by Fields, MJ
When he releases it, he whispers as he kisses down my belly, “Thank you for letting me love you.” He trails his hand down my arm and pushes his hip against my legs, pushing them farther apart.
Kissing down my belly, he stalls and kisses it a dozen more times before he finally comes to rest between my legs and pushes a finger inside me.
“Katy.” His groan is a song against my thigh.
He rubs his palm against me as he moves his finger—now two—in and out of me, deeper with each pass.
“Oh, God, Brand,” I moan.
His pace quickens, and I’m reveling in his touch.
“Lie back.” He kisses across my belly again, then up slowly as he guides me to do so.
When my back is on the cool countertop, I hiss at the connection as he quickly, hungrily kisses back down my body.
I hear what I think is a bar stool move across the floor, and before I give it another thought, his mouth is between my legs, and he devours me.
I moan and lift my hips, closing my legs enough to feel his stubble against my thighs. He pushes them apart and sucks hard on my clit.
“Brand … Oh, Brand. Oh, God.”
I look down as he dips his tongue inside me over and over again.
I cry out his name, and he growls, looking up at me, mouth still on me as I writhe and pant, squirm and cry out his name.
“Please, Brand … God, please. I want you.”
He stands, and I hear the stool move again as he lifts my legs to his shoulders, grips my hips, and then slowly, so damn slowly, pushes into me.
I grip the counter’s edge over my head as he begins to slide in and out of me, over and over again, both of us watching our bodies connection.
“So fucking beautiful.” His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare, and he stalls.
“Don’t stop, Brand,” I beg.
He pulls out slowly then slams into me harder this time.
“More.”
And again.
“Yes.”
And again.
“Oh, God.”
When my body contracts, I know I’m on the verge of an orgasm. I close my eyes and wait for my body to burst with heat and pulsing current, as he moves faster, harder than he ever has before.
“So good, Brand,” I cry. “So, so, so … God!”
When I cry out, he pulls out completely.
He takes my hand and pulls me up. “Come here, Katy.”
When my feet are on the floor, he turns me and bends me over. I grab the counter and look over my shoulder as he squeezes my ass, careful not to touch my fresh ink, and spreads me wider before slowly entering me. Then he moves fast and hard.
I cry out and nearly lose my balance. He grabs my waist and continues pounding into me. I arch my back when he runs one of his hands up the front of me and squeezes my tit as he fucks me.
I come again, harder than ever.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Fuck. Yes.” He leans forward and bends me over the counter. “Hang on, Katy.” He squeezes my ass and slows his pace, but each thrust is deeper, harder.
“Brand,” I cry when I feel him flick my clit and another orgasm rolls through me.
“Katy,” he groans as I feel his liquid heat, his cum, fill me.
“I love you, Katy,” he whispers as he leans over, kissing my back, “so much.”
After a few minutes, he stands, still panting, and I feel his lips on my ass, softly peppering my new ink that looks like a cattle brand that says Forever on the top and Brandon’s below it.
Epilogue
Katherine
Christmas Eve, after we showered, Brandon posted a picture of my ring on my hand on his IG. It simply said, “She Said Yes. #myfirstmylastmyeverything #childhoodsweethearts #brandedsteel.” He wanted to post a picture of us, but I told him there was no way I was going to be all over social media looking like I’d just been bent over a counter for … thirty minutes.
I loved that he owned the whole firsts thing but didn’t shove it down anyone’s throat or make it part of his “Brand.” He didn’t reply to the negative comments, and I loved that he didn’t take anything anyone said to bed with him … or us.
Christmas Day, I woke to a little red wagon, with the words “Woo Wagon” painted on the side. It was filled with my favorite snacks, new books—two copies of each so we could read together wherever he was—all my favorite beauty products, plane tickets for a trip to Bora Bora, a stunning gold evening gown that he bought for me while in Germany, and a pair of gold, red bottom Christian Louboutin, specifically for our first real date—the Grammys. There was a powder blue guitar that had a handwritten tag that said “Play Me.” All the woo in the world right there. But the thing that made me cry happy tears for the first time on Christmas Day was the tiniest pair of cowboy boots I’ve ever seen.
My gift was two leather-bound journals embossed with the logo, “Steel Falcon,” one for each of us to write our songs, together now. I made sure he knew it didn’t mean I was going to commit to ever becoming a songwriter, but it was something I wanted to do with him. The rest of my “gifts” centered around “Brand and Katy time” and spanned the nine days we had before I had to go back to school.
Over those few days, we posted more and more pictures of us together. He didn’t tag me, but people can find anything on the internet. He loved that people were seeing us together, and honestly, so did I … until Truth got an update on the stupid app about Brand and me, and not all the things said were kind. They didn’t bother me, but they did hurt Truth.
The day before we were all supposed to head to Toronto for Brand’s show, he woke up with a temperature. We guessed he’d caught whatever cold Momma Joe came down with that had Thomas taking her back to their place, worried Mom or I would catch it. Xavier rescheduled the shows leading up to the Grammys so he could get better.
He refused to let me near him until he felt better. It was nine days of hell.
During that time, we returned to school. The whispers and gossip that I’d ignored before break intensified. I knew I only had six months of jealous twats and arrogant jocks to deal with, and for our crew, I kept my anger at bay.
Brand was more concerned than I was and, once he was well, he did things like show up at school at the end of the day in his big, old pickup truck and hung out with me while I waited for the girls to get out of rehearsal when our parents worked late or Truth rode with me.
Brand admitted the first time that Truth had told him people were saying we were a fake couple, not a real couple, he was livid. I reminded him that we didn’t need to give it gas, and he said he wasn’t doing shit but hanging out with his girl. After that, I didn’t care. I kind of loved him more for caring about my crew.
* * *
Brandon
Walking the red carpet in LA with my girl on my arm, dressed in gold, was pretty damn amazing. It did garnish a hell of a lot of attention and questions. Some of the reporters simply asked about the dress, while others went for the jugular and asked how we felt about people being up in arms about me not only dating a high school girl but getting her pregnant.
I did what I do, and answered honestly. “Wasn’t aware people had a problem with me being engaged to an eighteen-year-old woman I’ve been in love with for most of my life. As far as how I feel about it?” I scratched my head as if I was trying to figure out how to answer, and Katy squeezed my hand. “Apparently, I don’t.”
The show was awesome, and Katy and I enjoyed it more than I assume most did. We sang along to songs we knew, made up our own words to those we didn’t, and hung with my bandmates and their wives. Every one of them were older than me and married.
While backstage before our performance, I sent her a text.
- It’s reveal day, Katy girl.
Then I shut off my phone.
We sang our new release, “Oceans Away,” and I sang it for her, and only her.
When the song ended, my guitarists stepped off stage during the applause then came back on wi
th confetti cannons.
“Katy, you ready?” I ask her over the sound system.
She covers her face and nods, peeking out through her fingers.
I look at the crowd. “Probably never gonna get invited back to this thing, but my girl and I have been waiting for the perfect time to do this thing they call a gender reveal. Thinking right now’s a pretty good time, don’t you?”
The crowd roars.
“Y’all wanna count down with me from 3 … 2 … 1!”
I look at Katy as the cannons go off. She raises her hands in the air, laughing, clapping, and watching it all rain down on her.
“Looks like we got ourselves a Johnny.”
* * *
We didn’t win the Grammy, but I walked out that night with my trophy, and we headed to the hotel for the after party.
Katy didn’t know what to think when she saw her family and mine there. I did. I planned it.
I point to the band’s drummer. “Jessie is ordained, Katy, and that dress looks amazing. How about we skip the party and say I do?”
So, we did just that.
#ForeverSteel
About the Music
A million thanks to my girl Mel, for dragging me out that night to listen to Nicholas Stark and his band Small Town Shade.
As many of you know music is my first love. There’s nothing I love more than watching someone perform and actually feeling their energy, their passion for their art.
The lyrics to Gasoline and Just Enough are used with written permission by the copyright holder @Nicholas Stark 2016, in this novel.
Please make sure to follow Nicholas on Spotify and check out all his other songs there.
Thank you so much Nick.
Small Town Shade on Spotify
The song Wrong Girl was written by Alyssa Marie, for this book.
Thanks Ally.
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To the readers of this book,
Who would have thought we’d need ‘Steel’ more than ever with all that is going on in our world? I must admit, that this book took a turn on the ‘COVID Lane’, but I did a 180 and brought it back… full Steel ahead.
We’re in for one hell of a ride with the CREW, and I can’t wait till you see all that’s to come.
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MJ
To Julianna, for the beautiful cover and your friendship.
To Kris, for sticking with me, understanding my crazy… and pointing out ‘we work well this way.’
To Julie, for dealing with my delay, and your love for prettying up words.
To Diane, for always jumping on crazy train, even when it’s being driven by … me.
To Bobbie, for the constant help given, and your huge heart, and encouragement.
To Nick for making beautiful music and allowing me to use your words.
To Autumn, for everything you do to support and push me to focus. You always go above and beyond for me, and I am truly blessed to have you in my life.
To Suzanne, for believing in me so fucking much that when I waiver, you steady me. Sisters by blood and choice.
To Ally, for your words, your hugs, your love. Beyond blessed and thankful every second to God for giving me you.
Love you more.
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The Love Series
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True Love
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Wrapped Always and Forever
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27 Lies
The Firsts Series
Her First Kiss
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Their First Fall
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Couture Love
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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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