by Mj Fields
“Fuck yeah, ride or die.” I took one hand off the wheel and shoved it up her shirt. One handed I unhooked that front clasp, fucking talented, and her heavy titties spilled out. I tweaked her nipple and she arched and pushed into my hand.
“Harder,” she hissed.
“God, I love you.”
My Kitten wasn’t into the real dark shit but she loved a little pain, a reddened ass and marks on her wrists from ropes. She loved it, begged for it even. Fuck she was purrrfect.
She went at it even harder, giving me all she had and I was fiercely focusing on staying between the yellow and white line and trying not to be a bitch and lose my shit as I fucked my Kitten, in my Cougar, going down the damn highway.
The song changed and I sure as hell wouldn’t have noticed it if it wasn’t a song that made my chest tighten and the old ticker skip a beat or two.
“Kitten,” I bit her neck as she fucked me faster. “You seeing stars yet?”
“Close,” she whimpered, “So. Close—oh God!”
“Fuck. Son–of-a-bitch.”
I looked down at the speedometer and it said 95 miles per hour. Shit was building in my balls at the same speed. Her pussy tightened as she screamed out her orgasm.
“My turn,” I pushed in and out of her bouncing her up and down as I filled her with cum.
She leaned back against me as she panted and I deposited one last load inside her.
“Fuck.” I groaned.
“Mmm,” she said as she raised her hand and ran her claws up and down my cheek.
I grabbed her hand and kissed it over and over again, until finally she climbed off my lap and onto the leather seat beside me.
She opened her purse and pulled out those wipey things, she freshened up her pussy then cleaned me up. Yeah she did. Have I mentioned how much I love this girl? Well, I do.
“Last one.” She said as she tossed the empty package in her bag. “We need to stop at the store and grab more before we go home.”
“No problem,” I took her hand and kissed it as I pulled into Steelettos.
“Why is the SUV here?”
I winked and put it into park and hopped out. “Come on Kitten, the new owner is waiting.”
I opened the door as she was applying that glossy shit to her lips, “Bekah, you do not need that shit.”
“It makes me feel good okay. We’ve been through this. I like make-up.”
“Whatever you want is fine with me but you are just as sexy without it.
She looked up at me and smiled, even blushed a little, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
“You’re a lucky girl,” I laughed and held my hand out for her, “Now come on.”
She smiled and took my hand.
When we walked in I saw three women. One I recognized. Giulia was a stunning woman. Tall jet black hair and eyes just as dark. She worked with Sabato at the club he was opening right before I came home from Italy.
“Zandor,” she smiled as she walked up and hugged me.
“How are you Giulia?” I gave her a half hug and glanced at Bekah. “This is my wife, Bekah.”
“So you would be the reason we no longer get to spend time with Zandor?”
“Zandor can do whatever he chooses.”
I had heard Bekah’s voice sound like that before. In the bar in her hometown. It had an insecurity to it, and yes, it pissed me off that she felt that way.
“And Bekah can do whatever she wants. However, we both choose--.”
“Is that so?” I looked back and Sabato was walking slowly towards us, eye banging my girl.
“Welcome to Jersey.” I smiled and let go of Bekah’s hand and gave him a hug.
“Home of beautiful blondes who must have very special hidden talents to have hooked a player.” He chuckled and stepped back. “So Rebekah, your husband allows you to do whatever you choose, huh?”
She looked at me and then back at him.
Before she had the chance to speak I said, “We are very supportive of each other. It’s a much different relationship than what you’re thinking, I'm sure.”
I winked at Bekah and she was looking at the other two women who had walked closer to us.
“I have to use the bathroom.” She whispered.
“You remember where it is or do you want me to take --.”
“I know where it is,” she said excusing herself quickly.
~
Bekah
He loves you, I reminded myself as I looked in the mirror. He married you, gave up all that and this place because he loves you.
I hated insecurity almost as much as I hated what this place represented. He had given no indication that he missed what he did in the past or this type of lifestyle. That car and this bar still got under my skin but I wouldn’t let old insecurities dictate how I lived now or would in the future.
I washed my hands and walked out the door.
“I know she’s beautiful but that doesn’t mean shit, got it.” I froze when I heard Zandor, my husband speaking just beyond this wall.
“We’ve shared in the past.” Sababto’s voice was playful yet commanding.
“You wanna play with my fucking wife?”
“Wife. What the hell happened to you Zandor?”
“I found the one man. Simple as that.”
“The one.” He chuckled.
“You ever see me go after a woman? Chase anything, want anyone for more than a few hours?”
“No.”
“That’s right ‘cause Rebakah Steel is ride or die.”
“Ride or die?”
“You laugh all you want but when it hits you in the face and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, you’ll get it. She’s a ride or die chick.”
“Explain, this, ride or die chick thing.”
“Let me clarify that I didn’t know she was until after I fell in love with her. I saw in her as close a thing to an equal as there could be for me. Didn’t even know it could exist. Then I realized she was ride or die. Ride or die chicks are ones who are down for the good and the bad. They rise to the challenge, you feel me?”
“More explanation.” Sabato said in his thick Italian accent.
“She’s down for any challenge, and I mean any challenge. I can trust her with everything, even my fucking car. I wake up with her head under the sheets at least once a week. She’s funny as hell and genuine. Fuck, she’s amazing. She loves my family and they love her. She doesn’t do the whole gang up on Zandor when shit gets flying around the dinner table, she does the whole hold my hand makes me feel like a god damn man thing. She watches fucking porn with me, sometimes it’s her idea, and she watches baseball with me. She’s my biggest cheerleader, my partner in crime, my partner in life, in bed, in every fucking part of my world. She’s my lover, my best friend and she is the sexiest woman on the planet. She’s fucking ride or die, man.”
I couldn’t help but smile, hell, I would probably be smiling for the next year just because of hearing him say those words. It made me realize even though he was joking about me being the lucky one, I was in fact the luckiest girl in the world.
I walked out as Zandor handed him a set of keys.
“She’s all yours.”
“You sure about the car. You don’t want to keep a little bit of the old you?”
“Hell yes, I’m sure.” He looked back at me as I walked towards him. “You ready to get home and under me?”
“That will always be my choice.”
He smiled and winked then turned back to Sababto, the new owner of Steelettos, and a sixty eight Cougar.
“Ride or die, man.”
~
We pulled into the store in the SUV. Have I mentioned how much I loved this vehicle? I hated that damn car.
We got inside and walked towards the health and beauty section. When we walked past the baby section, I stopped.
He looked over at me and tilted his head to the side, “Why are you stopping?”
“Carly said th
e wipes were part of why Kiki smells so good. She also said that she uses them.” I laughed. “I think I’ll get them instead. Maybe some of that lotion too and maybe--.”
“We are grown-ups Kitten, come on.”
“I like the smell.”
“I don’t want you smelling like a damn baby, come on--.” He tugged at my hand.
“I make my own choices, isn’t that what you said?”
“Fine, grab some baby wipes and lotion Bekah, do we need diapers?”
I laughed, “Well you’re kind of acting like a little baby right now so maybe we do.”
He crossed his arms and pouted, “I’ll meet you back in the adult section, where adults get toiletries and things of that nature.”
“Okay, you do that.”
Zandor was back before I was done smelling lotions. He was holding a few things in his hands.
“You ready?”
“I am, Baby,” I giggled as I walked past him and swatted his ass.
~
When we got home he seemed to be in a better mood.
“Yankees start in ten.” He yelled over his shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
“I’ll make popcorn.” I yelled back.
Zandor left the bags on the counter, which was sort of unlike him but I knew he was in baseball mode so it was no big deal. When I reached in and pulled out the contents, I was shocked to find a box of condoms inside.
I was on the pill, so these certainly weren’t necessary. What the fuck?
After a few minutes, I calmed myself down. I walked into the living room and handed him a beer and the big white and red stripped plastic popcorn container.
“Gonna be a great game, Kitten. The Sox are gonna get their ass handed to them tonight.”
“I bet.”
I walked out of the living room and up the stairs. I changed into my nightgown and brushed my teeth. Yes, I was stewing. I was pissed at that asshole and whatever he had going on in his head was not cool, not cool at all.
I got into bed, shut off the light and lay down as I tried to drown out my thoughts, my insecurities, and plan my next move.
I must have dozed off because I woke when I felt the bed dip beside me. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me closer to him.
“I’m just not ready to share you yet alright? Your body, your time, your body,” he repeated as he kissed my neck. “None of you. I want you all the damn time and you want me just the same. So we wait four of five years, will that kill--.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He rolled me to my back and looked into my eyes, “Really?”
“Really, Zandor, I was fucking sleep--.”
“Bekah, ladies don’t say fuck.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “I’ll let it slip this time.”
“Oh, that’s nice of you.” I said sarcastically.
“So, condoms in the popcorn, that’s an interesting topping,” he chuckled as he kissed my nose.
“I have an incredible urge to knee you in the nuts right now,” I tried to remain calm but I couldn’t. “Do you want to fuck those, those, whores!”
“First of all you better not knee me in the nuts. You wanna smack them around a bit I’m game but--.”
“Get. Off. Me.”
“Are you gonna drink the Kool-Aid?”
“What the hell are you talking about Zandor? You know what, never mind, I’m not talking to you!”
“No you’re not, you’re yelling.”
He managed to get his knee between my legs, no doubt saving himself from an injury and he laid on me.
“Are you hard!”
“Yep, sure am.”
“Zandor I swear to God if you don’t get up--,” he smirked and then bit his cheek.
“God you’re beautiful right now. Pretty fucking ridiculous but beautiful just the same.”
I thrashed a bit and it only seemed to intensify his hold, and yes, his erection.
“I want no one but you. But---.”
“But?”
“I’m not ready to have kids, Bekah.”
“What makes you think I want a baby?”
“The way you were talking about Kiki. How she smells, how soft she is, and then baby wipes and--.”
“You are so damn self absorbed sometimes you know that?”
“If you want kids sooner, then we talk about that shit not--.”
“I was thinking about my past! I was thinking about my mistakes and my--.”
“Okay. Shit, you’re right I am an asshole. I didn’t even think--.”
“How could you not think of that? How could you not look at me and think of the crap--.”
“I’m not looking back, you should try it, Bekah. We’ve been through this. Christ things have been amazing.”
“I screw things up. I--.”
He took my head between his hands and held my face so I couldn’t look away, couldn’t look at anything but him.
“Just seeing you has fixed whatever society deems as wrong in my past. We were growing up, and doing it so that we were led to this exact moment and exact place in time.”
I nuzzled my face into his chest.
“Next time you feel out of sorts, let me know?” He asked.
I nodded, “She does smell amazing.”
“She’s perfect. In five years ours will be, too. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“You wanna go watch the game?”
“No, you go ahead.”
“I’d be a dick if I did and I’m not a dick. So tell me what you want from me.”
“Cuddle me.”
“I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you, Kitten.”
Chapter 8
Xavier
“Z, it’s fucking fine man,” I pushed his hand away from my damn tie.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate suits? Yeah, I hate them and that hot ass red head knows it too but her parents insisted on the full blown Irish Catholic ceremony and apparently she wants it too, more for them. I know that and it’s cool.
She loves her family almost exactly the same way I love mine. The difference, she’s a chick, a hot as fuck chick that I can’t get enough of. And if she wasn’t tired from the baby I planted up in there, (fuck yeah I did, pretty damn far up in there, too) she’d want it just as much as I do. Her brothers know how I feel, I don’t plan on hiding that shit either. Jase asked me to think about how we’ll be when Bella starts dating. No brainer, I’ll kill the fucker. But this was different. Taeyln was different.
“You’re representing today X. The Steel men sure as hell aren’t going to be out shined by them kilt wearing fucks.”
“Please, like that would happen. I could walk down the aisle in fucking sweats and a wife beater and all eyes would still be on my ass. I don’t need a damn monkey suit or a fucking school girl skirt for that to happen.”
“No shit, right,” Z laughed.
“Boys,” Momma Joe popped into the groom’s room. “Are we ready?”
“And raring to go Momma Joe,” Zandor picked Momma up and spun her in a circle.
She laughed and he set her back down. “Give us a minute Zandor.”
When Zandor left the room Momma gave me a hug, “You’re ready for this Xavier.”
“No doubt.”
“I know, it wasn’t a question. You have always fought to be your own person.” I just smiled and nodded. “Yet, you let your Momma pick your wife.”
“Momma, you know it wasn’t like--.”
“I’m joking, kind of.” She started tearing up.
“Momma don’t do that.” I hated when she was upset. Pissed I got used to, upset no getting used to that. It didn’t happen often and when it did, it was like a fucking knife in the chest.
“No Xavier, you are my baby. My baby, the last of my boys to get married so naturally it’s going to be the hardest but I’m gonna be honest with you and this is between you and me..”
“I know I’m your favorite, Momma.” I win
ked.
“Your sister-in-laws are just as much part of this family as I am. I love Taelyn as much as I do Carly, Tara, and Bekah. The difference is, we are their family solely. Taelyn has a very solid and close family. This floods me with emotions and worry about seeing less of you. But I also feel joy that you’ll have gained three more brothers.”
“I’m not sure they feel the same, Momma.”
“They will eventually.”
“You’re gaining two as well, Momma.”
“I am.” She hugged me again. “I also want you to know that your father would be so proud of the man you have become. Being the youngest, you had the least amount of time with him, but you also had him around more of your life than your brothers. You are very much like him, strong, independent, and stubborn as the day is long. You also have his eyes and his heart, Xavier. Love that beautiful girl.”
“Forever, Momma.”
Bagpipes started playing and Momma and I both laughed, “I thought that was Scottish?”
“Apparently not. Have you met her brothers yet?”
“No, I have my four boys to check on,” she started straightening my tie.
“Anyone else touches that thing and I swear I’m taking it off.”
“You’ll do no such thing.” Momma hugged and kissed me. “Now give me a minute to get seated.”
“I’ll seat you.”
“That’s not tradition.”
“May not be but it’s my day and if I wanna seat my Momma, I will.”
~
We walked out and passed the bagpipes and Momma winked at me. We entered the sanctuary on the right and walked up the side to the front row where I gave Momma a kiss and sat her with Carly, Tara, Bekah, Bella, and Kiki. Kiki was gonna stick, Bella and I would make sure of it.
I walked up and gave Cyrus, and then Jase bro hugs, you know the kind, one arm, smack on the back and over in two point two? Yeah, that kind.
When I got to Z he had that fucking look, “Bro, don’t start.”
“Do you see your sister in laws over there in skirts?” I smiled and nodded. “You better be prayin’ that bun in Irish’s oven is a girl ‘cause no Steel man is going to a wedding dressing in drag.”
Mom did the throat clearing thing she always did to get our attention. We both looked at her and smiled and yeah we took our places, ‘cause Momma said so.
