Steel Couples (Men of Steel Book 10)

by Mj Fields

  Mimi is murmuring, “She’ll be here. I’m not ready to leave. We’re gonna win this thing.”

  “All right, party’s over. Let’s go.” Giovanni swoops in and lifts up the woman who, if I were a lesser man, I would leave here while taking my wife fucking home.

  Once he has Mimi out of my sight, I look at Carly. “I am really un-fucking-happy—”

  “Jase, just don’t, okay?” Carly sighs.

  My mouth snaps shut, and I nod. “Let’s get you in bed.”

  She shakes her head. “There is no decision made yet.”

  “Fuck if there isn’t.” I move closer to pick her ass up, but she hold her hand up, stopping me.

  “I can walk,” she says. “I need to walk with my head held high. And you”—she pokes me in the chest—“need to back off until official results are in, Jase.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Carly.” I scoop her up. “Decision made. I’m getting you the fuck out of here.”

  “Put me down.” She puts up half a fight and, I swear to fuck, the goons step toward me.

  “You better march your delusional asses back into estrogen world or, I swear to God, I will take three months of sexual frustration out on you in the form of fists meeting faces,” I hiss at them as I walk with my wife to the car.

  “Jase!” she yells at me.

  “Don’t say another word,” I snap a her. “Not one.”

  “Fuck you.” She glares as she holds my shoulders.

  I should be pissed, but fuck if that doesn’t get me all sorts of excited. And yeah, she knows it.

  When we drive by Trump Towers, Mimi fucking stands up out of the moon roof, flashes the crowd at a stoplight, and yells, “Suck it!” Then, well, then she vomits.

  I should be back there helping my wife, but she has put her tiny, little foot down, so I am giving her this moment to go all Steinem.

  “Bitch is crazy,” I grumble under my breath.

  Giovanni laughs. “Entertaining, though.”

  Giovanni carries the little feminazi into the hotel and to the elevator while she spews crazy shit.

  “The truth will set you free, but first, it will piss you off,” she slurs.

  “You’ve pissed off a few people tonight,” I hear Giovanni whisper.

  “Oh, okay, Mafioso,” Mimi snorts then smacks his back.

  He looks up at the ceiling and rolls his eyes.

  I look at Carly, who looks down. I know that look. She’s either going to laugh, or keep trying to look all Betty Badass.

  “Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning,” Mimi says as her head flops back.

  “Dreaming would require sleep first. Feel free to start that cycle,” Giovanni says quietly.

  This time, Carly snorts.

  “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.”

  “Brilliant,” Giovanni says on a sigh.

  Mimi opens her eyes and smiles a big, goofy, drunken smile. “It’s all Steinem. She is so inspirational. She has made women in this country”—she hiccups—“stronger.”

  “She lives in Canada,” he tells her, and I can’t help laughing.

  “And Gandhi lives in India.”

  “He’s dead,” Giovanni says as the elevator door opens.

  “I’m alive.” She starts to fuss, so he lets her feet hit the floor. “And if that orange … Kanye-West-like, reality star, joke of a man wins, I’m gonna be Canadian, too.”

  “Perfect,” he says, trying to keep her on her feet. “I’ll drive you to the border.”

  “I wouldn’t do that. They may not let you back in if … he wins.”

  “I’m a US citizen; I’m all set,” he tells her firmly.

  “You might be revoked,” she warns him.

  “Trust me; I’ll get you over that border and back to the country I’m proud to be a citizen of.”

  “Now, you are proud now. What about when it all goes to hell?” she snaps.

  “Can’t get any worse than this,” he says then turns to walk away.

  Carly is with her now, helping her change.

  I look at Giovanni. “Sorry about all that.”

  “Not a problem,” he says as I hand him a beer.

  “Have a seat?” I ask.

  He nods and sits.

  “Liked what you said,” I tell him.

  “Thank you.”

  Carly comes out and looks at me then him. “I’m going to bed.”

  I nod. “Good. You need your rest.”

  “Yes, I certainly do,” she huffs then marches into the master bedroom.

  I put my feet up on the coffee table and silently chuckle.

  “Who do you think is going to win?” Giovanni asks.

  “Whoever the electoral college says. That’s the thing; nothing’s gonna change, no matter how much people piss and moan. But they will. They’ll be all up in arms about whichever candidate is elected. You vote?”

  “This morning,” he answers before taking a swig of his beer. “First election ever.”

  “Then you did everything you could. It was over as soon as you filled in that bubble.” I laugh. “But then your employer pulls you into a fucking political war zone. I suck, man.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “It was actually interesting.”

  He and I stay up and wait until the race is called.

  I am the happiest fucking American there is. Not because Donald fucking Trump won, but because this shit is over, and Carly, oh Carly, is in for one hell of a ride.

  “It’s done.” I clap my hands and smile. “Congratulations, you survived.”

  “It is over,” he agrees. “You voted for Trump, I assume?”

  “I voted for the anti-political bullshit ruining our country. I voted against media’s bullshit. I voted based on my beliefs and for my children’s future. Men should be fucking men. Women shouldn’t have to fill both roles.”

  “You don’t think a woman is a good choice as a leader for our country?” he asks.

  “Depends on the woman,” I answer as I walk with him toward the door. “Momma Joe would kick this country’s ass into shape. Carly would try to make everyone happy, and it would ruin her. Mimi? Fuck no. She hates men.”

  “Is she a lesbian?” he asks.

  “Not that I’m aware of.” I scratch my head. “She probably wants to be.”

  He smirks. “Who could blame her?”

  I laugh. “Pussy is the best.”

  “It is,” he says as he starts to step out, and then we both freeze when we hear Mimi throwing up in the bathroom.

  “She is determined to ruin my night,” I grumble.

  “I got it,” he says, walking back in.

  “No way in hell should you have to deal with that, either.”

  He smirks. “You can pay me overtime.”

  “Triple time,” I offer.

  “Perfecto.”

  When I walk into the bedroom, Carly is fully clothed and passed out across the bed.

  I move her as carefully as I can, not wanting to wake her … even though I should. Then I take off her shoes before slowly unbuttoning her pants, which is a bad idea because now I can see the little baby bump and I want to kiss on it, lick it all the way down to where the entire pregnancy situation started—her pussy.

  Instead, I kiss up, giving her soft, little kisses because I am very, very much going to have her how I want her tomorrow, and I will be damned if she’s not rested.

  No Matter, Forever Steel Baby

  Carly

  * * *

  When I wake up in the dark, I feel beside me and find the bed is empty.

  Getting up, I use the bathroom, and when I come out, I can’t find my phone. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember having my phone after the last message from my very angry husband.

  I wonder where he is.

  When I walk out into the suite, I find Jase standing at the window. He has absolutely nothing on.

  When I gasp, he turns around. His face holds no expression, none, and I am
honestly a little afraid.

  As he slowly walks toward me, I blurt out, “What time is it? Have you talked to the girls? Where’s my phone? Where is Mimi?”

  “What’s my name?” he asks, avoiding every question I ask.

  “Jase, I’m—”

  “The Jase, baby. Today, my name is The Jase.” He narrows his eyes at me.

  “No.”

  “Oh yes. Oh … fucking …yes.” His hands are on my hips, and then he swiftly turns me around. “Gonna love this victory party.”

  “No. Nope. Not until …” I gasp when he cups me from the front.

  “Girls are fine, Mimi left hours ago, and your phone is in my possession until I have collected my … prize.”

  I try to stop him. “Jase—”

  “The Jase.”

  “You are … Oh hell,” I sigh when he pushes his finger under my panties. “I am not ready.”

  “You are. You’re nice and wet,” he says as he rubs his finger back and forth, just between my folds.

  “I need time to process,” I tell him.

  “Not gonna happen. You’re gonna beg me,” he says, walking us toward the bedroom. “I mean, The Jase.”

  “Jase,” I start, trying to muster up a fight, but then he pushes a finger inside me and I can’t help moaning.

  “Love that sound, baby. The sound of me making you hot. But today, The Jase is gonna be selfish. After all, I won a bet.”

  His lips are on my neck before I can tell him he’s incapable of being a selfish lover, remind him, bring him back to a reality where he does not stand in the middle of the room butt-ass naked, demanding me to call him The Jase.

  “Oh God.” Another finger pushes into me and curls up.

  “I’m gonna get you off really quick, and then you need to beg.”

  “Damn you,” I groan as I grind against his hand, knowing my over-hormonal—yes, right now I am pretending it’s the hormones—self wants what he is offering.

  “That’s right, baby, fuck that hand,” he says, still moving us forward toward the bathroom.

  “What are you …? Oh, dammit,” I whimper as his thumb pushes against my clit.

  “Take it, baby. I’m only offering this once. Come on my hand, come for yourself, and then, fuck, I’m going to ride you so hard,” he growls into my ear, and yes, yes, it’s fucking hot.

  “Jase,” I whimper as I look behind me.

  He gives me what I need. His mouth, his tongue, the sweet, contradicting roughness of his touch, and I fall apart on his hand, against his mouth.

  “Fucking love you,” he says, pulling his hand away then putting his finger in his mouth, sucking me off them. “So fucking much.”

  “Enough to back off this … insane bet?” I ask, hoping he says yes.

  “If last night hadn’t happened, yeah. But it did, so no, not a chance.” He chuckles as he walks away and starts the shower. “Get naked, baby. The Jase needs you.”

  “Unreal,” I grumble under my breath, trying to force myself to be pissed.

  Do you know how hard it is to be pissed when you have just woken up to an insanely hot man, naked and waiting for you?

  It’s hard.

  Do you know how hard it is to be angry when said man just gave you an amazing orgasm seconds before you are trying to be mad?

  It’s really, really hard.

  “Take it off, take it off,” he chants adorably.

  And I do.

  Naked in the shower, he positions me under the stream of hot water, facing him. He then grabs my hair and pulls back so my head is positioned under the flowing water. His lips meet my neck, and then he runs his tongue up to chin as he begins massaging my hair.

  If this is me losing a bet, I am so going to lose every one made in the future, on purpose.

  When he is done scrubbing my head, he turns me around. “What’s my name, baby?”

  I start to give him a dirty look, but I stop when he puts his mouth against my ear.

  “A bet is a bet.”

  “Fine, The Jase,” I say, annoyed.

  “What do you want The Jase to do to you, Carly?” he asks in a sexy Jase voice.

  “Stop making me call him The—”

  “Need a reminder?” he asks, rubbing his finger up my thighs and between my legs, stopping … there.

  “Jase,” I say, instinctively squeezing my butt cheeks together.

  “The Jase,” he whispers, and I swear I hear him snicker.

  When I look back, he rolls his tongue across his lower lip.

  “Fine, The Jase. Please, oh God, please shove your big, old dick—”

  “It’s not old,” he cuts me off, sounding offended.

  “Dear God, Jase,” I scold. “I’m holding up my end of the …” I stop when he pushes me forward so I am bent over in front of him.

  “Say it,” he demands, bending and kissing between my shoulders.

  When I don’t respond, he kisses lower and lower.

  “Say it,” he repeats, gripping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Beg me, baby.”

  Before I can say a word, I feel this tongue travel south, staying in that one little spot far longer than ever before. Then he pushes his finger inside my front and … sensation overload.

  “Oh God.”

  “The Jase,” he says, nipping my ass.

  “The … The Jase,” I say as the heat inside me rises.

  I feel his thumb press against my ass and gasp.

  “Say it, baby.”

  As his fingers curl inside me and the pressure builds against my ass, I gasp.

  As he pushes in farther, fear of this … this act dwindles.

  I arch my back against him, and he groans, pulling his fingers out of me and replacing them with his cock.

  As he slowly pushes inside me, my knees begin to shake and I slap my hands against the shower wall to hold myself in place.

  “Fuck, I want in farther, Carly Steel. Say it,” he groans.

  He doesn’t wait for me to say anything as his finger, or thumb, or whatever it is pushes deeper into … all of me, and it’s … glorious.

  “Fuck my ass!” I cry out.

  “What the …?” he growls as he fucks me.

  A finger in the ass, cock in my pussy … “Yes! Oh yes!” I cry.

  “Shut the fuck up, baby, or I swear I’m gonna blow a hole through you,” he hisses as he fucks me.

  “I want more!” comes out of my mouth.

  I would be devastated, embarrassed, but it feels so good.

  “What?” Jase gasps, and I look behind me.

  His mouth is open, and he looks shocked, but I don’t care.

  “I want more,” I repeat.

  “Carly?”

  “Jase, fuck my ass.”

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he hisses as he pumps in and out of me, and then there is more pressure.

  “Oh God!” I cry.

  “Tell me to stop.”

  “It’s dirty and naughty, and I feel so overly full, and it’s wrong, Jase, so wrong, but I want it. I want you … everywhere.”

  “You got it. Anything for you,” he says as he looks down at my ass. Then he pushes two fingers deeper inside.

  “Yes! Oh, dear Lord, yes!”

  “I. Am. One. Lucky. Mother. Fucker,” he says, pushing his rock-hard cock inside my pussy harder and faster.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

  I cry out the most intense orgasm of my life.

  And he doesn’t.

  After our “shower,” I am wrapped in a robe and taken to bed where we lay and kiss and touch and smile and kiss some more.

  “What got into you?” he asks before rubbing his tongue ring across my nipple.

  “You,” I say on a sigh.

  “I sure did.”

  “It was intense. Very, very intense.” I reach around him and grab his rock-hard buns. “Want me to show—”

  “Fuck. No,” he says, looking at me like I’m nuts.

  It makes me lau
gh and him scowl.

  “Why would you even ask that shit, Carly?”

  I shake my head and smirk. “What?”

  “I have never asked to fuck you in the ass because I prefer your nice, warm pussy. I know you and knew this shit would come up.”

  “Well, then maybe you didn’t know it was something you craved,” I say, knowing he’s going to freak out.

  “Crave? Baby, don’t you ever say shit like that to me,” he says, nipping my nipple.

  “Well, then why would you have made the bet?”

  “Never thought you’d actually beg,” he admits.

  “But, you didn’t actually put it in my ass.” I state the obvious.

  “I was two digits, knuckle deep, when your eyes almost rolled out of your head. Do you think that was really a good idea?” He looks at me like I’m nuts.

  I shrug.

  “I’ll fuck your ass, Carly. I’ll fuck it till you pass out.” He says it like a threat.

  When I smirk, he shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

  “After you have our child.”

  Smiling, I nod.

  “Now, I’m gonna eat your pussy,” he says, throwing my robe open.

  And he does.

  In the car on the way home, I talk to Mimi. She is very apologetic. I make her promise to visit for Christmas, and she says she will. She actually acts excited.

  Jase looks at me as I snuggle up to him.

  “Thank you.”

  He nods. “What my baby wants, she gets.”

  I look up at him. “I want no more election talk.”

  “I wanted none to begin with.”

  “I heard you last night when you were talking to Giovanni. I understand why you voted the way you did. But my vote is mine—”

  “Never an argument from me,” he says defensively.

  “I know, I know,” I sigh. “I’m sorry about Mimi.”

  “You have to deal with Zandor. I can handle her.” He winks.

  “You know how much I love you?”

  “Yeah, baby, I do. Forever Steel.”

  I nod. “Forever Jase and Carly Steel.”

  Then he kisses me, rubbing the metal ball up and down my tongue.

  God, I love him.

  * * *

  ### The End ###

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