Forever Family: Jase and Carly Summer Loving part 'Due' (Men of Steel #5)

by Mj Fields

  ~FOREVER FAMILY~

  Jase and Carly summer lovin

  Part Due

  Novella

  By

  MJ Fields

  Published by

  MJ Fields

  Copyright © 2014 MJ Fields

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  Table of Content

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Sneak peek of ABE

  A taste of Irons

  Chapter 1

  Carly

  Jase Steel hasn’t changed too much in the past few years. He’s still controlling, protective, and loves me harder than I could have ever imagined anyone could love.

  Yes, I said harder and I mean that in every sense of the word. When his overprotective, dominating nature has pushed me just about to the breaking point, he makes me dizzy with that smile, that dimple winking, those chocolate brown eyes that melt my panties and the way he says ‘Baby’.

  That cliché and over used terms of endearment in the books I read wasn’t the same when it fell from his lips. Nuh uh, no way. His voice, his gaze, his overall sexiness when he delivered that word to my ears was like a gift from God above; it made everything in the world better. After that flower fragrance intensified, chocolate tasted more chocolatey, colors were more vibrant, and a hug meant to calm, ignited that spark deep inside me, turning me into a sexually amped up hormonal Momma to be. That name, Baby, still after all this time, had the same effect on me.

  My mom’s friends, the book club, and I still read books together like we always did when I lived in Palo Alto, we just discussed them in a different forum. FaceTime.

  Tonight as Jase slept, I finished Irons, book one in the Norfolk series. Jaxson Irons may be on a different beach than the Jersey shore but this shore whore was turned on and needed some steel, Jase Steel.

  I would never admit that a book could get me worked up to Jase because he would freak if he knew I was turned on by anything other than him. He wouldn’t understand that I had read hot books for years and until I found him I didn’t really know it could actually be that hot. Kissing was different, it was another form of an erotic language. His tongue tasting me, his lips rubbing over mine softly and then in seconds turning into a possession, a claiming of what he wanted most in this life, me.

  I still have no idea how that happened, I mean I was nice looking. I wasn’t a dog or anything. But sexy? Pfftt, me? No. Well, not until I realized that I was--to him anyway. And I was going to embrace the hell out of that because in case you don’t know it yet, nothing feels better than sexy.

  Well, I was sure feeling sexy now, and horny.

  Should I wake him? Probably not. He hadn’t slept well in months.

  He lost the first and only other woman he had ever allowed into his very guarded heart during childbirth. I knew that was exactly why he fought with me when I told him I wanted to have a baby. That was why after only three months of marriage he tried his damdest to curb his sexual desires. That is why as excited as I was about becoming a mother and allowing Jase Steel, my husband, to experience the joys of pregnancy, I hid it from him for three months.

  I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to feel everything a woman does when she has a little life growing inside of her, and keep it to myself until I had to share it.

  Not that Jase and Bella were not enough, they were, but I wanted to fill our home. I wanted to grow and live without fear of loss. I know it was crazy and wrong and deceitful, but I, too, had suffered a devastating loss and I knew we deserved to be happier.

  “ Jase,” I tapped his chest as lightly as I could knowing that every time I so much as move at night he jumps out of bed trying his best not to be--well Jase.

  I leaned over and kissed his chest and, yes, I pulled his nipple ring with my teeth a bit. I was very, well horny lately and overdue. My doula, who I was seeing behind Jase’s back because he didn’t want some ‘Damn quack’ doing the job of a real doctor, a ‘female’ doctor because no ‘God damn male pussy lover was going to have the satisfaction of seeing what was mine and poking around it.’ She told me that sex may help induce labor and that my husband’s seed, (yeah she said seed, how completely adorable was that?) could thin the lining and also help speed up this now nine month and two week pregnancy.

  He jumped but I held my hand to his chest and continued playing with his ring.

  “Baby, it’s three in the morning.” He said calmly after he realized I wasn’t giving birth in our bed.

  “Pregnancy hormones must be putting mine into over drive. So this is completely your fault.”

  I kissed down his belly and he groaned, “Is that so?”

  I looked up as he pulled my hair away from my face so that he could see me.

  “He’s hungry all the time. Can’t get enough--.”

  “You just made the Prince bow. You can’t talk about my boy when you’re talking about sucking my dick Carly.” He pulled me up and hugged me as he yawned. “Sleep. Save your strength for when you go into labor.”

  He kissed my head and rubbed my back.

  “You do remember I won’t be able to have sex for at least six--.”

  He sat up and groaned, “Your voice has a direct line to the Prince, he’s awake and raring to go. I want you from behind. All fours.”

  I immediately did as I was told.

  “Fuck Baby, you’re already wet. Soaked actually,” he said as be kissed my backside and stroked his finger up and down my very swollen and very hungry who-who.

  “I want you.”

  “You better never stop.” He groaned before he sunk one finger inside me, and then another.

  I pushed into him and whispered, “More.”

  “As you wish.”

  He was on his knees behind me holding my hip in his hand as the other hand guided that beautiful thing topped with a crown over my clit. God I loved steel, Jase and that steel Prince.

  “Oh,” I whimpered.

  “Oh what baby?” He did it again.

  “Jase, please just--.” He pushed into me. He wasn’t one to make me beg.

  I looked over my shoulder needing to see his handsome face as he entered me. The way his mouth opened slightly and his eyes hooded was so sexy as he pushed in
deeper. That sight was almost as orgasmic as when he was hitting that--. “Yes.”

  “Right there baby?” His hand left his cock and now both hands were on my hips as he slowly pushed in and pulled out, in and out, in and --.

  “Oh God.”

  “You feel so fucking good Baby so--.”

  “Jase!” I screamed and surged forward, laying on my stomach and rolling onto my side. God that hurt.

  “Baby was that--.”

  “I think my water broke Jase.” I cramped and tried not to cry out but it hurt, it hurt so bad.

  “Fuck,” he jumped up and knelt beside the bed so he was inches from me. “Breathe baby and don’t you stop, do you understand me?” I nodded. “Carly fucking breathe!”

  I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath but when I let it go I cried out again as another cramp rolled through me.

  “How long have you been hurting?” He asked as he threw his jeans on.

  “All night, I just thought that—Jase it hurts.”

  “Okay,” he bent over me and began rubbing my lower back in small circles. “When you stop hurting, we get you dressed. We get to the hospital and—God damn it Carly, breathe!”

  I exhaled, “I didn’t realize I wasn’t. Jase I’m sorry.”

  I started crying because one, it hurt and two, I was worrying him.

  He kissed my head over and over, “Has it passed?”

  “I think so, yes.”

  He ran to the closet and grabbed the hospital bag that I had packed, and that he checked-- every night.

  The door opened and Momma Joe peaked in, “Is it time?”

  “Uh huh,” I wiped my tears and nodded.

  “Oh beautiful Carly don’t cry. Trust me, it will be over in no time and you’ll be holding that baby in your arms and ready to do it again in six months.”

  “Momma don’t push it,” Jase gave her a look as he knelt before me with new underpants.

  “I’m dirty,” I whined and I hadn’t meant to. My plan was to be a rock star while in labor.

  “Make a deal with me okay, Baby?” I nodded. “We get you to the hospital then you can take a shower.”

  “A bath, I want a bath.”

  Momma Joe was pulling off my nightgown as Jase was pulling up my panties. “A bath will help you relax,” she said soothingly.

  “Bella,” I said as she pulled a clean shirt over my head.

  “It could be hours, we’ll let her sleep and when she wakes up, I will bring her, yes?”

  I nodded.

  Joe brushed and braided my hair in less time than it took Jase to call for a car.

  “You look beautiful Carly. Soon you’ll be nursing your child and this pain will mean nothing.”

  They both helped me stand, Jase grabbed the bag and we walked down the stairs. When we got to the bottom, I covered my mouth to stifle a scream and when pain caused my knees to buckle, Jase picked me up.

  “How far apart Jovanni?”

  “Three minutes, maybe four.”

  “You need to go. Carly you’re very lucky, it should go fast.”

  “Tell Little Bell I can’t wait to see—oh God.”

  “Come on.” He kissed my head and carried me out to the waiting car.

  Chapter 2

  Jase

  “Baby stop holding your breath.” I was trying to stay as calm as I could but she was a fucking wreck.

  God, I loved this crazy woman. Her entire pregnancy it was all about a quiet birth, and just us, as our son came into the world, no drugs, all natural, soft music—which I forgot her damn phone with her birthing playlist—Fuck!

  “I’m good Jase, okay I promise. I promise it won’t be like--.”

  “I know, you just don’t forget to breathe, that shit’s important you know,” I wiped the tears from her eyes as she smiled a big fake as hell smile.

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” she cried into my chest.

  “How much longer George?” I growled at our driver.

  “Be ni-ni-nice,” she panted.

  “I only have to be nice to you right now, got it? It’s me and you and Kenny fucking G Baby.”

  “I forgot my phone Jase,” she started to panic, “We have to go back.”

  “No we don’t, that’s why God invented iTunes, we’ll load all that shit--.”

  “Jase,” she pouted.

  “Beautiful calming music onto my phone okay? No big thing right? Breathe Baby.”

  “It hurts to breathe,” she hunched over and I rubbed her back.

  “That better?”

  “Sure.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle and she looked at me like I was crazy, “Full of shit Baby that’s all. You take care of you and that boy, don’t worry about me. When you’re tired and can’t deal, just breathe, I got all three of us.”

  “I love you so much,” she hugged me tight and then another one hit and she squeezed my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe.

  “I love you, too, Baby.”

  I was timing contractions and they were now two and a half minutes apart.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I held her on my lap, and sent a text to her obstetrician-- fucking talented, I know.

  She was quiet and I didn’t wanna say anything to disrupt whatever she had going on in that crazy beautiful mind of hers, but I didn’t wanna not say anything either. So I just kept rubbing her back.

  “Jase?”

  “Yeah Baby?”

  “I’ve gotta tell you something—OH GOD!”

  “Tell me later.” She was holding her breath again. “Baby you gotta breathe.”

  When she opened her mouth to breathe she cried out and let me tell you that shit hurt me too. There wasn’t a fucking thing I could do and it sucked.

  “Good job, you’re doing great Baby. Look we’re here.”

  Thank fuck!

  I knew she didn’t want any damn drugs but what the hell, she needed them.

  “I’ve been seeing someone behind your—Oh it HURTS!”

  I did lose my shit for a moment, silently. I froze. Now I was the one who needed to breathe.

  George opened the door, “We’re here. Good luck Mrs. Steel. Stay strong Mr. Steel.”

  “Thank you George.” I slid out holding Carly.

  “Jase—“

  “We’ll talk later okay?” I don’t know who this guy was, Mr. calm and cool and-- fuck, I had to hold it together.

  We walked in, “We’re preregistered Jase, just our name.”

  “I got it Carly. Save your strength.”

  They brought out a wheel chair to take her into her labor and delivery room. They changed her into a gown and hooked her up to an IV.

  “Would you like something for your pain Carly?”

  “Nope, natural right Jase?”

  “If it hurts take something. Don’t--.”

  “I need your phone.”

  Another contraction hit and she rolled to her side and hugged her knees.

  “Breathe, Carly. I said breathe!”

  When she did she cried out. “I need your phone!”

  When she was done she sat up and looked at me. “I’m sorry Jase but I really hope you understand. I didn’t do it to hurt you.”

  “Seeing someone else wasn’t supposed to hurt me Carly?” Her jaw dropped and I handed her the phone and turned and walked toward the door.

  “You’re an idiot Jase Steel!”

  I turned around, “Apparently.”

  “Wendy, I’ve been seeing Wendy, my doula.” She bent over and dropped the phone when another contraction hit.

  I didn’t like wacky Wendy and her hippy ass ways but right now I loved that crazy bitch. I hurried over and grabbed the phone.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I know you and I can do this, we have gotten through so much.”

  “I want her here.” She growled, yeah she did, she fucking growled, and no, my dick didn’t get hard, not this time, nuh uh.

  “Okay, anything you want. What’s wacky Wendy’s--.”


  “Be. Nice.” She held out her hand and I gave her the phone.

  Her contraction stopped and the nurse returned, “It’s your lucky day. Wendy just delivered a baby down the hall. She got your message and told me to let you know after she cleaned up she’ll be right in.” She strapped a monitor to her belly, “This measures contractions.”

  Oh, fucking goody.

  “Jase.” Carly sat back in the hospital bed as I walked over. “You thought--.”

  “No, yes, I don’t know what the hell I thought, you freaked me out that’s for damn sure.”

  She scooted over and patted the bed and I sat next to her and laid down.

  “Come on,” I patted my chest, “Right here. Rest between contractions okay?”

  “I’m too excited. I can’t wait to see him, hold him, and kiss him. Do you know how long nine months has felt?”

  I loved when she let it out, you know, the stuff in her head. Loved it when she went on and on and on. My Baby must have had the busiest brain in the entire world.

  A couple minutes later and she had another contraction. As I held her and rubbed her back I watched the machine they hooked up to her belly. Obviously, it was a pattern, that needle would spike when she was having another. So now I was ready for them.

  Then the winds of the west blew wacky Wendy through the door.

  “Carly,” she beamed. Then she looked at me and pretended to smile, “Jase.”

  “Wendy.”

  “So today’s the day. You must be so excited.”

  Then she flopped out the stirrups. Son of a bitch, I didn’t like this part and no I’m not a fucking idiot, I know where babies come from, but anyone up in what’s mine became public enemy number fucking one, even wacky Wendy.

  I glanced over at Carly and she rolled her eyes and nuzzled into me.

  “Eight and a half centimeters. That’s wonderful.” This bitch was far too annoying for me to deal with. “Did you bring your music?”

  “No, we forgot my phone.” Carly said as she pulled her feet out of the stirrups.

  “Well,” she looked at me like I fucked up, and yeah I did but I could fix that real fast. “That’s unfortunate. You have an entire birthing plan, starting with that.”