Family (Men of Steel #5.5)

by Mj Fields

  “The prince is waiting rather impatiently to be buried inside your pussy--.”

  “Crude,” she mock gasped.

  “Made you wet though didn’t it?”

  She smirked and nodded her head.

  “Pull Katherine off the tit Baby, I want to show you all the reasons you have to be thankful.”

  She tried not to act like she was in any damn hurry to have me inside her, but I knew she did. She was all inside her head right now. I loved watching those wheels turn. But fuck if I didn’t wanna know exactly what was going on. “Spill it baby,” I pulled her hair out of her eyes.

  “No way,” she whispered.

  “Why? I know it’s about me so just let it out.”

  She blushed, “I just can’t wait to see what you have planned. It’s always different, always, gawwwhhh.”

  Always different huh? Not sure what the hell that was supposed to mean but I was pretty fucking sure it was always real damn hot and heavy. It was her and me. No one else, and nothing else mattered—well except when I went into tittie territory and the little tittie tyrant woke up.

  Nearly two years ago I had a conversation with Carly Smythe, I told her, ‘You are my everything, the driving force behind all the shit you see around here now. I want to be the man who you look at and know will catch you when you fall, and not just literally. I want to be your shoulder, and your rock. The center of your world and the one who surrounds it. I want to fucking own you and for you to allow it, because God knows you already own me. When I have been kicked in the balls all week and I feel like my world is crumbling around me and have to force myself to be fucking strong, I need you to let me fall into you.’

  Regardless of all the shit we’ve been through that still held true. She was my everything. Although I built an empire, she built a family, believing in who I told her I was. In her own way she forced me to become the man I am today. Katherine healed something in me, and Carly made that happen.

  She walked in the room and I was standing at the foot of the bed. She walked past me and turned on the video monitor that showed Katherine sleeping in the room down the hall.

  I hit play on my phone and the surround sound picked it up. Carly smiled and covered her mouth. When I smiled she took her hand away from her mouth.

  “You remembered?” Her bottom lip quivered and yeah I was kind of feeling it too.

  “How could I ever forget?” I held my hand out and she took it.

  Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you? Never truer words, played throughout the room. I pulled her into me and looked down at her, her eyes widened and that made me fucking crazy. My girl was still, gawwhhh over me and I was no damn different.

  Why Can’t I by Liz Phair was the first song I ever heard that reminded me of a girl. That girl was Carly. The only other girl I ever loved was Charlee, little Bells mom. Her and I were best friends first, and became lovers at a very young age. Tragedy took her from me, but what she left me was my first child.

  “Now it’s you lost in your head,” she whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  Without thinking I said, “Charlee.”

  She didn’t get pissed, she just simply said, “Oh.”

  “This song was the first that ever made me think about a girl. Charlee and I didn’t have one.” She was looking up at me, just waiting for me to continue. “I loved her, you know that right?”

  “Of course.”

  “But that love was a friendship that turned to lust, then love. Then,” I paused, “Then she died.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah,” I smiled and looked down. “I know this is gonna sound completely fucked up but had it not happened, and I saw you on the beach that day, I can honestly tell you I don’t think I could’ve walked away from you.”

  She looked confused, and yes that made me want her even more.

  “The moment I saw you, it was kismet. I needed to touch you, taste you, know you. After I knew you, I loved you, immediately. Walking away to get Bella back killed me, but I needed to do right by her.”

  Her hand ran up the back of my neck. “I know and I am so glad you did.”

  “You fixed all that was broken Baby.”

  “I like the roughness of the cracks it left.”

  “The tattoos and piercings,” I laughed.

  “These too, but you remember I read those books.”

  “Oh, how could I forget the book club.”

  “I dreamt about the those badass boys all my life.”

  “Not sure I like where this is heading Baby.”

  She laughed and yet it still wasn’t all that funny to me, “The ones no one could touch, that had baggage due to wounds of the past.”

  “Still not digging them.”

  “Well because of the wounds they grow stronger. Then they become men who are unstoppable when it comes to the woman they love. Never in a million years did I think that was even a possibility, until I met you. Sexy, naughty, a bit dirty, a man who could not only meet but exceed the swoon worthiness of the men written in books. You hit it out of the park Jase Steel. You and those tattoos and piercings.”

  “Do you have any idea how hard I’m gonna fuck you in about two minutes?”

  “Do you know that my panties are soaked and melting off--.”

  I couldn’t take one more word coming out of her hot as fuck mouth. My hand tangled into her hair and our mouths collided. I pulled her shirt over her head and shoved her yoga pants down. My tongue tasted every part of hers. I stepped back, “Kick ‘em off Baby, right fucking now.”

  My mouth covered hers again as I reached between us and yanked down my sweats. I cupped her tight little ass in my hands and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I walked towards the door, that needed to be shut.

  Her hand went between us and she rubbed the prince against her slick little pussy and I couldn’t stop myself from pushing into her in one swift move. The air gushing out of her lungs against my shoulders turned me into a fucking animal every time. Made me feel like she’d give up her last breath for me, the same way I’d give mine for her.

  Her nails sunk in my back and her teeth into my shoulder as I pounded into her over and over again. Her back was against the door and my cock was pushed up into her so far I was bottoming the fuck out.

  I slowed briefly to make sure I wasn’t killing her, “Don’t. Stop.” She gasped and I didn’t until she was yelling my name into my neck.

  She was finished but I hadn’t even begun.

  “I’m gonna bust you open Carly.” I hissed an apology for the abuse I was about to give her fucking pussy.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “Fuck I love you Baby.”

  Chapter 10

  Zandor

  It was Christmas Eve and we were at Jase and Carly’s place. Baby central. Now don’t get me wrong I loved those little ones but what I didn’t like was the smell of Clorox and Momma Joe walking around with Purell. Shit smelled nasty. And not that I like germs I mean fuck I had wrapped my dick all my life until Bekah to avoid STD’s but I liked shit a little dirty.

  I sat holding Kiki on my lap, while Little Bell read that damn caterpillar book over and over again. Bekah was a camera happy little minx too. She must have taken fifty pictures of me in the last ten minutes. When no one was looking I held up Kiki’s middle finger and she snapped a picture.

  “Zander,” she scolded me and then laughed, cause yeah I was that damn loveable, and sexy, and dirty. My kitten loved it. Little sex pot.

  Jase sat down and I handed over the little cherub, got up and grabbed the camera out of Bekah’s hand. I took off down the hall knowing damn well she was gonna chase me.

  I ran in the bathroom and shut the door just enough that I could pretend I didn’t want her ass in there. And fuck yeah I wanted her ass in there. I was gonna nail her too the bathroom wall.

  She ran in laughing, “Ha! I caught you.”

  I grabbed her hand, kicked th
e door shut, and pushed her against the wall while holding her arm behind her back.

  “Zandor,” she pouted, “Let me go.”

  “Whose baby are you?” I asked as I shoved my hand up her skirt.

  “Your family is,” I pushed a finger inside her snatch and not all that gently either.

  “Who’s your Daddy, kitten?”

  “Are you for real right now?” I shoved another finger in and she moaned. “This is not a good time.”

  “It’s about to be a real fucking good time.”

  I turned her so she was looking in the mirror, “Who’s pussy is this baby?”

  “Yours,” she whimpered as I began moving them in and out.

  “Who’s your daddy Bek-ah?”

  Her eyes brow raised, a challenge. Fuck I liked a challenge. I pushed her back down she was laying on the counter and unzipped. I pulled out my dick and rubbed it against her now wet little box.

  She still hadn’t answered me so I did what any man in my…position would do. I filled her pussy with my cock.

  “Fuck,” she squeaked out.

  “Who Bekah?”

  “You,” she moaned as I pushed in harder.

  “That’s right Kitten,” I released her arm. “Now hold on.” I smacked her ass, “Next time I ask.”

  “You’re really not my--.”

  I smacked that ass again and then pounded the pussy. In, out, hard, fast, and relentlessly until her cunt was squeezing my cock.

  I pulled out quickly and she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed, “What the fuck?”

  I smacked her ass again, “Ladies don’t say fuck Bekah.”

  “Men don’t pull there dick--.”

  I smacked her ass again. Why? I liked the noise, I liked the way it jiggled a little, and because Bekah was real fun to fuck when she was pissed.

  She tried to stand and I held her down and shoved my dick in her again, “Fuck!”

  I reached around and pulled her up covering her mouth and pumping into her over and over again.

  “I’m gonna let you come,” I nipped her ear, “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk around with that damn camera and your sexy ass is sitting next to me on the couch, you got me?”

  She said something, not really sure what cause my hand was real tight against her mouth.

  “Arm behind you and around my neck,” I instructed, “Both of them and hold on. Don’t let go. Not for a second.”

  I lifted her shirt and popped her big ass titties out of that red bra and nailed her hard as I watched them bounce in the mirrors reflection.

  I loosened my hand so she could breath but knew I couldn’t take my hand away cause when I made her come again she was gonna be all ‘Fuck Zandor, Fuck, fuck, fuck.’

  A knock on the door slowed me just for a minute, “Uncle Zandor, Momma Joe is gonna read the night before Christmas.”

  “Alright, be out in a minute.” Bekah tried to pull away and I held her tighter.

  “Zandor, your mom’s gonna be reading.”

  I slowed down my thrusts again, “You think you can walk out there?”

  “Yes of course I--.”

  “Then we’re not done in here.”

  I fucked her hard as she held her breath. Her eyes got misty right before she came, again. I slowed allowing her to catch her breath. I watched in the mirror as her mascara ran a bit. That was hot as fuck. I increased my thrusts.

  “The reading,” she cried out.

  I covered her mouth.

  “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. I was banging my kitten and tearing her blouse. With Momma holding babies and the brothers chasen’ tail. I was banging Bekah’s pussy like I’d just hit a rail. When out in the hall there rose a little clatter. I stopped banging sweet pussy, to see what was the matter. Out in the living room they all waited for you. Ain’t gonna happen till I finished this screw. Now Bekah, my kitten, holder of Daddies little jewel, get down on your knees and suck me off till you drool. I’ll fill your mouth up with cock and with cum, if you’re a good little kitten later I may fuck your bum.” I waited for her to follow instructions and she did. She was on her knees. “When we’re done in here we’ll go chill with them all, then later tonight I’ll bang you against the wall.”

  She was looking up at me taking me in so deep her eyes were watering and that, was pretty fucking awesome.

  “Beautiful, kitten.” She swallowed with my cock in the back of her throat and I shot off. “Fuck,” I grabbed the back of her head and pumped in and out until I was drained.

  I help her stand up and she stared in my eyes. I wiped a little of me off her lips and offered her my thumb, “You missed some.”

  It was a stare down. A power play of sorts. When she opened her mouth and licked my finger my heart swelled with pride and I smiled. “You are mine.”

  She nodded, “I know.”

  I pulled her into a nice long hug.

  “I liked your poem,” she smirked up at me.

  “I wrote it just for you.”

  “And that’s why I love you,” she giggled.

  “Ready to go out?” I asked as I fixed her clothes.

  “Family time. I like it.”

  I opened the door and wrapped my arm around her waist, swatted her ass, “Forever Steel kitten.”

  “Thank God for that,” she whispered as she squeezed my ass.

  Fuck I loved that girl.

  “Ride or die,” I said as I kissed her head.

  “I like the ride.”

  “Keep that shit up and I’ll be dragging you back to the bathroom.”

  ~The End~

  Ties Of Steel : Book One

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  Break

  Abe

  Spring break in Fort Lauderdale was calling my name. I had been there a handful of times when I was attending college at NYU, earning my Master’s in finance and business. But I hadn’t been back in a few years. I needed a break. I hadn’t had time for a vacation since my job at Steel Inc. as CFO kept me busy, and the owners, my brothers by choice, kept me even busier.

  Jase, my best friend and CEO of Steel, was back to being the man I knew he would someday be. He was married with one kid and another on the way. He was still a pain in the ass, but his wife, my cousin, had his ass in check—well as much as anyone could have him in check. The others were attached too. Thank God!

  Normally I had a bro in tow, but not this time. I was going to lay my ass in the sand, check out the scenery, get drunk, and bring back whoever I wanted to take out this pent up sexual frustration on.

  Drunken, mindless, no-holding-back sex. It had been awhile since I had been able to hook up with someone just because. Just because I liked her ass, or the way she smiled, or the little twitch my dick did when I saw something I wanted to be inside of.

  Sex now was planned. Does she work for us? Does she work for someone connected to us? Will she be just about the physical, or will she be a creeper? No more random hook ups with someone I could just bring home, rumple the sheets with, and see where it led. Now I had responsibilities, big responsibilities, and I wasn’t about to fuck them up. I would never live it down if I did. I had to give the damn sexual harassment class to my bros on several occasions. It wasn’t in the job description, but it was necessary to keep the empire from crumbling.

  The past year I took to hiring escorts, and I’m not ashamed of it, either. Lines were not blurred; it was a win-win situation. I had a handful of favorites and a rotation. I took care not to call on the same one within a two-week period. I didn’t need it getting around that I was a bit demanding in bed.

  The more stress, the more demanding I became. In my job, stress ran through me like a contagious virus ran over a subway train’s handrail. I caught it every time. I admit to being a little uptight. I micro-manage, but am working on relinquishing that control, a little at a time of course. I didn’t want to fail.
Who the hell graduates college and lands a position like this? Add the fact that I am bound to the owners, they’re family. Stress, yeah, by the boatload.

  So as I stand in the boarding line ready to step into the airplane I am struggling, but as my cousin Carly said when she dropped me off at the airport, “There’s more to life than work Abe. You deserve more.”

  This was after she rid me of the laptop and tablet I had packed in my carry on. When I tried to take it back, she warned me further, “So help me god, Abe, I’m knocked up and Jase is treating me like I’m a porcelain doll. I’m frustrated as all get out. Don’t push me,” she growled, then cleared her throat and smiled trying to make light of her outburst. I wasn’t about to argue with her.

  Carly had definitely changed since she met my best friend. Gone was the awkward fun loving, go with the flow kind of girl I grew up loving. She was replaced by a woman trying to keep control of herself. A woman who had to try to control the uncontrollable. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had grown a set of balls.

  I sat in first class, fighting my inner control freak. I was going to have a damn good time starting now. As luck would have it, the sexy brunette flight attendant came up and asked if I wanted a drink.

  “Scotch on the rocks. Keep them coming.”

  She smiled and winked, “Anything else?”

  I didn’t answer right away; I just looked at her, taking a moment to see if I still had any of my old charm left. Her face heated up nicely as I raked my eyes down to her perfect little protruding nipples. I still had it.

  She glanced down and blushed.

  I leaned over and whispered, “Short flight so that’ll be all.”

  She swallowed hard and nodded, “Give me … give me just a moment.”

  I watched her hips sashay up towards the beverage cart and I felt a stir in my pants.

  When she returned she smiled and set my drink on the fold out table, “Enjoy. If there is anything else please let me know.” She started to turn and stopped, “I have a layover in Ft. Lauderdale. I could show you around a little if you’d like.”