Steel Country Boxset

by Fields, MJ

  “Where’s my dad?” he asks.

  “Down here,” I say as I sit up, shimming my pants up.

  He starts to bound over, while my cock’s still hanging fucking free.

  “Brand, no hug?” Juliana says, making him stop dead in his tracks.

  “Sorry, Mom.”

  I get my dick tucked in, still half-mast, and zip up.

  Gray kicks my shirt over to me, and I duck down, pulling it over my head. Then I manage to stand up just as Brand leans over.

  “Whatcha doing down there, Dad?”

  “Looking for an earring,” I lie, to which Gray chuckles. I kick him in the shin, and he stops.

  “Cool.” He looks at Juliana’s ears. “Dad, Mom’s got ‘em.”

  “Well then, that must be why I couldn’t find them.”

  He nods. “Right. So, all the kids are camping in tents by the lake. Dad—well, Gage...” He pauses and shakes his head. “Well, he said I should ask you if you wanted to camp with me.”

  “I’d love to,” I begin.

  “But he said if Mom needed you, he would love to sleep under the stars with me.”

  “Well, that’s cool, too,” I tell him, sitting on the bed.

  “But he also said that you and Mom should come up tonight ‘cause we’re having a bonfire.” He looks at Juliana and gives her some sort of look.

  “Oh!” Her eyes widen, and she smiles. “Well, I’d love to.”

  He throws his arms around her and whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Explosive

  Juliana

  I don’t want to go up there, I don’t. But Brandon asked me to, and I want to see this little girl he’s crushing on. Judgement, though, I don’t want to face.

  I have met them all, been to functions with the perfect nails, perfect hair, perfect Stepford wife smile, as I lived a less than perfect lie. Now it’s time to face the music, and I should be devastated by this. It should make me want to run and hide, and it does, when I allow it. However, three weeks of seeing him, being with Brandon, watching the boy who ran then faced his demons, I know I can face mine, too.

  “Wow.” Garrett walks into the bathroom as I sit on the counter, trying to put on makeup for the first time in a couple weeks. “You look...different.”

  The smile falls from my face because, as we all know, different isn’t always better. I look back in the mirror as I second-guess myself.

  He sighs. “You look beautiful, fucking beautiful, but I’ve been pretty damn spoiled seeing you with your hair knotted up on top, face bare, and dressed in my tee shirts, like every dream I had for all those years. I’ll take you all made up, too, but give me Juliana in the raw any day and you’ll have my dick and heart jumping out at you.”

  I look down, feeling my face heating up.

  He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “I’ll take you every way I can get you.”

  “Any way,” I correct him.

  He shakes his head. “Every way.”

  He kisses my head and leaves me smiling and less worried, a lot less worried.

  I grab the very plain black tee-shirt in the laundry basket that Mags sent down and put it on over my head before sitting down to pull on a pair of pants.

  “Dammit,” I mumble when I realize nothing is going to fit over my cast, nothing but his boxers that I have lived in since being here...home.

  He walks in the room and peeks around the corner. “Need help?”

  “I need this cast off,” I grumble, giving it one more try, knowing it won’t help.

  He smirks. “Gonna have to wear my tee shirt as a dress.”

  “Or just stay in.” I flop back on the bed.

  He walks over to the closet—well, the corner where my clothes hang on a rod—and pulls down a yellow sundress. “This?”

  “No,” I grumble.

  He still has it, held out and eyeing it while biting his lip. God, he’s more beautiful, and so much harder. I stop and laugh at the irony in that thought

  “What?” he asks.

  I look up, shaking my head, trying not to smile.

  “Spill it.”

  “It’s stupid,” I tell him as I feel my face flush.

  “Now you have to tell me.”

  “You.” I shrug. “You’re still...you. My hero. The boy who didn’t judge me. The boy who became everything to me. But harder.”

  “Harder?” He laughs a little uncomfortably.

  “Yeah, that’s what made me laugh, too. Just harder. Your body...all of it. I mean, damn.”

  “Damn?”

  I nod. “Damn. And your determination...” I look up at him. “I like it.”

  “I know you do.” He holds up the dress. “I like this.”

  “Then I’ll wear it for you another time. How about something longer?”

  He nods then holds up a black maxi dress. “This?”

  “Sure.”

  I’m on his back. Yes, his back, because I think it would be inappropriate for him to carry me cradled in his arms to the bonfire and, as he says, “Doesn’t give a damn.” As we walk out the door, one arm is around his chest, the other has crutches in it.

  “This isn’t going to work,” I say through a laugh. “Put me down.”

  “It’ll work if you stop squirming,” he grumbles.

  “I’m going to drop these things.” I rub my hand over his chest, feeling for the piercing, and when I find it, I give it a tug.

  “That move right there will land you on your back faster than me carrying you across the field.” He looks back at me, and I do it again. “I’m destroying you tonight.” His threat entices me.

  I look up when I hear the sound of a vehicle and laugh when I see it’s Brandon and...well, Phoenix.

  “Wanna lift, little lady?” Brandon asks as they come to a stop a few feet in front of us.

  “I got her,” Garrett says.

  I interrupt, “Yes.”

  I sit in the front, cast to the side, and the men I love are in the back as Phoenix drives us to the lake.

  I look over my shoulder at her as I scoot around. “Thanks.”

  “No problem,” she says, jumping out and putting the key in her pocket.

  Brand is standing on one side of me, Garrett on the other, as we walk toward the bonfire. It’s huge, it’s intimidating, it appears all-consuming, yet the kids, all of them, are dancing around without a care in the world as Grayson plays his guitar and sings.

  “Let’s get you seated,” Garrett says, rubbing his hand up and down my back.

  “Over here, Mom, with all the ladies,” Brandon says, skipping in front of us.

  I follow him, even though I would prefer to sit with the kids because there is less judgement.

  “You okay?” Garrett asks quietly.

  I nod. “I’m fine.”

  He sucks in a breath. “Fine?”

  I nod.

  “Fine’s one of those words that you women say and mean the total opposite.”

  He’s not wrong.

  “Fine means I’m not fucking fine at all. I’m pissed. I’m uncomfortable. I’m...all the above. But that’s not what matters.” I nod toward Brandon, who is standing by a wooden chaise with padding.

  “Fine.” Garrett smiles. “But if it gets to be too much—”

  “I’ll still be fine,” I whisper.

  He nods.

  I sit down and Brandon smiles. “You okay?”

  “I am.” I swing my leg up and on the chaise.

  “I’m going to grab a drink; what would you like?” Garrett asks me.

  “Tea’s fine,” I answer.

  “How about you, Brand?”

  He smiles. “I’ll have a beer.”

  “What?” Garrett and I both ask at the same time.

  He leans in and whispers, “Root beer, geesh. I’ll go show you, Dad.”

  I smile as I watch them walk away together.

  Phoenix comes over and holds out a hotdog. “Mags thou
ght you’d like this.”

  I hear a snort and look in its direction. A woman with black hair, red lipstick, and sunglasses covering her eyes shrugs. “Sorry, just messed up.”

  “Kat,” some pregnant blonde—I think it’s Jase’s wife—scolds her. “Hush.”

  “You see this?” She holds up a glass of wine. “This isn’t hush juice, Carly.”

  “Like it would matter if it was,” a redhead, Taelyn, pipes in.

  Kat flips her off. “Sit on it, Taelyn.”

  I look away from them and take the hotdog from Phoenix. “Thanks.”

  Kat leans forward. “So, let me get this straight. You married Gage when you were knocked up with his brother’s kid, he ran off and fucked his way around the West Coast, and you lied for how many years?”

  “Don’t be a judgmental bitch, Kat,” Zandor’s wife, Becca, who is also pregnant, pipes in.

  “I’m not judging. I’m in awe.” She holds up her wine glass. “You’re my fucking hero.”

  “I don’t really care what you or anyone else thinks of me, actually,” I tell her. “What I do care about is how my son gets through this, so I ask that, when he’s around, you keep your comments to yourself.”

  She smirks. “You just keep getting better.”

  “Back off, Kat,” Phoenix says, sitting down in the chair next to me.

  She laughs. “I should feel judged here.”

  “You’re kind of being a bitch,” a small, dark-haired woman—I’m pretty sure it’s Cyrus’s wife—whispers.

  “Tara, I am only saying what the rest of you are wondering.” She sighs. “Is that being a bitch?”

  “It is,” I answer for Tara. “But I will tell you that, like you, I didn’t think before I acted. I didn’t. I wanted Garrett’s son to be raised by Garrett’s family. It was selfish, it was hurtful to many, but I was an eighteen-year-old girl, living in a motel—”

  “Juliana, you don’t have to explain. I’ve only known her for a couple days, and I know she won’t lose any sleep over it,” Phoenix says.

  “Over what?” Gage asks, handing her a glass of wine.

  Phoenix shakes her head. “Girl talk.”

  His eyes go directly to Kat. “They said girl talk and you haven’t run yet?”

  “I’m a girl.” She laughs.

  He looks back at Phoenix. “You good?”

  She smiles. “I’m good.”

  He leans down and kisses her.

  “See? Right there. Tell me that shit’s not awkward as fuck,” Kat says, pushing her shades onto her head.

  “What the fuck did I walk into?” Gage grumbles.

  “It’s nothing,” Phoenix and I both say at the same time.

  “Well, thank God, because I really could give a shit less about the whole sister-wives thing. I just wanted you two to feel the pressure I feel.”

  “You feel?” Phoenix laughs.

  “I’ve had both your men’s dicks in my hand. There, cat’s out of the bag.” Kat laughs. “I feel so much fucking better now.”

  When she leans back, Phoenix looks at Gage. “You let me become friends with a chick you fucked?’

  He narrows his eyes a little as if there is some different meaning in that statement than what Kat meant to bring out.

  “I may have gone through a time that—”

  “Your boyfriend fucked a friend of mine. She was digging him; he was not digging her. I squeezed his sack.” She shrugs. “I hope it hurt, fucker.”

  Garrett walks over with a tea in his hand as Brandon runs by, arms full of dark bottles of “Beer.”

  “That one, I speared when he was fucked up,” she says, pointing at Garrett.

  He looks back at her. “Kat?”

  “Yeah, Jesus, I pierced your cock, and you’re looking at me like you don’t even know me. Missed a wedding because of it, too.” She looks at Gage. “Hate weddings, anyway. Dicks, I like them.” She looks back at me. “You like my work?”

  My face immediately feels as hot as the bonfire looks.

  “No comment means yes.” She raises her wine glass. “You’re welcome.”

  “She starting shit?”

  I look up at a man covered in ink.

  Gage nods. “Your woman needs a muzzle.”

  “So, is his dick pierced?” Phoenix asks, to which Gage’s mouth gapes open. “What? She’s had yours in her hand. Stuck his with a...pin.”

  “Fucker was bigger than a pin. Impressive piece of man meat.” Kat laughs. “But Ricco’s dick...sweet baby Jesus, it’s—”

  “Kat,” the man behind her, Ricco, shakes his head.

  “A unicorn,” she whispers.

  “Jesus, Kat, will you just—”

  “With a turtleneck,” she adds before sitting back.

  “You’re uncut, man?” Zandor, Gage’s high school best friend, asks.

  Ricco rolls his eyes as he chuckles.

  “Love the man or his dick, Kat?” Zandor asks.

  “Both,” she smarts back.

  Ricco grips her shoulders from behind, and she looks up at him. He winks, and she smiles.

  She does have teeth, not fangs, and her smile is actually nice.

  Ricco holds his hand out to Garrett. “Good to see you, man.”

  Garrett shakes his hand and nods. “You, too.”

  He looks down at me. “Juliana, sorry to hear about you getting attacked.”

  “She got attacked?” Kat gasps.

  I look down.

  “She did. Lucky to be alive,” Garrett answers.

  “Do you not watch the news back home? Been all over the news,” Zandor tells her.

  “It’s depressing,” she says, looking at me. “Shit, sorry about that.”

  “It’s fine.” I shrug.

  “No, it’s not fine.” Garrett looks down at me.

  “It happens?”

  “Never again,” he says, eyes narrowing.

  “Mom!”

  I look over as Brand waves to me.

  I wave back and smile.

  His eyes go left, and I see a girl, a girl who’s older than him, and she’s very pretty. I give him a big smile and two thumbs up. He grins back and nods. Then he’s off running toward the massive slide and swings.

  “Damn, he looks different,” Zandor says, looking at my son. “Bigger?”

  “Kids do that. They grow.” Gage laughs. “He’s shot up like a weed in the past month.”

  “He was a surgeon? Your boyfriend? He lived with you? Jesus Christ.”

  I look over to see Kat is looking at her phone. She must have googled my name.

  “I don’t want Brandon to know that, either,” I warn her.

  “What’s either mean, Kat?” Gage asks.

  “It’s nothing,” I answer, still looking at her. I don’t want her to ask about Gage and Garrett again. I just want normal.

  “You okay, Juliana?” Garrett asks.

  I nod. “I’m fine.”

  He sighs and shakes his head, then his eyes turn toward her.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Lucky She’s A Girl

  Garrett

  “What the fuck did you say to her?” I snap.

  “Garrett, it’s fine,” Juliana say, trying to grab my hand.

  “There’s that word again.” I shake my head and look back at Kat. “What did you—”

  “Man, no disrespect, but watch the way you talk to her,” Ricco warns.

  “I’ve met you three times, man—never saw a dick side to you—but her”—I point to Kat— “different story. I wanna know what she said.”

  “Garrett, it’s okay. It’s over—”

  “Asked her the obvious question. Pretty impressed she pulled it off.” Kat shrugs. “No big deal.”

  Phoenix stands up. “Garrett, she handled it just fine. Jesus, give her some credit.”

  “She handled it the only way she could. She’s dealt with enough for the six-plus years I was gone. Now you got me, Kat. Questions?” I pound my chest. “Shoot, I got them.”
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  “Garrett.” Juliana grabs my hand. “She was just asking what they all wonder.”

  “If anyone has a reason to be pissed off here, it’s me,” Gage interrupts. “And not saying I’m not still chewing on shit once in a while, but we got this. We’re handling it. Brand’s happy as hell; happier than he has been in years. We’re one big, fucked-up, dysfunctional family, always have been, always will be, but we have each other’s backs. We give a fuck about each other. We see the roles we played in a twisted, little tale that started a night we were all fucked up. We own ‘em.” He looks at Juliana. “I own my role; you, yours; him, his; and well, Mom’s a different story.”

  “She had no choice,” Juliana says. “She didn’t, Gage. She kept my secret because she...because she loves you all.”

  “I didn’t know you could actually voice an opinion, Juliana,” he says in a way that rubs me wrong.

  “I didn’t, either,” she says, tears pooling in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Gage, I truly am.”

  “You don’t have to keep fucking defending yourself,” I tell her.

  “You’re right,” Gage says then takes a drink. “Over and done with.”

  “Well then.” Kat claps her hands together then picks her glass up. “Cheers to that. Bygones and shit.”

  “Mom?”

  I look behind me to see Brand.

  “Hey, you wanna go grab some marshmallows to make s’mores?” I ask, catching Brand before he gets to Juliana while she’s upset.

  “Yes!” He pumps his little fist in the air.

  “Cool. Show me where they are.”

  I scoot him away and look back. She’s not looking at them. She’s looking at me, and she’s looking at Brand, smiling.

  Brand is smiling off in the distance, and I’m smiling because he is.

  “You like it here, Dad?” he asks

  “Always have,” I tell him. “Makes you think about nothing but the fields, the trees, the fresh air, and family. Everything that’s important. I missed so damn much, Brand. I promise, never again”

  He shakes his head. “I know.”

  “Your mom, she’s my angel,” I tell him “You, you’re my blessing.”

  He smiles. “And you’re our cowboy. Now I’m gonna get to be one, too.”

  “You’ll be the best cowboy alive.”

  “Got a minute?”

  I look left and see Gage.