Since he met Steele, though, it had crept in and now it was all he could think of. A little boy with his hair and her eyes. Or a daughter with her hair and his eyes. He didn’t care, he just wanted a bunch of little combinations of them running around, getting all under their feet and into mischief.
“I’ll most likely bust out in tears and you better not make fun of me, Steele Sloan.” As soon as her name with his last name left his mouth he had to close his eyes, the tears threatened so badly.
He had her. He had the one for him and she lay in his arms and talked of having their children. Then he said, “You are young. It’s a lucky thing you have me because I will allow you to grow in ways most men wouldn’t. You can be interested in whatever you want. It doesn’t make a difference if I like it or not. You can follow your own heart, Baby.”
“What a hippie you’re turning out to be, Arsen.” Steele laughed and kissed his chest. “But thank you for being you.”
“I followed what I was molded to be for far too long. It’s time to find my own path, with you and our family.” He squeezed her and knew she was the right one for him.
Is it possible to love someone so completely the way I love this girl?
STEEL
Arsen gave Steele an expensive sweat suit in blue, he said to match her eyes. He wore a very normal looking gray one and some killer shades that made him look like a work of art in it.
Sitting in the waiting area for his private jet to fuel up and be stocked up for the eighteen-hour flight to the first leg of their honeymoon, the couple waited at the airport to leave.
Steele leaned up against him as they sat in the little seats of the small room. “Really, Arsen? Still you will not tell me?”
His lips grazed hers as he said, “I will tell you this, Kitten. You and I will be joining the mile-high club in the jet’s bedroom while we are on our way there.”
She laughed and batted at his chest.
“Rogue.”
“Temptress,” he countered.
A group of people came into the little waiting area. All well dressed and all looking a little tired. Steele’s eyes ran over the three couples. A tall, dark-haired man with striking blue eyes had his arm wrapped around a tall, blonde woman. Steele felt as if she had seen the woman before.
There was a couple behind them with their arms wrapped around one another. Both had sandy blonde hair and she knew the man. It was a singer named Kip Dixon.
Steele straightened up in her chair as her eyes roamed over the last couple to come in and she had no clue who they were, but they were expecting a baby as the dark-haired woman’s belly was round.
“Hi,” Steele said and waved a little. “Have to get this out there so this doesn’t get weird, but you’re Kip Dixon, right?” Her eyes looked into the blonde man’s brilliant blue eyes.
His Australian accent confirmed it, as he said, “I am. And who might you two be?”
Arsen stood up and pulled Steele along with him.
“Arson Sloan, and my wife Steele. Nice to meet you, Mr. Dixon. I’m a big fan of your music.”
“Thank you. I love to hear that. Call me, Kip.” Kip gestured to the woman who was sitting down already, probably used to people recognizing the man she was with. “That’s my gorgeous wife, Peyton and that man with his arm wrapped around the pretty blonde is Max and his wife’s name is Lexi. And over here.” He turned to gesture to the other couple, the pregnant one. “These two are why we’re here in the first place. Our good friends, Blake and Rachelle. It’s their anniversary. Their first. They’ve been busy as you can tell.”
Arsen and Steele sat back down and the woman Kip had introduced as Lexi, the one Steel felt she had seen before, asked, “Where are you two headed?”
“I don’t know,” Steele said as she looked at Arsen.
Arsen leaned forward and answered, “It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise anniversary present or birthday or anything special?” Lexi asked with a Texas accent.
Arsen answered.
“Honeymoon.”
“Congratulations,” they all said.
“Thank you,” Arsen and Steel said.
“So where are you from?” the dark-haired guy named Max asked.
Arsen looked at him and said, “San Francisco. But as soon as we get back from our trip we’re going to be looking for an estate. I have a penthouse right now and that’s not going to cut it with a wife and family.”
The woman next to Kip, his wife, Peyton, looked at the couple with interest. “Did you say estate?”
“Yes,” Arsen answered. “It needs to be in California and there has to be at least one barn and a bit of land for my wife’s horse. But anywhere in the state is fine.”
Blake looked at Kip then back at Arsen.
“What is it that you do, sir?”
Steele laughed. “Do I hear a lot of Texas accents here?”
Blake, Peyton, Max, and Lexi all raised their hands. Steel nodded and looked at the only girl who she couldn’t figure out where she was from by her accent, Rachelle.
“And you are from?”
“Cali, Baby,” she answered, making them all laugh.
Kip smiled. “So what did you say you do, Arsen?”
“I didn’t,” Arsen said. “I’m a criminal lawyer. And my wife is in school to become one as well. I’m thinking she and I will team up once she passes the bar.”
Steele leaned into him and smiled. “You did?”
He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I did.”
Lexi pointed at Kip and then at Blake.
“These two have estates in a small subdivision in Los Angeles. There are some nice places there with property and many have barns. You might take a look around there.”
Steele couldn’t take it anymore and just asked, “You look so familiar. Is there any way I know you from something?”
Lexi blushed and Max patted her leg and answered the question, “My wife was once on the cover of quite a few books and magazines.”
Steele nodded. “I knew it. With two hot men, right?”
Lexi nodded and smiled. “Right.”
Steele laughed.
“Those books were hot, hot, hot, girl!” She got up and went across the small room and gave Lexi a high five.
The scene ignited laughter from all of them and Arsen smiled at his wife as she took her place at his side once again. She looked at him and said, “Their neighborhood sounds good to me, Arsen. We should check it out.”
Kip pulled a card from his wallet and gave it to Arsen. “Give me a ring, man, when you guys get back from the secret honeymoon. I’ll give you the lowdown on the mansions up for sale around us, Mate. Adding a new bro to the pack would be awesome.”
Steele smiled as Arsen placed the card in his pocket. “Being added would also be awesome,” Arsen said.
Rachelle asked. “You guys planning on starting a family soon?”
Arsen winked at her.
“Tossed the birth control pills in the trash a few hours ago.”
Everyone laughed again. Steele felt lighthearted and at ease for the first time in a long time. As if all these strangers in the same room were their friends already somehow.
“Arsen Sloan, your jet is ready,” came over the intercom.
They got up and Steele was surprised as all the people stood up too. The men all shook hands and the woman all exchanged hugs. Steele had never felt more like she belonged to a group before.
Kip patted Arsen on the back.
“For real, man. Give me a call when you get back. We’d love to have you in our neighborhood. I keep trying to get this couple to come to L.A. but they’re hard core, Houstonians,” he said as he gestured to Max and Lexi.
Max laughed.
“Hilda has her family there, man. I can’t uproot her.”
Steele looked at Max and asked, “Hilda? Is she your mother or something?”
“No, my chef slash house manager. And as close to a mother as I have,” Max answers. �
�But I visit these guys all the time. If you do decide to buy something there, you’ll see us plenty. And our little hellions.”
Steele’s heart filled in a way it never had before. Normal people wanted to be their friends. And in Los Angeles. The changes were moving forward fast, and she was excited about their future.
She waved goodbye as Arsen led her to their jet.
I wonder if I’ll ever see them again…
ARSEN
Steele’s mouth left his hard cock, and she looked at him with the darkest blue eyes he’d ever seen on her. Lust, desire, and pure need filled them. She moved her body over him as she moved up the bed in the jet.
Her lips cocked up to one side as she said, “You are my husband now, Arsen.” She pushed him to lie back as he looked at her with wide eyes. “Mine!”
She made a low growl. Her teeth scraped his neck, and he said, “Kitten, you okay?”
He placed his hands on her arms and held her back a bit.
“Am I getting too wild for you?” she asked.
Arsen’s laugh filled the small bedroom of his private jet.
“Now, come on. We both know you cannot get too wild for me.”
His hands slid down to her wrists and in one quick motion, he grabbed them and turned her over. He pressed her body to the mattress and held her hands behind her back.
Opening the drawer beside the bed he found what he knew would be inside. A pair of handcuffs with the key in the lock. He leaned over her and whispered, “You have the right to remain silent.”
Her breath came out hard as she said, “I won’t give in willingly, officer.”
“But you will,” he said as she licked her neck and closed the handcuffs around her wrists, keeping them behind her back.
“Never!” she shouted.
He pressed her face to the mattress.
“Quiet or your ass will feel the sting of my hand!”
Steele wiggled her ass. “Sure it will.”
Arsen landed a nice slap to it and Steele shrieked.
“Bet you won’t do that again,” she said.
He slapped it again and said, “Bet I will.”
Holding her to the bed, he ran his thick cock along her ass crack. Teasing her as he pressed it to a place he knew she didn’t want it. “Hey! We’re just fucking around here, right?” she shouted. “You know I was playing, don’t you?”
Arsen’s smile, she could not see with her face pressed against the mattress. He stayed silent and rubbed it against the place she told him was off limits. Then he made an evil laugh.
“Do you think playing with me is safe, Kitten? I’m a big bad dog and kittens shouldn’t play with dogs.”
“Arsen! Stop! You’re freaking me out!”
He flipped her over and ran his hands all over her breasts as his dick pressed on her sex. “Am I?”
Steele let out a laugh.
“Fucker!”
Arsen laughed and moved to sit on the side of the bed and picked Steel up like she was a doll.
“Spread, ‘em,” he said.
She spread her legs, and he placed her on his lap, facing him. Her hands still cuffed behind her back. His groan filled the small room as he slid her over his erection.
Hers followed, and he began to pick her up and down to stroke him.
“Arsen, where are we…”
He stopped and smacked the side of her ass.
“You have the right to remain silent, remember? I just told you that.”
Steele sighed. “K.”
Arsen started moving her again and took her right tit in his mouth and sucked on it. Steele made noises he’d never heard her make before. Her heart started pounding so hard, he could hear it.
It made him move her even faster up and down his cock. It was aching for her to come all over it. But he wasn’t going to tell her to do it. He wanted her to cum in her own good time.
He let her breast go and moved his mouth to bite her neck. She made little crying sounds he found arousing as hell. She murmured, “Please tell me.”
Arsen smiled against the flesh of her neck and moved his mouth to her ear, biting her earlobe.
“No.”
Steele fell backward in an instant. Arsen was surprised and held tight to her waist as the top portion of her body was no longer in front of him but now hanging down by his legs.
He pulled her up and when he did he felt the most amazing feeling as her body gripped his cock. She smiled at him. “Let me fall back again.”
Arsen did and felt her body tighten around him again and this time, she pulled herself up. It was even more amazing as she did, gripping his cock like it had never been gripped before.
He looked at her as his breath caught in his chest. “Where the hell did you learn that, Steele?”
“The internet,” she told him with a smile. “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”
She fell back again and started doing some type of sit up as he just held her waist so she didn’t completely fall and her tunnel contracted over his hard dick as she did.
“Oh, Baby! Oh, Kitten! Oh, shit!”
Steele held her body out at a ninety-degree angle to his as he climaxed. Though surprised by the action, he looked at her. “Come!”
She fell back as her body did as he said. She pulsed all around him as the top half of her remained dropped to the side of the bed.
When both were spent, Arsen pulled her up and laid her head on his shoulder and rocked with her still on him. His lips pressed to her neck.
“You and I will find happiness. I never knew I could, but you showed me the way, Baby.”
He took the key and unlocked the cuffs that had bound her hands. Arsen laid her on the bed and massaged her arms and all the joints to get the blood flowing back to them. Kissing every part of both arms as he did.
“Are you about ready to get cleaned up and off this jet so you can see the first place I’m taking you?” he asked her.
“Though, thoroughly satisfied,” she said, “I am ready to see where it is you’re taking me. I have my suspicions, though. Just so you know.”
He smiled and picked her up to take her to the shower. “Do you now?”
She has no clue!
STEELE
Arsen had placed a blindfold over Steele’s eyes as they left the jet. And then he held her tightly to his side with his arm around her waist as he led her to yet another flying machine.
She heard the blades before she felt the wind on her skin. The air was warm, almost hot.
“Arsen, where are…”
His lips pressed against hers as he picked her up and placed her in a leather seat and strapped her in. Then he climbed into the seat next to her and shouted over the loud sounds of what she guessed was a helicopter, “Trust me!”
It seemed like forever as they flew through the warm air. She heard an odd language being spoken by the pilot and Arsen spoke back in the language she thought she may have heard before.
Arsen spoke it much choppier then the male pilot did. Her brain was putting it all together as she felt the blindfold being taken off her. The language was Middle Eastern.
Bright light blinded her for a second then Arsen placed some sunglasses over her eyes for her. And there she saw what she had been dreaming of seeing since she was a teenager.
“Is this for real, Arsen?” she asked as his hand took hers.
“I asked your family where you talked about the most wanting to see. They told me you loved the Transformer movies and really loved the one with the scenes from Egypt in them. Your father told me you said at that time you felt as if you had seen them before. So I knew I had to bring you here to see it all for real.”
“I thought we were going to Paris, Arsen,” she said as she cried. “You said you wanted to see France. And we were married at the Paris place in Vegas. That was a lot of hints, pointing me in that direction.”
Arsen held her to him as the helicopter flew up out of the canyon to make another pass as it was obvious St
eele was not paying attention to the sight in front of her.
“We’ll go to Paris on our first anniversary. This honeymoon is about you, Baby. I told you I was going to spoil you.” His words were punctuated with a kiss.
Steele tried hard not to look at her husband and turned to look out the side of the helicopter.
“Arsen, we aren’t in Egypt, this is Petra. It’s in Jordan.” The magnificent stone structure of what was once only a picture on the screen at a theater filled her vision.
“We will be staying for two weeks and touring all the structures here and in Egypt. Not quite as glamorous as Paris or London, but it is exactly what you told your little sister you always wanted to do one day,” Arsen told her.
“You are one sneaky man, Arsen!” Steele shouted as the helicopter moved through the air in front of the most impressive thing Steel had ever imagined seeing.
That was until the man who is now my husband was right by my side!
The helicopter landed and Arsen got out and helped Steele out. They walked up to the enormous door and into what people thought had once been a church of some kind in ancient times.
Inside people had drawn on the ancient walls.
“What a sin,” Steele said as she ran her hand over one of the drawings.
“Check this one out,” Arsen said as he led her to a large, very primitive drawing of two, giant, black birds, depicted as flying over a crowd of people wearing red, hooded robes and kneeling.
Steele laughed.
“That looks like those things the American Indians called thunderbirds. I don’t know what the robe-wearing people are doing in the picture, though.”
Arsen grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him.
“Probably getting ready to sacrifice a virgin to them.” He tickled her ribs, making her laugh.
“Stop,” she said with a laugh.
He stopped tickling her and pressed her against the wall.
“We’re all alone in here, Kitten.” His hand moved under the short hem of her dress.
Her hands ran around him, pulling him to her.
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