Cyrus

by Mj Fields

  I sat behind her and pulled her back against me, “Good though Birdie. They loved you.”

  “I love them, I remember them,” she pulled forward and stood up wiping her eyes and started to walk away. She stopped and turned as I was standing, “Are you feeling alright?”

  She walked up and felt my head, “I’m fine Birdie.”

  “You’re warm,” she pulled her hand away.

  “I’ll be fine, why don’t you go take your bath. I’m gonna warm up some soup and…”

  “No sit,” she pushed me towards the recliner, “I’m going to get you some.”

  “Birdie you take care of you…”

  “I want to take care of you, first,” she didn’t wait for a response, she turned and walked away.

  I was pretty sure she needed some time and I was real sure I was feeling like nine day old unwashed desert ass right now so I sat.

  ~

  I must have fallen asleep for a moment because I woke to her feeling my head again.

  “I’m good Birdie.’

  “Okay here’s your soup, I didn’t warm it in the microwave.”

  “Thank you,” I knew I was staring and I knew she was feeling uncomfortable. “Go take a bath Birdie, I swear to you I can figure out the spoon.”

  She reached down and rubbed my head, “I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life. I don’t know if my parents begged God to save me, or if it was just dumb luck. But Cyrus I know that if they’ve been watching, they’ve seen a lot of things that they wouldn’t be proud of me for and I know that from now on I am going to make them proud. Thank you so much for all you have done—for me.”

  She cupped her little hands under my chin and kissed me. Her lips felt as soft as I imagined angel wings would. She didn’t pull away, she held her lips to mine and let out the sweetest little breath before turning to walk away.

  Fucking Vagina, vagina, vagina! I was seriously concerned that my balls were leaving me and you know what, I sometimes need to make sure they’re still there, so yeah I checked and guess what, they were still there. Thank. God.

  ~

  I ate and put my bowl in the sink, I grabbed a glass of water and filled it up and slammed it. Hydration, that’ll help me feel better. When I felt better maybe I could step back and look at this like I should be looking at it. Clear headed, not fucking birds chirping and shit.

  I opened the door and Bella was all curled up sound asleep. I opened the next door and Zandor was doing the same. I felt like fucking Goldilocks trying to find a bed that was just right, and Truth is, I knew where I wanted to be.

  I opened the door and she wasn’t in bed. I heard the shower running and immediately worried she had slipped, it had been twenty minutes since she came upstairs. I knew this because I watched the damn clock, every minute that ticked past to be sure I gave her some breathing room.

  I walked in and she was crouched down in the shower with a wet towel wrapped around her crying. I turned off the freezing cold shower and grabbed her hand, “Birdie, I thought you were relaxing in a bath.”

  “I’m not ready yet.”

  I grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around her, “Talk to me.”

  “I’m confused,” she shook her head from side to side, “I’m happy and sad, relieved and worried. It’s crazy, so crazy.”

  I walked her shivering into the master bedroom and fuck if I wasn’t cold too, “You’re shaking, Cyrus.”

  “You are too, come on get in bed,” She climbed in and I lost the shirt, opting for her body’s heat instead.

  It was instant, as soon as I laid down she was wrapped around me, making these little noises as she scooted in closer, tighter against me.

  “Talk to me,” I rubbed her back and she started tracing the mirror.

  “You talk, I’ve talked more tonight than I have in years,” I looked down and she was all over that tattoo.

  She was rubbing it back and forth, “Birdie what are you doing?” I held my hand over hers.

  “Erasing it,” she looked up at me, “I wish I could you know, take this away.”

  “That’ll never go away. It stares at me every day.”

  “Well I wish I could. Maybe if you face it head on, like I did down there it’ll feel better.”

  “Birdie it’s not just there, alright.”

  “It’s what you see in you, and it’s not true,” she rubbed lower across the V.

  “Hey Birdie, you probably shouldn’t do that,” I meant it too, it felt good, too good.

  She pulled her hand up, “Truth should be here Cyrus, your heart tells the truth.”

  Now her little paws were rubbing across my heart, and my nipples. Now Jase has nipple issues, loves his played with enough to pierce them. I on the other hand, never dug that until right this second, and with everything I had I was not gonna do shit with her tonight, just hold her. Take care of my friend. My naked as a jay bird friend who was wrapped around me rubbing on me.

  She was sensing my frustration and I pulled her leg up further, honestly so I didn’t hump her leg like the damn dog I was. Fuck-- she did shit to me!

  “Tell me please.”

  “Broken mirror, six pieces. Momma Joe, Dad, Jase, Zandor, Xavier, and…” I cannot believe I am gonna tell her this shit, “Julie.”

  “Oh,” most girls would retreat when they heard another chick’s name but not her, she rubbed it again.

  I was fucking cold again and she was warming me so I let her continue.

  I looked down wanting to see her expression and she looked up at me. She kissed me, She. Kissed. Me. I didn’t start it this time. And thank God she pulled away, and then kissed my cheek and my nose? What the hell was that about?

  “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

  ~

  I woke and felt better. I opened my eyes and it was only six thirty. Immediately I thought the whole Julie thing pushed her to the edge. I ran down the stairs and she was at the stove.

  Her hair was up on top of her head in a ponytail. Cute as shit, but even better was that tight ass tank top and my fucking boxers hanging off her ass cinched at the side with something. Yeah I was hard as fuck, insta-stiff. What happens next…?

  “Uncle Cyrus!” Bella dove on my back and I crashed into the back of her.

  I quickly braced my hands on either side of the stove so I didn’t push her any more than I already had. She turned around quickly and I swear I was dying here. She looked down to see what the hell was going on and her jaw dropped and then snapped shut and she closed her eyes really tight which made me laugh a little. She looked up at me and then her eyes widened.

  “Hey Bella, good morning,” I looked over my shoulder and she was laughing.

  “What are you making?”

  As if on cue, Zandor walked in and started singing, “Hanging round. In the kitchen by myself and I had not enough time to eat it all up by myself and there she was like double cherry pie, yeah there she was like disco super fly, I smell socks and pancakes.”

  “Socks and pancakes?!” Bella laughed and dove onto Zandor.

  “Oh maybe not socks, maybe it’s your breath let’s go brush those teeth,” Zandor winked and whisked her out the door.

  I didn’t move and she looked down again and then looked up at the ceiling and let out a slow steady breath, “You feel better?”

  I chuckled, “Do I?”

  She smirked and bit her lip.

  “We making pancakes or burning them?”

  “I was doing just fine until you --interrupted,” she giggled and turned around.

  “I was doing just fine until I saw you in my underwear.”

  “I got up at five and did laundry, I threw everything in and I had no clean underwear.”

  “Oh I see. So all those ones Carly picked up are dirty already. Tara, you don’t have to make up excuses I totally get why you’d want back in. But this friend thing isn’t gonna work if you keep coming on so strong.”

  She giggled, “I’m coming on strong? You nearly speare
d me from behind.”

  I smiled, “Don’t say shit like that.”

  She cut a pancake and lifted the fork to my mouth, “Then don’t do shit like that.” She smiled and I opened my mouth, “Now eat.”

  Holy shit the look she was giving me was fucking hot. I took in a deep breath and nearly choked.

  “You’re supposed to chew first,” she laughed and grabbed her glass of water, “Now drink. They’re not clean until they’re washed.” She turned around and I leaned against the counter and watched her flip the pancakes.

  I had no idea what she was talking about, all I knew was those little Razzles were real fucking alert.

  When I looked up she was shaking her head from side to side, she saw me checking out her tits, busted.

  “They like me.”

  “Of course they do.”

  Bell and Zandor came back in and Zandor looked down at me and mumbled under his breath, “Put that shit away.”

  “I’m gonna go shower,” I made it out safe and undetected by little eyes.

  I’m really hoping this is quick, I fucking needed to fucking cum.

  Driving Stick

  I was washing the dishes when he finally came down, “Where is everyone?”

  “You want some coffee?”

  “Sure, any food left?” He sat down and smiled at me.

  I pulled the plate out of the oven, “Still warm, and no microwave. So you were gone awhile. Um, Zandor got a call and was asked to bring Bella immediately. She was nervous and I let her go through a box, she found a little pink blanket which she said made her feel brave.”

  “I should go…”

  “Nope I talked to Carly, she said you should stay and get better. Sleep another day because apparently you’re gonna be needed. She is going to swing by in a few hours and teach me to drive. Which I told her I really didn’t need to…”

  His eyebrows shot up, “She’s going to teach you? Hell no, I’ll teach you.”

  “Well, I think she needs a break and well…”

  “No, not gonna happen. I’m gonna teach you and you’re gonna learn on stick.”

  He shoved the food in his mouth and threw back the coffee, hot coffee I might add, and he immediately went to the faucet and stuck his mouth under it. He had to bend down pretty far. He was tall, he was built and his ass was so damn nice, almost as nice in those jeans as in the buff. I don’t know what my problem is but he was like a hot fudge sundae on the hottest July night.

  He turned around, “Go get dressed, I’m going to teach you how to drive.”

  “Carly and I are going to….”

  “Not gonna happen,” he called over his shoulder and walked out of the room.

  ~

  “Alright, make sure it’s out of gear. Push in the clutch, hold the brake and turn the key. Simple you got this.”

  He was eerily very calm, and I wasn’t. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and then did as he said.

  “Push it up to first gear, now ease off the clutch and push the gas, gently. Slow and easy Tara, take your time, get the feel of it. No need to rush it. You’ll feel the engine talk to you alright?”

  Oh, my God. I’m not going to be able to do this with him. I was not feeling the engine I was feeling his voice and his command. But I would be damned if I wouldn’t try.

  “That’s it Tara, you’re doing great. Okay pull on out towards the street…”

  “WHAT!?” The Jeep jerked back and forth and then stopped.

  He laughed, “Keep calm Birdie, you got this.”

  “No I don’t. We were going to drive to a parking lot and practice Cyrus, I don’t even have my permit.”

  “You’re not playing with the girls now Birdie, come on lose the shirt and let’s do this.”

  He reached over and put the Jeep in neutral and pressed my legs down, “Ease into it, no harsh moves. Nice and easy.”

  “I don’t want to,” when he chuckled I realized I was pouting and then I decided not to.

  I didn’t listen, I drove around the parking lot getting the feel of things. He was right, apparently he wasn’t trying to get me all hot and bothered.

  “You like Carly?”

  “I trust her.”

  “I’m glad,” he sat back.

  “Do you trust her?”

  He looked at me oddly, “Sure with some shit, of course.”

  I was going to ease into this, nice and slow just like I was driving this Jeep, “Did you trust Julie?”

  He shifted and I looked over, “Eyes in front of you, on the road. A vehicle can be a weapon. Big responsibility, head in this Birdie.”

  He was dodging and I didn’t want to push, but I wanted to know, “Did you love Julie?”

  “Tara, not gonna happen.”

  “Why is it okay that you know everything and I know so little?”

  “It’s in the past alright?”

  “Carly said she was an ex-girlfriend.”

  “Did she now?”

  “Yes.”

  “What else did she say?”

  “That she was …that you blame yourself for her being on drugs.”

  “Tara, not something I care to discuss.”

  “But it still hurts you.”

  “No it really doesn’t.”

  He laughed and I knew better. I knew because as hard as life had been, there are moments. Little things in some people’s eyes, be it a movie, a song, a talk with a child. Moments that change us forever.

  I wasn’t going to push him, but I knew as soon as he could see what I could see, what everyone around him could see he would have that moment. But it had to be when he was ready.

  “Alright Tara, let’s get out there.”

  I did, I drove onto the road and there were other cars, it wasn’t overwhelming, I didn’t have to count.

  We were at a red light and I looked over and watched his hands. He was rubbing them up and down his legs slowly.

  “Birdie it’s green.”

  I hadn’t noticed. I was watching him, his hands.

  I laughed at myself and he chuckled, “Let’s go.”

  I must have put it in the wrong gear, because the Jeep started jumping and he was pushing my legs down on the pedals. We stalled and I couldn’t stop laughing and neither could he. He leaned over and kissed me. Possessively he held my head against his. His mouth covered mine and I held his face in my hands. I tilted my head back needing a breath, needing everything to stop spinning.

  My hands rubbed his knees, just like he was doing before. I wanted him so badly. My hands rubbed up his leg and I didn’t stop there, I felt him. Hard, so hard and I could feel the heat coming off of his body.

  One hand was behind my head, the other up my shirt. Pinching, pulling, rubbing my breast. He pulled back and looked angry, frustrated, absolutory positively beautiful. He was the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. His looks alone could ignite a desire so deep inside me that I felt like liquid heat. I pulled his hand between my legs and rubbed against it. He bared his teeth and I swear I was soaked, wet, drenched.

  “Cyrus,” I didn’t care where I was, my inhibitions melted away. I didn’t care that he was watching me. I wanted him to see, to see what he did to me.

  “Fuck Birdie! We need to get back. You’re gonna cum right here and I want to be on you, in you, I wanna hear you scream my name. I want to feel your wet little pussy sliding around me. I wanna…”

  He stopped and tried to pull his hand away, “No, don’t please.”

  “Birdie we got the police coming up to your window. Don’t say shit and agree with everything alright?” I nodded and sat back, “Roll down your window.”

  He leaned across me and planted his big strong hand between my legs and his finger stroked me.

  “You have a broken down vehicle-- you should put your hazard lights on,” he looked in and I smiled.

  “Sorry officer,” I tried not to move or breathe after that because I’m pretty sure I moaned.

  “Can I see your license and regis
tration please ma’am?”

  “Yeah we were just talking about that, she left her purse home. Is it possible you run her name. Carly Smythe Steel. I’m her husband Jase Steel,” Cyrus stuck out his free hand and shook the officers.

  “Nice to meet you Mr. Steel. You own Steel industries?”

  “Well my entire family does, but now I’m the egomaniac in charge. Right Baby?”

  I smiled and shook my head. He continued rubbing me and still I didn’t dare speak but when I could I was going to yell at him for lying to an officer of the law.

  “Let me check this name against the plates Mr. Steel…”

  “Jase Steel,” Cyrus corrected him.

  “Alright, sit tight.”

  Cyrus sat back and laughed to himself.

  “That’s wrong!” I hissed at him.

  “Nope, not yet it’s not.”

  I had no idea what he had planned but he looked like he was intent on doing something.

  Cyrus jumped out of the Jeep and I watched as he walked around the back. The office got out of his vehicle and I watched in the mirror as they chatted. Cyrus laughed and then the officer laughed and I was pretty sure we had not just gotten Carly in trouble. Thank. God.

  Cyrus opened the door, “Carly, unfortunately your license has your maiden name on it still. I asked you to change that Baby.” I opened my mouth and he covered it, “He understands, no big deal. We just gotta get that done. Climb on over.” He reached out and shook the officer’s hand and got in.

  “That did not just happen. Is she getting a ticket?”

  “Yeah she is,” he was trying not to smile and failing miserable.

  “Why? Why would you do that to her?”

  He stopped laughing and started the Jeep, “She had it coming.”

  “Because she told me about Julie?”

  “That shit’s in the past, not going to revisit it.”

  He was quiet for a while and then he looked at me, “You wanna fix that today?”

  “Fix?”

  “The ink.”

  “Oh, are you sure you feel up to it?” I reached over and felt his head.

  “Pretty sure it was a forty eight hour thing, same as it was for you.”