by Fields, MJ
“Always liked Ranger better, but Neo’s work is better today. More detailed and more thoughtful.”
I look at Tags. “I can’t make the decision.”
“Gotcha.”
“So, who is it?”
“Gotta be Neo, Bella.”
“But—”
He kisses me to crush my crazy. It happens every time I allow myself to get worked up.
“It’s going to be fine.”
I watch Tags stand in next to Dad.
“Today, we combined the scores of the in-studio judges and the online voters, and we have a winner. Today’s winner gets one hundred thousand, and our runner-up will receive fifty thousand.”
“With the judges scores and the viewer’s votes, the winner of the fifty Gs is … Ranger. That means Neo is Convicted Ink’s season one’s ultimate artist. Congratulations, man.”
Champagne, confetti, and congratulations all around.
Neo, for the first time ever, looks at Tags with gratitude and not disdain.
“We have one more surprise.” Tags smiles and holds his hand out to me.
“We do?”
“We do.” He gives me a real wink, a husband wink, and whispers, “Go get Luna?”
Walking over with Luna, Tags smiles at her as he picks her up. “Are you happy, Luna?”
“The happiest. I have a mommy, Momma Bell.”
“And I have a daughter who rules the moon.”
She grins at me.
“I’m not gonna ever promise you anything I can’t give you again, Luna.” He looks past me. “Kiki, could you bring over the pup?”
Luna screeches, and I am pretty sure I do, too, as Kiki walks over with a tiny, little ball of black fur.
“Is it a boy or a girl, Daddy?”
“It’s a girl.”
“Her name is Midnight Moon.”
“And just like that, Luna has named her new best friend.” Kiki laughs.
“Is it a Bolognese?”
He nods.
“You’re the best.”
“No, sweet treat, we are.”
Epilogue
Two steps, and her back is against the hotel room mattress, and I have my arm around her back, pulling her against me. I lift her chin with my other hand and crash my lips down on hers for a much-needed private kiss.
She immediately tangles her hands in my hair harshly and pulls me closer. She grips my lower lip between her teeth in a more aggressive move than she has ever made when my lips are on hers. Then she sucks hard, pulling at my lip, and I move in to grab hers. She then pushes her tongue into my mouth and licks so fucking deeply that I nearly lose it.
I reach lower with one hand and grab behind her knee, jacking it up around my hip while grinding against her. She moans when I pick her up and step forward, wanting her back against the wall to show her just how much I want her, just how fucking hard I am … for her.
When she releases my hair and links her hands behind my neck, pulling herself up so her legs are around me, I groan
“Jesus Christ, sweets,” I hiss as she crashes her mouth against mine … again.
I pull back and set her down, “Gotta stop for a minute. Gotta show you something.”
“Huh?” she asks confused as I step back further.
I pull my shirt over my head.
“You are the sexiest husband ever.”
I turn so she can see my back. ‘Forever Bella’s’ is written over my entire back now.
“Mine,” she coos, “all mine.” She reaches around me and grabs my dick.
“Easy, sweets.” But then I decided I don’t want it easy.
I turn, grab her up and pinning her against the wall, I grind against her as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder.
“Fuuuuck.” I thrust against her, needing a connection. “My cock is so fucking hard for you, wife.” I grind in as she licks up my neck.
With my head sticking out, begging for action, I unbutton my pants and immediately hit her bare skin.
“Bella, your pussy is so hot.” I grind against her. “So fucking wet.”
“I need you.”
“When?” I start to slow down, a little tease to work her up even more.
“Now, dammit!” She buries her head in the crook of my neck as she reaches between us, grips my cock, and rubs it between her legs. “Oh God!” she cries as her head falls back and hits the wall.
I contemplate pulling out, making sure she’s okay, but when she starts riding me, grinding against me, fucking … me, I know damn well I’m not strong enough to deny myself or her.
“Fuck.” I thrust in deeper, harder, faster.
Her moans, her cries, the sound of our flesh connecting, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as we fuck, it’s like we have been apart for a lifetime.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss as I pull her harder against me, turning us and walking quickly to the bed. I lay her down on top of the stark white duvet, grab her ankles, throw them up on my shoulders, and fuck her through our first orgasms. My cock is still not ready to stop, my body not ready to disconnect, and my fucking soul needs to show her who her soul belongs to.
“Your pussy is mine.” I slam into her.
“Yes!” she cries.
I lean down and take her mouth, fucking it with my tongue, pushing hers aside. “Your mouth, mine!”
“Oh God,” she sobs out.
I kiss and lick and scrape my teeth down her beautiful, long, slender neck. Then I take her nipple in my mouth and clamp down before sucking it out long and hard. I feel her body tense then shake as she grips the duvet and holds her breath.
I push myself back up and spread her legs open wide as I drive into her, watching my cock slide in and out of her. “Your cum”—I drive in harder, faster, deeper—“mine.”
As she cries out, “Yes!” she comes so hard, so exquisitely.
I pull out and grip my cock, stroking it as I drop to my knees and lick her pussy until it’s dry.
When she lies limply, panting, I stand up, still stroking myself. “Open your eyes, sweets. This is all yours.”
She opens her beautiful blue, tear-stained eyes and watches as I jerk myself hard and fast before coming all over her belly. Then I flop down beside her, rest my head on her chest, and use my fingertips to rub my cum into her skin.
“No one else but me.” She sniffs, her body shaking.
“No one else but you,” I whisper before looking up at her. “No one ever again.”
I hold my fingers up to her mouth. She wraps her hands around my wrists and sucks them clean.
“Fuck yes,” I sigh.
After several minutes—hell, maybe hours of silence—I lift my head from her chest and look at her. “You wanna go again?”
“Husband, I could go forever. Forever Steel.”
And I know she could.
“Forever mine. Forever Steel.”
~ The End ~
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THE STEEL WORLDS
(Recommended reading order)
The Men of Steel Series
Jase
Cyrus
Zandor
Xavier
Forever Family
Raising Steel
The Ties of Steel Series
Abe
Dominic
Eroe
Sabato
The Rockers of Steel Series
Memphis Black
Finn Beckett
River James
Billy Jeffers
The Match Duet
The Unsocial Dater
Match This!
ImPerfectly Matched!
The Steel Country Series
Hammered
Destroyed
Wasted
Tied in Steel series
Valentina
Paige
Steel Crew
(Generation 2)
Tagged Steel
Branded Steel
Laced Steel
(July 2020)
Justified Steel
(September 2020)
Tricked Steel
(November 2020)
Title TBA (January 2021)
Title TBA (March 2021)
Title TBA (May 2021)
Title TBA (July 2021)
THE LEGACY SERIES FAMILY OF BOOKS
(Recommended reading order)
The Love Series
Blue Love
New Love
Sad Love
True Love
The Wrapped Series
Wrapped In Silk
Wrapped In Armor
Wrapped Always and Forever
The Burning Souls Series
Stained
Forged
Merged
LRAH Legacy Additions
Love You Anyway
Love Notes
The Way We Fell
The Truth About Love Series
27 Truths
27 Lies
The Firsts Series
Her First Kiss
His First Crush
Their First Fall
27 Truths About Their First Goodbye
Their First Time
The Norfolk Series
Irons
Shadows
Titan
Timeless Love series
Unraveled
Deserving Me
Hearts So Big
Couture Love
The Caldwell Brothers Series
(co-written w/ Chelsea Camaron)
Hendrix
Morrison
Jagger
Visibly Broken
Use Me
Standalones
Offensive Rebound
About the Author
MJ Fields is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and new adult romance novels. She lives in New York with her daughter and smoochie faced Newfie, Theo.
When she's not locked away in the cave, she enjoys spending time with her family, listening to live music, watching theatre, singing off key, dancing to her own beat, listening to audio books, and reading— of course.
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Acknowledgments
To all those who love the MEN OF STEEL,
You are the reason I get to do what I love everyday. You share your love of this world and that love, that loyalty to this family, is what this series has and will always be about.
Forever Steel!
To Andrew England,
You are the perfect Tags. Thank you for being the face of the first second generation Steel novel.
To Jules,
Thank you for you beautiful work with this series, love you.
To Autumn,
Thank you for being here and keeping me on task. It’s never easy, lol.
To Kris,
This wouldn’t have come together on time if not for your help, and ability to work with me. A million thank yous.
To my reader group and ARC team,
I fucking love you all. #ForeverSteel style.
To Diane and Bobbie,
A special thank you for swooping in, last minute style, and helping polish and shine. Love you both so much.
To Kate Stewart,
You give good ‘aftercare’ girl. So glad to have you in my life, for the good times, and the bad.
To Chelsea Camaron,
This series kind of solidified our path, Forever Steel. Love you.
To Miss A,
When you’re older we’ll discuss the fact that my words may be disturbing to you now but someday babe, you’ll get it…But not too soon okay?
The line “Don’t ask me to stay when you taught me to fly”… That’s for you to use in a couple years.
Love you… more.
Sadie, Doctor Accident
Iron Orchids
By Danielle Norman
Sadie, Doctor Accident
I’m no damsel in distress. As a motorcycle deputy, I’m used to living life on my own terms and love hanging out with my friends. I believe a woMAN is the only man capable of getting the job done right.
Until a pair of piercing blue eyes stops me in my tracks and turns my world upside down, with his more than capable hands willing to prove me wrong.
Dr. Ryan Montgomery is a widower and single-dad that is in over his head, and he’s not the only one. I’m used to going after what I want, and I want him— in my bed and in my life.
Unfortunately, Ryan lost his wife four years ago and thinks dating a cop will put him back into a world of grief that he barely survived the first time. I just have to convince him I’m safe.
And pray I’m right...
This is dedicated to the real Lizzy. You my dear, are a clitcake.
In the end, death will always find us, there is no escape. It is what we do with our life from our first breath until our last that matters.
Don’t be like Lizzy, don’t be a clitcake.
And though she be but little,
she is fierce.
- William Shakespeare
Prologue- Sadie
The bond that ties us is angels…
Twenty-four years ago
“Hi, Daddy.” I yawned and rolled onto my back. Daddy was sitting on the edge of my big-girl bed, and he was crying. Daddy cried a lot.
“Sadie, do you know what an angel is?”
I nodded because I was a big girl, I knew what angels were. Daddy was so silly. “Yes, Daddy, we put an angel on the Christmas tree. She’s beautiful.”
“That is one type of angel. But people can be angels too.”
“I know, Mommy said that she’s going to be an angel soon. She said that since I have you, God needs her to take care of some of the other little children in Heaven who don’t have a mommy or a daddy. But I can still talk to her whenever I want. She’ll always be near and be listening.”
“That’s right, and even though you might not be able to see her, if you close your eyes, you’ll be able to feel her.”
“Okay, Daddy.” I didn’t know why Daddy was talking about this, Mommy had already told me about being able to talk to her. She was even getting ready for her halo. God had to make her hair fall out so when she put on her halo it wouldn’t slip. The lady who came to our house every day to check on Mommy said that the tubes were to help her breathe, because the air in Heaven was different and Mommy had to get used to it.
“Sadie . . .”
“What, Daddy? Why are you crying?”
“Mommy is now an angel.”
Prologue- Ryan
Death was what we had in common…
Four years ago
“Multi-car wreck, female, thirty years old, heart stopped on the way here,” Logan called out as he and his partner pushed the stretcher into the ER.
“Follow me,” Polly said, rounding the corner of the nurses’ station and falling into sync with the paramedics’ rushed steps as she directed them toward the operating room. I slid my hands into gloves and moved into the room just as they were transferring the patient to the table.
“Let’s get X-rays. Whoever is available from surgery, get them in here and prepped. Let’s get the IV started. Has anyone gotten a blood type yet?” I continued to call out standard protocols based on what little information I had as I moved around the room. That was when a team of nurses closed in to prep the victim and remove the scarlet-stained bandages from her head and limbs.
Polly whimpered, but I ignored her as the heart and blood pressure monitors started blaring alarms. I turned, my eyes jumping to the long, flat line on the screen, I was ready to lurch forward and begin chest compressions on the woman who had gone into cardiac arrest. That’s when my whole world dropped out from beneath me. My breat
h stalled, and my heart beat furiously, as if it could beat for two people, unfortunately not for the woman lying on the table.
In those brief tenths of a second, I took in the changes around me, a calm in the air, a chill in the temperature, it was as if a squall line had swept in. My mind refused to believe what my eyes were telling me, and I was pretty sure I shuffled back a step. As if the distance, no matter how small it was, would break whatever fucking illusion was in front of me.
“Dr. Montgomery.” Polly squeezed my arm as her voice cracked over her words.
Real.
This was real, and I was just standing there. I would rip my own damn heart out if it meant she would live.
My wife.
It was choreographed chaos. One nurse attached pads, one to Deirdre’s chest and one to her back, then moved to start an IV. Dr. Ragland held a tube and began intubating while Polly started chest compressions.
He had stepped in when I couldn’t, when I was too shocked and confused to move.
“Epinephrine,” Dr. Ragland called out and a dose was shot into Deirdre’s IV. That was followed by five more rounds of chest compressions. “Epinephrine.” It was a cycle, repeated every three to five minutes.
“I’m calling it, time of death, seven fourteen.” He stepped back, and our eyes locked.
“No.” I charged him. “Fine, I’ll do it.” I placed my hands on Deirdre’s chest, one on top of the other, and pressed in the center. “Beat, damnit, beat. You can’t do this to me. Beat.”
“Everyone, clear the room, let’s give Dr. Montgomery some space.”
“Don’t you dare leave this room. You’re not done. Keep working. Do you hear me? I said to keep working.” How could they do this to her? Deirdre was a doctor too, they knew her, they worked with her.