Irons 3

by Mj Fields

  ~*~

  We are in bed and Jaxson is high on power, which means I am on bottom again where he prefers me.

  His mouth covers my belly with petal soft kisses, “Goodnight, littlest one,” he says in the sweetest way he can, while he is sporting my second favorite type of Iron, his heart being my first, before making his way lower and lower.

  “Oh, Jax,” I moan as his tongue circles my clit.

  “Say it,” he demands.

  “I love you,” I moan as he circles again.

  “Again, Angel.”

  “I love you.”

  “Ready to love me even more?” he groans.

  “Not possible,” I quiver beneath his touch. “Oh God!”

  He sucks and licks as his hands position my hips, right before he pushes his come hither finger inside of me. He flattens his tongue and I am bathed by it from front to back again and again until I feel my insides clench together before the waves of pleasure take me like a storm.

  He is now above me, pushing into me, holding back nothing. “Is it possible, Frankie?” he groans.

  I am confused.

  “Is it possible to love me more?” he demands as his thrusts become faster, harder, causing me to come harder.

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  “Good, cause I love you more and more every fucking day.”

  “Don’t stop,” I moan, I beg, I plead.

  And he doesn’t. Not ever, he loves me more and more. Harder, faster, with greater intensity, with more need, and more desire every day. The exact same way I love him.

  Love is a crazy thing. Jaxson is hung up on the fact Lily has yet to use the words. He, of all people, knows how hard it is to say when you’ve never heard it before. I remind him of this and he agrees.

  “I know she will say it when she is ready, I just wish she was ready.”

  “When she is, she’ll never stop saying it.”

  “I know.”

  EVERYONE IS AT THE HOUSE and Lily is still awake. She is caught up in the excitement just like the rest of us. Election Day results are pouring in and we are neck in neck, which surprises the hell out of me; based on the polls, this should have been a fucking landslide.

  Mother and Arthur are here with us, putting me on edge, but Frankie insisted I allow it.

  “Daddy Jax?” I stop pacing and turn around and look at my little firefly.

  “What is it, sweet girl?” I pick her up and she grabs my face.

  “You won,” she smiles

  “Not yet,” I kiss her little cheek.

  “Yes, you did. I know you did.” She yawns. “So you can go to bed now.”

  I laugh inside, knowing that our little one isn’t going to bed until we have and, unfortunately, I am too wrapped up to have noticed.

  “You’re right. I have won a lot this year and this little election doesn’t even compare to having you and Frankie-”

  “And a whole house full of people who love you.”

  “That’s right, a whole house full of people who love us. Let’s me and you go lay down.”

  “Mama, too.”

  “Of course.”

  We lay in bed with Lily, and Frankie is in the middle of a book when she rolls to her side and looks at me. Her eyes are nearly closed and she yawns, which makes me yawn and she smiles. She puts her hand on my face, “Daddy Jax?” she whispers.

  “What is it, Firefly?”

  “I love you,” she whispers, smiles and closes her eyes.

  “Say it again,” I whisper back as I glance at Frankie.

  “I love you,” she says even quieter.

  “I love you, too.”

  The room beyond the door is a distant memory but demands to be heard. Laughter, cheers, celebration, and congratulations are yelled.

  Lily opens her eyes, “I told you.”

  “Wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t say it.” I smile, she smiles back. “I love you is magical. Makes the impossible possible. If you hadn’t said it I know we wouldn’t have won the election; I also know it wouldn’t have mattered because those three words you just said mean more to you and me than everyone else on the planet.”

  “Magic,” she smiles and her eyes grow heavy again. “I love you.”

  I look up and see my mother in the doorway, “You won,” she smiles.

  “We heard,” I say as I scoot out of bed. “You ready, Frankie?”

  “Give me just a minute.” She smiles and looks up at Mother. “Congratulations, Helen.”

  My mother nods, “You too, Francesca. On the wedding, the baby, and giving Jaxson what he deserves.”

  “Mother, not now.” I walk towards the door.

  “Jaxson, you know I love you and want what’s best for you.”

  “No Mother, I wasn’t aware.”

  “Jax,” Frankie whispers behind me.

  “I do love you, Jaxson,” she says and walks away.

  I turn back and look at Frankie, who is wiping away a tear. “Angel, don’t.”

  “I will and I am.” She smiles and wipes another away. “You deserve to hear those words, not just hear them but feel them.”

  “We all do. Now, come on, Mrs. Irons, let’s go celebrate.”

  “You have a lot to celebrate.”

  “No doubt,” I say and pull her into my arms.

  “Congratulations, Jaxson.”

  “Congratulations, Angel.”

  ### The End###

  I WALK OUT THE DOOR, following Little Lamb to her car. She hits the key fob to unlock.

  “You lock it every time you go somewhere?” I ask as I grab my already packed overnight bag from my truck, lock it up, and walk to her vehicle.

  She gets in the driver’s side as I slide in the passenger side. “Habit.”

  “Good habit to have.” I fumble around, trying to find the lever to move the seat back because my knees are hitting the dashboard.

  “It’s on the side,” she says as she starts the little white Camry.

  “You want to give me your address?”

  “No, I plan on staying with you,” I tell her.

  “I have a boyfriend. I don’t plan on-”

  “Didn’t say I was gonna try to get into your little panties, Little Lamb, and if I have to use the old, I’m leaving tomorrow heading into dangerous territory, just let me lay with you tonight, sob story I will. But I think you knew damn well what you were getting into when I asked for a ride.”

  “I have a boyfriend,” she says as she pulls out onto the street.

  “Who is in the Hamptons with his family? A boyfriend who doesn’t even know you, does he?”

  “He knows me.”

  “Your past, everything you’ve been through? Does he know-?”

  “Stop,” she whispers.

  “Fine, let me ask you something. Does he say he loves you; if yes, does he also show you in actions, in the way he cares for you, your body, your-”

  “Our relationship is none of your business. Now, what is your address?”

  I rattle off hers, knowing damn well she will take me there.

  We walk into her and Renee’s pad, the one Frankie used to share with them. One I know they can’t afford without her.

  “You can sleep in Frankie’s old room.”

  I set my bag on the table and pull out a file, then a bank bag. “Sit for a minute.”

  She looks down at the folder and then back at me as she crosses her arms and rubs her hands up and down them, as if she is trying to warm herself.

  I sit down and nod to the empty chair across the table.

  She lets out a deep breath and sits.

  I push the folder to her, “I know everything about you, even things that aren’t in the background investigation.”

  “Why? I didn’t ask for any of this. I-”

  “Like to slide by unnoticed? How the hell do you expect to do that all your life, when you look the way you do? Little Lamb, you are a beautiful young woman.” She starts to say something and I stop her by holding up my hand
. “You don’t like attention; you tried to hide yourself in dark clothes and way too much black make-up from the time you were in tenth grade on. You feel like you should be ashamed but don’t realize yet that you didn’t ask for it. Only this past year, your junior year in college, did you finally let down that mask. And, my God, Mary, you are stunning. You haven’t fully allowed yourself to accept how beautiful you are and that the shame you feel is not yours.”

  “I don’t know what you think you know, but you’re wrong.” She swallows her lie.

  “Open the file in front of you.” She shakes her head no. “Open it.”

  She takes a deep breath and opens the file. “That’s me. That’s what only Uncle Sam knows about Jebadiah Shadows, my juvenile record. Interesting reading but I’ll give you a brief summary. I beat four men within inches of their life, because those four pieces of shit thought it was alright to pass around my drugged up sister because she was willing and raised in a trailer park: aka, the white boy hood, while she was fucked up on the drugs she shared with my parents. Now, four against one and the one being the only one to walk away was kind of a joke: and the judge, a retired Navy officer. I wouldn’t say I felt remorse because I fucking didn’t. I spent some time in Juvie and when I got out, the judge took me under his wing, so to speak, and I ended up here today.”

  “Is she okay?” she whispers.

  “No. She took her own life while I was locked up. Well, she overdosed, same fucking thing if you ask me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Nature of the beast,” I say and roll my neck. “People can’t be helped unless they are ready and actually seek help. I suppose that’s why this life works for me.” Feeling a little more vulnerable than I expected, I pull back the file.

  “I won’t tell anyone.”

  “I know that. My sister, fucked up or not, didn’t deserve what she got. She did leave herself in a very compromising position and shouldn’t have. Other people who face abuse-”

  She holds up her hand, “Please don’t.”

  “I see you, Mary. I see you and all the beautiful things inside of you. I am slightly obsessed with you, actually. I wanna know how you survived what she couldn’t. “

  “You’re assuming I was abused.”

  “When I look at you I don’t see abused, Mary, I see a quiet strength that I want to bottle up and share with the world.”

  “Yet you talk to me the way you do.”

  “I get hard every time I see you.”

  “And you don’t think that statement, or the prior one about being obsessed with me, should scare the hell out of me?”

  “It should, it absolutely should, but I’m one of the good guys, Little Lamb.”

  She looks down at the table.

  “The bag. There are keys to my apartment, my truck, and-”

  “Wait just a minute.”

  “You can’t afford this place, and I will be gone for a long time. I need someone to feed my plants. It’s safe, and you jumping into this circus-”

  “I haven’t made my decision.”

  “Yes, you have. So has Renee. There are three bedrooms and a security system. It’s safe, and not to be rude, but it’s a hell of a lot nicer than this place.”

  “I have a boyfriend.”

  “A boy. You need to figure that one out on your own.”

  “He won’t take kindly to the interruption of our schedule.”

  “The two nights a week he stays over?”

  “I should really feel uneasy about the amount of time you have spent obsessing over me.”

  “Look at you, Little Lamb is being assertive.”

  “Does it mess with your incredibly large ego?” she scowls.

  “No, babe, kind of gets me hot.”

  She stands up, “I’m going to bed.”

  I wait until I hear her door shut, then stand up and put the file back in my bag. I give her a few minutes more, then take the bag and make my way to her room.

  When I open the door, she is pulling on her nightshirt, “Shadow-”

  “I’m putting this in your nightstand.” I walk over and pull out the drawer.

  “Don’t you-,” she yells.

  “Well, well, what have we here?” I pull out the little silver bullet.

  “Get out!” she says as she jumps in her bed, slides under the covers, and hides her face.

  I pull my shirt over my head and drop my pants, “I’m leaving tomorrow. Heading into dangerous territory, just let me lay with you tonight.” I laugh when I hear her huff.

  “This is wrong on so many levels,” she says from under the covers.

  “Tell me to get out again and I will.”

  “I need a drink, maybe three,” she grumbles.

  I slide in next to her, puling the covers off her face. “Tell me you want me to leave.” She looks at me and shakes her head no. “You feel the same thing I do.”

  “You know my secrets,” she trembles.

  “You know mine,” I say, as I push her hair behind her ear.

  “Yours aren’t secrets,” she says softly as I rub the soft pale skin on her face.

  “They are.”

  “Why me?”

  “I told you, there is something about you I just can’t shake. The Little Lamb hiding in the shadows, and fuck if I don’t want to be that shadow.”

  “If this happens-”

  “When this happens,” I correct her as I slowly bring my face to hers.

  “I have a boyfriend,” is the last thing she says before her lips crash against mine.

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  CHAPTER 1

  “Fucking ride it,” he ordered, digging his fingers into my hips. I took in his lusty gaze as he eyed my bouncing chest. His wavy, dark brown hair glistened with a small amount of moisture from his exertion, sweat trickling down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His dilated pupils were a far cry from the dark blue depths that normally mirrored a stormy deep sea. He licked his full bottom lip as he thrust up hard, making me scream out. “This is what you wanted,” he chided as he battered me with his cock, pounding it in from underneath me as I whimpered through the intensity of his thrusts. He made use of the leather chair he sat on, using the firm cushion to piston his hips upward and bury his length inside of me. He was beyond a skilled lover, and when Devin wanted to punish you, you damn sure knew it.

  Feeling him on the brink, I m
oaned in protest as he pulled out quickly and ordered me to my knees. “Suck me off.”

  Kneeling in front of him now, I looked up to see him eye me expectantly. Without waiting for me to fully open my mouth, he pushed to the back of my throat as he came in hot spurts, and I choked it down willingly. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, massaging up and down my throat with his fingertips as his pumping slowed. He pulled out, rubbing the last drop over my lips.

  “Every drop,” he demanded, pushing his tip back slightly inside my mouth, forcing me to take the last of it in. “Nothing better than you, Nina,” he whispered sweetly, though the words were anything but. The truth was, I hated this beautiful man. I hated that I wanted him so desperately. At one time, he’d meant everything to me. Now I longed for the day I could break free, but I craved him like a drug.

  I fed his need for dominance; he fed my inner whore.

  I pulled down my dress that was now wrinkled from the burden of my knees and looked him over. As usual, he withdrew without a second thought, completely apathetic. This was sex for him, a fix for me. I didn’t ask him for more and he had no intention of giving it. I was a game he had played and won, and I knew it. It had been over months ago when I caught him fucking his wife. That’s right, his wife.

  He fixed his jacket and ran his hands through his hair, looking flawless as he turned to me with a wicked grin.

  “Something on your mind?” I asked, quickly pretending to admire my new eighteen-carrot tennis bracelet.

  “Why haven’t you moved on?” he asked curiously. I knew secretly that was the last thing he wanted me to do. Though he could not care less about my wellbeing, owning me was still a priority to him. He made sure of it with every heart stopping orgasm.

  I walked up to stand by his side then turned my head as I leaned in. “What makes you think I haven’t? It’s only your cock I crave now, Devin. The sex I still have nostalgia for, and obviously the feeling is mutual.”