him. He was stronger with me too.
“I love you,” I whispered afraid if I said it any louder, the words would be followed by tears.
“I know you do, babe.”
He lifted my leg as his knees hit the bed. His nose ran up my ankle as he inhaled my skin. When his lungs were full, his mouth opened and a long warm whisper of my name, ‘Birdie,’ against my inner thigh was followed by his tongue caressing slowly, lovingly, all the way up to my center.
His mouth covered my opening and I gripped the bed covering as my back arched. His hands captured my ass and he squeezed it. My hips thrust forward as his tongue pushed inside of me, “Oh God!”
“Mmm,” he hummed as his long strong tongue swept up and hit the sensitive spot deep inside of me. I was on the edge, I was falling over, I was floating, and I was soaring all at the same time.
He sucked softly on my frenzied flesh and then his tongue circled my clit. I cried out and his growl answered my call. His tongue flicked over and around my clit. I fell apart. He carried me higher, his tongue lapping at me as I cried out my passion, my promise, my orgasm. His growl, a hedonistic response as he brought me down from climax.
He kissed up my round belly, his face still slick with my orgasm. His eyes were fire as he licked his lips and lay on his side. His hand went between my legs and he pushed a finger inside.
His head dipped down and he took my nipple lightly between his teeth.
When I flinched he stopped. He rubbed his tongue across it, “I’m trying to be gentle Birdie but it’s so fucking hard.”
I
rolled to my side, back to him, and I looked behind me as I pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck to him, “Bite my neck and fuck me hard.”
His eyebrows shot up and he groaned. He leaned forward and nipped my neck as he lifted my leg. His free arm went underneath me and cupped my breast as he pulled me tighter against him. He rested his leg over his, reached down and rubbed his cock against my pussy letting out another groan. I rocked back against him and he reached in front of me and rubbed my clit as he pushed into me.
“Soaked Birdie.”
“Always for you.”
“Fuck,” he pushed inside me hard, taking my breath away.
~
The entire next day was spent in bed, touching, adoring, loving, and fucking each other. We ate breakfast, and lunch there too. We knew the family would be arriving soon. I smiled thinking how supportive, loving, and –together, they--we always were.
I had heard Cyrus talking on the phone to who I assumed was Jase. He told him to stay home with his wife and baby. He also said Taelyn and Xavier should be staying back. She didn’t need to travel she was due soon as well.
At five o’clock we were getting dressed and ready to head down and meet them, we would all have dinner together and hang out for a bit.
I had bought a dress when we went shopping for the babies. It was dark green. Cyrus liked me in green. It was off the shoulders and was a little lower cut than I had worn in awhile but tonight was the last night I would be his alone. I was anxious, wondering how he would look at me when I was holding our children. I didn’t doubt the love would ever fade, but would the desire and need? It’s a fair question. I had lived with several families who stayed in marriages that seemed less than happy.
I applied mascara, and a bit of blush, before ending with a red gloss. When I looked up I saw him standing in the doorway watching me.
His eyes danced as he took me in. “You look beautiful,” he said as he walked slowly towards me as he buttoned his shirt.
