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

by Mj Fields

  “I kind of overheard that,” I said holding up the cash. “You’re not a con artist are you?”

  She shook her head no and smiled.

  “You even know what that means?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “So if I give you this money you’ll buy dog food right, not go to the bar, no playing the slots, no going to get a tattoo or pierce your nose or--.”

  She started laughing a big ass belly laugh, “No sir.”

  “Dog food only right?”

  She nodded.

  “It’s a lot of cash so you get home as soon as I give it to you, deal?”

  “Enough to buy real food?”

  “Yep. Probably a years worth of food for this guy.” I pointed to the dog.

  “Like enough to turn the lights back on at our--.”

  “Sis, no more. Let’s go!” Joey yelled at her.

  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

  “I’m gonna give you this card and this cash. Give your Dad my card if he’s serious about a job.” She nodded feverishly. “The cash--.”

  “You will take him right? If you take him and give my Daddy a job, we don’t want the money. We’ll be okay. Maybe mom will come home, maybe--.”

  “Sis, enough,” Joey’s face was red.

  “I’ll buy him--.”

  She jumped up and hugged me and yeah, I hugged her back.

  When she jumped down, she dragged me into the store, “Stay with him Joey we have to get some stuff for Fugly’s new Daddy.”

  ~Tara~

  I looked at my phone again and he had been gone an hour. One hour.

  Zandor stood up looking at his phone and laughed as he glanced at me. “Bekah, we need to head out. See you all later.”

  I helped pick up the dirty dishes on the table. Momma Joe handed me the loaded container to take home for Cyrus. Apparently he was attending to something very important and would be sending a car for me. That wasn’t like him at all.

  I said goodbye to everyone and walked out the front door.

  Cyrus was leaning against the Jeep in baggy low hung khaki shorts and a white tank. The way he looked at me took my breath away immediately.

  His gaze was intense as if he was trying to gauge how I was feeling. I knew that look, it was the same one I was giving him.

  “You ready to fly home little bird?” he asked as he opened the passenger door.

  I nodded and walked down the stairway to the Jeep.

  He stepped back and I got in.

  He pulled out onto the driveway without a word being spoken. I closed my eyes and took in a slow careful breath.

  “One me and one you.” He said as he shifted into fourth gear.

  I looked over at him, shocked that he knew or could tell I was feeling the need to bring order into my life.

  “That’s two right?”

  “Cyrus, I--.”

  “No, Birdie. No need to explain okay. Just don’t keep shit from me, it tears me up you know.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Now don’t do that shit either. Nothing to be sorry for, just talk to me damn it.”

  “About what?”

  “About what’s eating you. What’s making you seem so far away?”

  “I’m not.”

  “No bullshit, not with me. It’s all about truth with us. Don’t forget it.”

  I felt tears sting my eyes and he looked over, grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed it, then sucked on my flesh for a moment.

  He took my hand away and held it against his heart.

  “You and I have mad love for each other. No doubt in my mind and I know that’s not what’s tearing you up. If you can’t put it into words, I can. You just nod that pretty little head of yours, you got me?”

  I nodded my head yes.

  “Kiki--.”

  “Katherine,” I sniffed as I corrected him.

  He chuckled, “Exactly.”

  I looked at him and was so confused.

  “You are one, you and me are two. I’ve heard you when you think I haven’t and I can see it in your face when you’re hiding it. When we found out we were having a baby you were so damn happy with him or her being three. Then we found out about the twins. Fuck Birdie, I was so happy I didn’t even think about how that would fuck you up. Then Kiki, Katherine, was born and it made you think of your parents.”

  “It’s so stupid. Cyrus, I--.”

  “You tongue fuck my ink all the time. That’s my shit, my hurt, my scars. You make love to my pain. It’s not stupid. It’s part of me, part of what brought you and I together, so don’t you ever think its stupid that you count shit.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  After a few minutes of silence I finally gained the courage to ask him why he left without telling me.

  “I had some things to do.”

  “Oh.”

  He smirked. “Oh?”

  “What do you want me to say? It bothered me?”

  “If that’s truth then fuck yes, I want you to say it.”

  “Fine, it hurt. When you left, it hurt me.”

  “I deserve that. I’d be pissed if you did it to me, too.”

  He pulled into the driveway of the beach house, jumped out and walked quickly around to open my door.

  “Sometimes a little pain makes the pleasure better.”

  “Oh really.”

  He took my hand and pulled me out and walked quickly to the house. He punched in the code and opened the door.

  As soon as the door was closed he pushed me against it, bending down so he was eye to eye with me.

  “Need an example?”

  His eyes were full of lust and need. He bit the corner of his lip and closed his eyes as he pressed his nose against my ear and took in a deep breath.

  “God Birdie, you smell so fucking good.”

  His rough hands encompassed my knee and he pulled it up so it was on his hip.

  “It stays there, understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered as his finger trailed up my inner thigh and under the elastic of my panties.

  Without warning he pushed his finger inside of me, “Pain,” he growled. He moved his finger in and out slowly, “Pain intensified equals pleasure. Truth, right Birdie?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered as my hips rocked against his hand.

  “That’s one. You ready for two?”

  “God yes,” I moaned as he pushed another finger into me harshly.

  His thumb rubbed up against my clit, “Three.”

  “Cyrus,” I whimpered.

  “Can you remember this, me finger fucking you when you need three Birdie?”

  “Yes, oh yes.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  He knelt down in front of me and pulled my panties down. “Step out.”

  I obeyed.

  He lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder. I held onto his black hair as he kissed me softly covering the tattoo that he had fixed. His tongue circled it, fucking my pain as he said I did his. He kissed lower, licked lower, sucked lower, loved my body lower.

  I held his shoulders as I pushed my now soaked pussy against his mouth. He held my ass, and kneaded it. With his other hand he cupped my breast and ran his thumb over my bra as my nipples ached for his touch.

  I let go of his hair and fumbled to unclasp my bra, needing and wanting his skin against mine without barrier. I threw it off right before the fever burned into a burn, igniting one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had.

  He lowered my leg as he licked between them, sucking my clit until my orgasm subsided.

  “This alright, Birdie?”

  “Perfect.” I held tighter to his shoulders panting.

  I finally leaned back against the door as he kissed up my body, stopping at my breasts to kiss and suck on each nipple.

  “I fucking love these things,” he said as he tugged gently on my piercing.

 
I reached down, to free him from his shorts and he stepped back. “Not yet Birdie.”

  “Come sit down.”

  ~Cyrus~

  “So I was thinking on my way back to the house and I was pretty damn sure I fucked up but then realized I didn’t.”

  “What? I don’t understand?”

  I saw her look of panic. “Nah, no need to get all worked up. It’s no big thing. Just hear me out. Baby number one was gonna be three. You know kind of like me and you equals two, those two little sparrows inside you certainly wouldn’t have come out of that tiny little hole together, you feeling me?”

  She smiled a big ass bright smile and nodded. “Three and four.”

  “Yeah, see that shit would have been perfect, too. But for just a second I thought I was an idiot for trying to pull this shit off. Turns out you married a fucking genius.”

  Her little head tilted and she looked at me kind of odd. I grabbed my phone and sure as hell, as I was eating my Birdie’s little cunt, I missed Z’s text. He’d be here any--.

  There was a knock on the door. “You sit right there and prepare to see what I have for you.”

  I adjusted my shit ‘cause fuck yeah, I was still stone, and Birdie laughed.

  I opened the door and Z handed me a leash, “Checked out all right. Shots all up to date, he was wormed, and got the flea medicine on the back of his neck. Only one problem, turns out there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about ugly. What the fuck were you thinking taking this thing in?”

  “I was thinking he was three.”

  “What?” Z chuckled.

  “We’ll talk later. Thanks Bro.”

  I shut the door and looked down, “You sure are one ugly son-of-a-bitch.”

  He tilted his head and them damn Dumbo ears flopped around.

  “Come on, she’ll love you regardless, you lucky mutt.”

  I walked in and Birdie gasped and then covered her mouth. I’m pretty sure she was laughing, yep she was.

  “Birdie, this was supposed to be three. Well actually he was supposed to be three fish but I kind of got swindled by some bad ass professional con artists, lucky to make it out of there alive actually.”

  She jumped up and laughed as she ran towards me, “You got him for me?”

  “I kind of think he chose us. Look at the poor bastard. He’s fucking ug--.”

  “He’s beautiful,” she dropped to her knees and he put his paws on them. “Come here beautiful boy.”

  “Holy shit!” I jumped back when that tail started wagging. “That fucking thing is huge. Its gotta be twice as long as him.”

  That fucking dog was lovin’ on Birdie and she was lovin’ on him.

  “So tell me about these thugs.”

  “Oh fuck, Birdie,” I said as I sat down beside her. “They were scary as hell.”

  “You were scared?” She laughed.

  “Yeah, I was. This Joey guy and a girl--.”

  “You where afraid of a girl?”

  I laughed and pulled her onto my lap and told her the whole story, only the truth.

  She giggled as she pet, Fugly.

  “So you see he was tri colored, from a litter of three. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.”

  “Do you think they’ll be okay?”

  “The kids?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I did everything I could aside from kidnapping them.”

  “You are an amazing man, Cyrus Steel.”

  “Yeah, you made me wanna be.”

  “The goodness was already there.” Birdie smiled up at me.

  I kissed her and sat back. “So the genius is that now when we have these two little Steel kids they are four and what?”

  She closed her eyes and smiled, “Five.”

  “That’s right. So that means five is pretty fucking perfect now right?”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “And when we get to ten then its phenomenal.”

  “It already is. I love you, Cyrus.”

  “Forever Birdie, nothing else is an option. And I love you, too, you feel me?”

  “I love feeling you.” She blushed as she looked back at me.

  “How the hell did I get so lucky?”

  Chapter 7

  Zandor

  I hopped back in the car and Bekah had her feet up on the dash of our ‘68 Cougar. I was pretty damn sure she hated this car, although she said I was being silly when I asked her.

  “So you’re thinking about that dog,” I asked trying to pull my focus away from her feet on the dashboard of my baby.

  “No, about Kiki,” she smiled and leaned her head to the side.

  “Cute huh?” I asked as I pulled out onto the street.

  “So cute. Did you smell her? Babies smell so good.”

  “No,” I laughed.

  “And she was so soft.” She closed her eyes as she smiled and hugged herself. “God, she is so perfect.”

  Oh hell no. “You know what’s not soft? My cock.” Yet—but if she kept talking baby smack it was gonna be.

  “Oh really?” she chuckled and pulled her shirt up and smelled it. “I still smell like her.”

  Note to self, keep Kitten away from babies. I was NOT in that place yet. Hell, I wouldn’t be for another five years at a minimum.

  “You know what else smells good?”

  She took in another breath and shook her head no.

  “My dick. I bet it tastes good, too.”

  She laughed and finally opened her eyes. “You smell your own dick? If you can do that you can probably suck--.”

  “Kitten, I will advise you to not finish that sentence. That is your job. See this ring?” I held it up, “This entitles me to blow jobs.”

  “Entitles you? You’ve lost your fuck--.”

  “Ladies don’t say--.”

  “Fuck. And again Zandor, yes they do.”

  “That’s one.”

  “One what?” she laughed again.

  “One mark on that sexy ass of yours.”

  She leaned over in my ear and whispered, “Ffffuuuuuckkkk.”

  “That’s two.”

  “You’re not catching on are you?” she sat back.

  “I know you like the way my hand feels on your ass Kitten, but maybe I have something else in mind.”

  “Like?”

  “Whips, floggers, paddles.”

  “And where will you get them? Sex-toys-r-us?”

  “Did you so easily forget the club Kitten?”

  “No. What does that have to do with it?”

  “We’re going there tonight.”

  “For what?”

  “Handing over the keys, signing some papers, you know, handing the dream over to someone who wants it. I have you and that is ALL I want right now.” I emphasized the fuck out of all.

  “Who bought it?”

  “The first deal fell through. A group of pussies who thought it would be fun to play the role, part time. All three married.”

  “What did their wives think about it?”

  “That’s what caused the deal to fall through. They found out.”

  “They didn’t know?”

  “Not until the bank called one of them. Shit hit the fan.”

  “Why didn’t they just tell their wives?”

  “Not everyone can handle all the sexiness some of us possess.”

  She laughed and reached up and turned on the radio.

  When the song changed, I sang along to a tune that rang real damn true for me, “Every time that you get undressed, I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you. Yeah the drums they swing low and the trumpets they go--.” Loved this song.

  “There is certainly a lot of sexiness going on over in the driver’s seat.”

  “You should feel the sexiness Kitten, there is an abundance.” I pulled her hand over and set it on my gift. Yeah, I said gift, don’t believe me— uh yeah I can’t do shit about it. I’m married to my sexual equal, well, as close to an equal as I’m g
onna find.

  “Well check out that abundance of sexiness,” she giggled and I held her hand firmly on the steel.

  “Kitten, do not laugh when you’re holding greatness. This is no time for that. This is ride or die time, now take them little red panties off and climb up on me and get to riding.”

  “Zandor we’re going sixty miles an hour down the highway and you think I’m gonna climb up on that big old thing and do you? You must be out of your fucking mind.”

  “Kitten, ladies don’t say fuck unless it’s fucking time. If you don’t get up on it that’s three.”

  “You’re being serious,” she gasped.

  “Serious as a man with a hard on.”

  Damn, I loved my Kitten. She was shedding the red panties I put on her this morning after I washed my saliva off my favorite play thing, her hot, sweet pussy.

  I put my seat back and unleashed the beast. “You take the wheel.”

  “Oh for fuck sake,” she grumbled. “Your gonna get us killed.”

  “No way I’d rather go then buried inside of my wife’s hot wet snatch.”

  “You should have your mouth washed out with--.”

  “I had that this morning. Delicious.” I licked my lips and she bit hers, “Fuck, Kitten hurry up and climb on,” I said as I stroked my cock a few times. “Face forward I wanna watch your ass bouncing up and down on me.”

  My sweet little, filthy mouthed, sexually charged Kitten climbed up on me. I did the stick test, rubbed her slit and then licked my fingers. Hell no was I wasting any of that.

  “Come on sexy Kitten slide on down my steel,” I hissed as I squeezed her round ass and kissed her back.

  “Oh god,” she whispered as she circled her ass stretching her tight little pussy around my cock.

  “That’s it, take as much as you can. Then lean back on me so I can drive while you ride me any way you want. It’s lady’s choice. Fast and hard or slow and easy; fuck you feel good.”

  Her breaths became more ragged and uncontrolled.

  “Zandor can you see the road?” she purred.

  “Yeah. I got it sexy. You just keep on going.”

  And she did. Her hands were on my knees as she moved her hips back and forth grinding into me as she moaned, and purred and, “Jesus, fuck, Bekah.”

  She was going hard, “Ride. Or. Die.”