Cyrus (21 page)

“Tell me please.”

“Broken mirror, six pieces. Momma Joe, Dad,
Jase, Zandor, Xavier, and…” I cannot believe I am gonna tell her
this shit, “Julie.”

“Oh,” most girls would retreat when they
heard another chick’s name but not her, she rubbed it again.

I was fucking cold again and she was warming
me so I let her continue.

I looked down wanting to see her expression
and she looked up at me. She kissed me, She. Kissed. Me. I didn’t
start it this time. And thank God she pulled away, and then kissed
my cheek and my nose? What the hell was that about?

“I’m sorry, so sorry.”

~

I woke and felt better. I opened my eyes and
it was only six thirty. Immediately I thought the whole Julie thing
pushed her to the edge. I ran down the stairs and she was at the
stove.

Her hair was up on top of her head in a
ponytail. Cute as shit, but even better was that tight ass tank top
and my fucking boxers hanging off her ass cinched at the side with
something. Yeah I was hard as fuck, insta-stiff. What happens
next…?

“Uncle Cyrus!” Bella dove on my back and I
crashed into the back of her.

I quickly braced my hands on either side of
the stove so I didn’t push her any more than I already had. She
turned around quickly and I swear I was dying here. She looked down
to see what the hell was going on and her jaw dropped and then
snapped shut and she closed her eyes really tight which made me
laugh a little. She looked up at me and then her eyes widened.

“Hey Bella, good morning,” I looked over my
shoulder and she was laughing.

“What are you making?”

As if on cue, Zandor walked in and started
singing, “Hanging round. In the kitchen by myself and I had not
enough time to eat it all up by myself and there she was like
double cherry pie, yeah there she was like disco super fly, I smell
socks and pancakes.”

“Socks and pancakes?!” Bella laughed and
dove onto Zandor.

“Oh maybe not socks, maybe it’s your breath
let’s go brush those teeth,” Zandor winked and whisked her out the
door.

I didn’t move and she looked down again and
then looked up at the ceiling and let out a slow steady breath,
“You feel better?”

I chuckled, “Do I?”

She smirked and bit her lip.

“We making pancakes or burning them?”

“I was doing just fine until you
--interrupted,” she giggled and turned around.

“I was doing just fine until I saw you in my
underwear.”

“I got up at five and did laundry, I threw
everything in and I had no clean underwear.”

“Oh I see. So all those ones Carly picked up
are dirty already. Tara, you don’t have to make up excuses I
totally get why you’d want back in. But this friend thing isn’t
gonna work if you keep coming on so strong.”

She giggled, “I’m coming on strong? You
nearly speared me from behind.”

I smiled, “Don’t say shit like that.”

She cut a pancake and lifted the fork to my
mouth, “Then don’t do shit like that.” She smiled and I opened my
mouth, “Now eat.”

Holy shit the look she was giving me was
fucking hot. I took in a deep breath and nearly choked.

“You’re supposed to chew first,” she laughed
and grabbed her glass of water, “Now drink. They’re not clean until
they’re washed.” She turned around and I leaned against the counter
and watched her flip the pancakes.

I had no idea what she was talking about,
all I knew was those little Razzles were real fucking alert.

When I looked up she was shaking her head
from side to side, she saw me checking out her tits
,
busted
.

“They like me.”

“Of course they do.”

Bell and Zandor came back in and Zandor
looked down at me and mumbled under his breath, “Put that shit
away.”

“I’m gonna go shower,” I made it out safe
and undetected by little eyes.

I’m really hoping this is quick, I fucking
needed to fucking cum.

Driving
Stick

I was washing the dishes when he finally
came down, “Where is everyone?”

“You want some coffee?”

“Sure, any food left?” He sat down and
smiled at me.

I pulled the plate out of the oven, “Still
warm, and no microwave. So you were gone awhile. Um, Zandor got a
call and was asked to bring Bella immediately. She was nervous and
I let her go through a box, she found a little pink blanket which
she said made her feel brave.”

“I should go…”

“Nope I talked to Carly, she said you should
stay and get better. Sleep another day because apparently you’re
gonna be needed. She is going to swing by in a few hours and teach
me to drive. Which I told her I really didn’t need to…”

His eyebrows shot up, “She’s going to teach
you? Hell no, I’ll teach you.”

“Well, I think she needs a break and
well…”

“No, not gonna happen. I’m gonna teach you
and you’re gonna learn on stick.”

He shoved the food in his mouth and threw
back the coffee, hot coffee I might add, and he immediately went to
the faucet and stuck his mouth under it. He had to bend down pretty
far. He was tall, he was built and his ass was so damn nice, almost
as nice in those jeans as in the buff. I don’t know what my problem
is but he was like a hot fudge sundae on the hottest July
night.

He turned around, “Go get dressed, I’m going
to teach you how to drive.”

“Carly and I are going to….”

“Not gonna happen,” he called over his
shoulder and walked out of the room.

~

“Alright, make sure it’s out of gear. Push
in the clutch, hold the brake and turn the key. Simple you got
this.”

He was eerily very calm, and I wasn’t. I
wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and then did as he said.

“Push it up to first gear, now ease off the
clutch and push the gas, gently. Slow and easy Tara, take your
time, get the feel of it. No need to rush it. You’ll feel the
engine talk to you alright?”

Oh, my God. I’m not going to be able to do
this with him. I was not feeling the engine I was feeling his voice
and his command. But I would be damned if I wouldn’t try.

“That’s it Tara, you’re doing great. Okay
pull on out towards the street…”

“WHAT!?” The Jeep jerked back and forth and
then stopped.

He laughed, “Keep calm Birdie, you got
this.”

“No I don’t. We were going to drive to a
parking lot and practice Cyrus, I don’t even have my permit.”

“You’re not playing with the girls now
Birdie, come on lose the shirt and let’s do this.”

He reached over and put the Jeep in neutral
and pressed my legs down, “Ease into it, no harsh moves. Nice and
easy.”

“I don’t want to,” when he chuckled I
realized I was pouting and then I decided not to.

I didn’t listen, I drove around the parking
lot getting the feel of things. He was right, apparently he wasn’t
trying to get me all hot and bothered.

“You like Carly?”

“I trust her.”

“I’m glad,” he sat back.

“Do you trust her?”

He looked at me oddly, “Sure with some shit,
of course.”

I was going to ease into this, nice and slow
just like I was driving this Jeep, “Did you trust Julie?”

He shifted and I looked over, “Eyes in front
of you, on the road. A vehicle can be a weapon. Big responsibility,
head in this Birdie.”

He was dodging and I didn’t want to push,
but I wanted to know, “Did you love Julie?”

“Tara, not gonna happen.”

“Why is it okay that you know everything and
I know so little?”

“It’s in the past alright?”

“Carly said she was an ex-girlfriend.”

“Did she now?”

“Yes.”

“What else did she say?”

“That she was …that you blame yourself for
her being on drugs.”

“Tara, not something I care to discuss.”

“But it still hurts you.”

“No it really doesn’t.”

He laughed and I knew better. I knew because
as hard as life had been, there are moments. Little things in some
people’s eyes, be it a movie, a song, a talk with a child. Moments
that change us forever.

I wasn’t going to push him, but I knew as
soon as he could see what I could see, what everyone around him
could see he would have that moment. But it had to be when he was
ready.

“Alright Tara, let’s get out there.”

I did, I drove onto the road and there were
other cars, it wasn’t overwhelming, I didn’t have to count.

We were at a red light and I looked over and
watched his hands. He was rubbing them up and down his legs
slowly.

“Birdie it’s green.”

I hadn’t noticed. I was watching him, his
hands.

I laughed at myself and he chuckled, “Let’s
go.”

I must have put it in the wrong gear,
because the Jeep started jumping and he was pushing my legs down on
the pedals. We stalled and I couldn’t stop laughing and neither
could he. He leaned over and kissed me. Possessively he held my
head against his. His mouth covered mine and I held his face in my
hands. I tilted my head back needing a breath, needing everything
to stop spinning.

My hands rubbed his knees, just like he was
doing before. I wanted him so badly. My hands rubbed up his leg and
I didn’t stop there, I felt him. Hard, so hard and I could feel the
heat coming off of his body.

One hand was behind my head, the other up my
shirt. Pinching, pulling, rubbing my breast. He pulled back and
looked angry, frustrated, absolutory positively beautiful. He was
the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. His looks alone could
ignite a desire so deep inside me that I felt like liquid heat. I
pulled his hand between my legs and rubbed against it. He bared his
teeth and I swear I was soaked, wet, drenched.

“Cyrus,” I didn’t care where I was, my
inhibitions melted away. I didn’t care that he was watching me. I
wanted him to see, to see what he did to me.

“Fuck Birdie! We need to get back. You’re
gonna cum right here and I want to be on you, in you, I wanna hear
you scream my name. I want to feel your wet little pussy sliding
around me. I wanna…”

He stopped and tried to pull his hand away,
“No, don’t please.”

“Birdie we got the police coming up to your
window. Don’t say shit and agree with everything alright?” I nodded
and sat back, “Roll down your window.”

He leaned across me and planted his big
strong hand between my legs and his finger stroked me.

“You have a broken down vehicle-- you should
put your hazard lights on,” he looked in and I smiled.

“Sorry officer,” I tried not to move or
breathe after that because I’m pretty sure I moaned.

“Can I see your license and registration
please ma’am?”

“Yeah we were just talking about that, she
left her purse home. Is it possible you run her name. Carly Smythe
Steel. I’m her husband Jase Steel,” Cyrus stuck out his free hand
and shook the officers.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Steel. You own Steel
industries?”

“Well my entire family does, but now I’m the
egomaniac in charge. Right Baby?”

I smiled and shook my head. He continued
rubbing me and still I didn’t dare speak but when I could I was
going to yell at him for lying to an officer of the law.

“Let me check this name against the plates
Mr. Steel…”

“Jase Steel,” Cyrus corrected him.

“Alright, sit tight.”

Cyrus sat back and laughed to himself.

“That’s wrong!” I hissed at him.

“Nope, not yet it’s not.”

I had no idea what he had planned but he
looked like he was intent on doing something.

Cyrus jumped out of the Jeep and I watched
as he walked around the back. The office got out of his vehicle and
I watched in the mirror as they chatted. Cyrus laughed and then the
officer laughed and I was pretty sure we had not just gotten Carly
in trouble. Thank. God.

Cyrus opened the door, “Carly, unfortunately
your license has your maiden name on it still. I asked you to
change that Baby.” I opened my mouth and he covered it, “He
understands, no big deal. We just gotta get that done. Climb on
over.” He reached out and shook the officer’s hand and got in.

“That did not just happen. Is she getting a
ticket?”

“Yeah she is,” he was trying not to smile
and failing miserable.

“Why? Why would you do that to her?”

He stopped laughing and started the Jeep,
“She had it coming.”

“Because she told me about Julie?”

“That shit’s in the past, not going to
revisit it.”

He was quiet for a while and then he looked
at me, “You wanna fix that today?”

“Fix?”

“The ink.”

“Oh, are you sure you feel up to it?” I
reached over and felt his head.

“Pretty sure it was a forty eight hour
thing, same as it was for you.”

“Okay then, sure. But shouldn’t we…you check
in and see if your family needs you?”

“Jase and Zandor will call if they need
something. Can’t sit around all day again.”

“Sure, I’m just not sure what I would do to
cover it.”

He chuckled, “That’s easy.” I looked at him,
“You trust me?”

“More than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

Uncaged

The shop was closed for another hour so we
had plenty of time to do what I had planned. She seemed a bit
nervous, “You alright?”

“I am. Kind of excited to get rid of this,
but I really don’t like the pain,” she smiled up at me, “But it’ll
be worth it, to be done with that part of my life completely.”

“Cool, so anything specifically you’d
like?”

I flipped on the light to my room and she
looked around at all the black and white photos on the walls, “Are
these yours?”

“Sure are, places I’ve been. Okay Birdie
lose the pants,” I really liked saying that to her, too much, I
liked it too much.