Cyrus
Cyrus
MJ Fields
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Copyright 2013 MJ Fields
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Other Titles by MJ Fields
~The Love Series~
Blue Love
New Love
Sad Love
True Love
~The Wrapped Series~
Wrapped in Silk
Wrapped in Armor
Wrapped Always and Forever
~Burning Souls~
Stained
Forged
Men of Steel Novella
Jase
Jase and Carly (Summer Lovin)
To Connect with or contact MJ Fields
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~Cyrus~
Truth
I know who I am. I’m Cyrus Steel, son,
brother, uncle, friend to people I choose to bring into my
life.
Truth
I could fuck up anyone I want.
Truth
I know the devastation I can and have
caused.
Truth
I can’t change the past, but I have chosen
how to live now.
Truth
I like to fuck, and I will do a chick better
than she’s ever been done. Hard and wild. No more than three hook
ups. No expectations, no one gets hurt. As long as she agrees …it’s
on.
One of my favorite tattoo’s bridges the V,
and it says Truth.
A constant reminder of who I was and who I am
now.
~Tara~
I wasn’t sure I knew how or even if I should
tell him there was no one who loved me. Tony was the last person to
say those words to me and he hadn’t meant it. He just wanted to use
me.
That’s what this beautiful man underneath me,
showed me today. He hadn’t used me, he didn’t even know me. But he
thought I was beautiful, and he was nice to me. Tony was wrong
about him, and even though I never want to see him again, I wish I
could tell him just how wrong he was.
Can truth be altered? Can truth be seen when
walls are built for protection, for self preservation? Will self
doubt and years of pain cloud two hearts from finding their
truth?
THANK YOU
To all of you who enjoy reading my stories:
thank you. I love that you fall in love with these characters when
reading about them, just as much as I fall when writing them.
To Kari at K23 designs for the amazing cover
and ability to understand my vision.
To Ellie N. for not only reading and editing
my very rough drafts but for taking the time to understand my
vision for them and embracing it. Thank you for being not only my
friend and cheerleader but for pushing me and my work harder than I
could have began to imagine. You’re truly amazing.
To Anisa, thank you.
To Suzanne and Stephanie for not getting
annoyed that childhood nicknames become penis’s and hot lover’s pet
names. For both of you reading this and helping me fix the boo
boo’s before final edit and because I <3 U!!!
To all of you on Facebook, Twitter, and
Goodreads: thank you for reaching out to me… you inspire me, make
me smile and laugh, and want to do better. I <3 U!
To my new virtual friends the ones who reach
out to me, discuss OUR book boyfriends, and ask me “WHY???!!!” and
make me proud of my dirty little mind, and to those who offer help
and show their support: You are more valuable and precious to me
than I can explain in words. Because of you and my rocking support
team at home, this all moves to the next level very soon. I want to
acknowledge you all and will as soon as I step off of this cliff
and dive into this full time, allowing myself the ability to do
so.
To those who take the time to review my books
and share with their friends, thank you so much.
To my girls at home, my family, my loves,
thank you for believing, pushing, and calming me always.
To my little girl….I Love You More!
Table of
Contents
I never liked it when the tourist
season slowed down on the shore. It meant less business at the shop
and more free time on my hands. “
Idol
minds are the devils play yard
”… that’s
what Momma Joe always says. I suppose that’s why we started Forever
Steel to begin with. Sure, it brought in more money than the
restaurant did, especially this time of year. I buy that-- but with
four boys I'm pretty damn sure it also had a hell of a lot more to
do with our idol hands than our minds. Pretty sure the idea came
about when she caught Zandor with our neighbor’s wife. Funny as
shit watching her chase them both out of the garage with that
broom.
Zandor's pants were around his
ankles as he ran out and Miss Betty’s tits were flying in the air.
She still had her pants on, so I was confused... nah-- more like
curious at first to what
REALLY
went on in our garage
that night. That was until Jase and I overheard her going off about
how wrong it was to have sex with a married woman. She was
sputtering in half Italian and half English her hands flying
everywhere. I remember it like yesterday.
“Momma, I didn’t have sex with her. She was
performing fellatio.”
“Where do you learn words like that,
Aleszandor?!”
“In your books, Momma. It’s beautiful-- adoring
one’s body, and your body being adored. Miss Betty was showing me
the art work she had just gotten done, and ...”
“ZANDOR STEEL! Miss Betty has the leprechaun from
that cereal tattooed on her fake breasts! It’s not art! Now is
there something on your penis that she needed to adore?”
“Momma, not to brag but my penis IS a work of
art….”
Jase and I were rolling when she pushed through the
door and grabbed our ears, mind you we were a bit old for that shit
but when your Momma is Josephina Steel-- that don’t matter at all.
She dragged us out to the table and sat us down for one of those
‘chats’. Xavier was due home anytime, he was actually late but we
convinced her that he had said after nine, not nine.
I rocked back in my chair and looked out the
window as Xavier was running through the back yard zipping up his
pants saying goodbye to Miss Betty’s oldest daughter. I laughed out
loud and Momma tossed me a nasty look. Jase saw him too and he was
dying. No doubt he was high, back then then… Jase was a fucking
wreck with losing Charlee and then Little Bell. Xavier winked when
he came and Zandor gave him a high five.
I knew right away that those fuckers planned
it. He diverted the mom while Xavier finally tapped that ass next
door. Betty’s daughter Sally, yeah Sally, was the neighborhood
tease. You know the type, hot as fuck, but too good for anyone
around here. Xavier sat down and Momma walked around the kitchen
yelling, pleading…. she even cried. Well, fake tears but she gave
it her all. Not quite Oscar worthy--maybe a daytime Emmy.
Zandor gave him a look that asked
how it
went
and Xavier winked. Momma’s back was turned when Xavier
reached across and swiped his finger under Zandor’s nose. Fucking
pig! Zandor gave him the attaboy look and Xavier continued the game
of sexual charades telling us what had happened. He sucked his
fingers and Zandor mouthed
‘Good?’
He shook his head yes and
sat back. Zandor made a circle with one hand and pointed one finger
and mimicked intercourse. Xavier mouthed
‘Tomorrow’
. Jase
smirked and made a gesture mimicking a blow job and he shook his
head no. Jase whispered, ‘She gave me one.’
Both Zandor and Xavier gasped and Momma
turned around and continued her rant.
By the end of it, they all placed bets on
who would get it first and I threw my chips all on the table. I was
going to have them both…at the same time.
Momma was at the restaurant the next night
helping Dad close up. I had one day left of leave before I deployed
again so I took over a bottle of scotch, along with an apology to
Miss Betty for my mother’s behavior. Sally came home and we did a
few shots. One thing led to another and well let’s just say I won
that fucking bet.
Later that night I shared the information
with my brothers. Sally wasn’t as pure as she would have you
believe. Betty wasn’t either. Xavier was pissed at me, honest to
God I didn’t see that coming, or I swear I wouldn’t have bothered.
I had plenty of two on one action. I got my heart broke too,
once
, and never fucking again so that was it. Why the fuck
would I want a relationship that I had to worry about feelings, and
dates, and hearts, and flower shit so that I could make love to a
chick? Fuck the pleasantries! New rule for me since then, three
times that’s it. I don’t miss guide anyone-- they know the drill.
I’ll fuck you hard and wild, probably ruin you for anyone else but
that’s all you get. You wanna ride this train? You bring the
condoms and it’s on, if not, get to step-in. Let’s be honest here--
sweaty, dirty talk, ball slapping that ass, sloppy wet blow jobs
ending in my cum all fucking over your face fucking, was better
than hearts and flower’s bullshit… any day.
Momma really had a knack for overhearing
conversations that she really shouldn’t. Me explaining that to
Xavier was most definitely one of those she should never have
heard. She couldn’t even look at me.
“This, your father will handle,” she went
into her room and shut the door.
That conversation with my father is one I
will never forget. He tried to be pissed, he really did but in the
end he told me that his wife, my mother, shouldn’t have to hear
that shit. That I was a man now, going back to the middle east for
my second tour and he couldn’t tell me not to act like that but he
forbid me to let her hear it ever again. He was no different until
he met her, his forever and when I found that-- I would
understand.
I agreed to always be on the lookout for
Momma Joe before running my mouth but that forever shit would be
for family. I never wanted that type of forever, I just wanna
fuck.
While in the Mediterranean, my parents sold
the house. Lawyers fee’s were killing them but family is family and
for one more attempt to get some sort of visitation with Bella I
would have done it too.
Two years later and I was home on leave
getting ready to sign my life away for four more years when Sandy
devastated our family and the community we lived in. I will never
forgive myself for needing to play fucking hero again: if Dad
hadn’t come after me he wouldn’t have died. I didn’t re-up, our
family restaurant was a fucking wreck, and I needed to get shit
fixed. I wouldn’t leave them, not after taking everything from
them.