Hunting season

Chapter Eighteen

That was exactly the fifth time they’d done it. Every time Yager tried to make his way over to Neecy, one or more of the goddamn Crows jumped in front of him to

“chat.”

In the last two hours he’d discussed the world economy, the future of rain forests, whether natural gas was truly necessary to the nation’s survival, and the differences between narcissists and sociopaths. A conversation he just found disturbing.

Now little Arri stood in front of him, an uncharacteristically sunny grin on her pretty face.

“I was wondering Yager, what’s your opinion on the national debt and its impact on the United States’ dominance among the other world powers?”

Yager glared down at her. “Et tu, Arri?”

Her impossible grin grew impossibly wider. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Tye watched Janelle’s ass move on the makeshift dance floor. It wasn’t a small ass and he liked that. A lot. Add in that the girl could dance that ass off and Tye was feeling pretty good about things. He’d stopped watching the dancing lesbian as soon as Janelle stomped past him. She wasn’t angry, it just seemed like she stomped everywhere. She was not exactly light of foot.

Still, seeing her dance couldn’t quite beat seeing that gorgeous ass naked. True, he literally kicked the hell out of Mike to remind him that Crows were not his little sisters to torment. Yet, as much as he hated admitting it, he loved the man for giving him a good look at Janelle. A really, really good look.

Connie put on an old sixties song. He loved when she played the weirder, eclectic stuff. Inevitably, Janelle and Neecy did some hilarious dance move, like when they got everyone to do The Bump. Now they were all singing to “Rockin’ Robin.”

He could see where this was going. The song mentioned Crows and Ravens…there’d be much yelling at key points. But Tye loved it. He hated how they got here—Neecy getting hurt—but he loved where they ended up. The Crows and Ravens working together as one team. One family of annoying siblings. Loud, competitive, demanding Vikings always looking for a good fight or a good fuck.

And right there, right in front of him—Janelle McKenna. Daughter of a former Westie who left the Life and ended up getting gunned down for it.

It no longer mattered, though. Because she’d become one of the Skuld Daughters. And, next to Neecy, one of her best warriors. Funny, he often forgot Janelle was his age. She looked more like a girl in her twenties. But she knew the words to every Depeche Mode and Adam and the Ants song Connie played…and the sexy Latin lesbian played a lot of those.

Janelle and Neecy were now back to back, singing or, more like screaming, the words to “Rockin’ Robin.” The whole time the girls were laughing, especially when the rest of the Crows joined in. That’s what the Crows seemed to do a lot of. Laugh. They found more reasons to explode into peels of laughter and Tye with his big science brain couldn’t help but find them all fascinating. They didn’t seem to need much to amuse them. Anything was fair game.

Yager moved out of the crowd and walked over to Tye. He thought he came over to talk, but then he realized he was in front of the liquor cabinet and Yager wanted in. He pushed Tye out of the way, grabbed a forty-‐year-‐old bottle of scotch, poured himself some in a glass, and shot it back like he was at a drinking contest in Mexico.

“Everything okay, Bro?”

Yager winced as the scotch went down his throat and shook his head. “Not really. Just trying to stay in some control here.”

He poured himself a little more and put the scotch back in the cabinet.

“Just make sure none of the guys do anything stupid.” Ah, Yager’s code for “Keep Mike the fuck away from me.”

“The mood I’m in I will make them cry.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my eye on him.” When Janelle wasn’t in his line of sight, of course. “Although he seems much more interested in getting laid tonight.”

Yager shook his head, finally forced to smile. “He might as well forget it. Every Crow seems to have his number. They’re all calling him Liar-‐Mike. Like it’s his name.”

Tye laughed. “Good. About time the little fucker learned he can’t get over on everything with a pussy.”

Yager watched Neecy grab hold of little Arri and pull her onto the dance floor as the music shifted to some old disco hit. His gaze was so heated, Tye was shocked Neecy hadn’t burst into flame.

“You know, Yager, if you want to get away for a bit, I can watch things here. Just take her upstairs.”

“Forget it.” He took another drink of the scotch. “They won’t let me.”

“Who won’t let you?”

“The Crows. They’re keeping us apart.”

“What?” Tye glanced around the room. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. Every time I try and get near her, they find a way to get between us. It’s been going on for two hours. And I’m starting to get goddamn desperate. At some point I’m going to start doing that thing again…ya know…when I get frustrated.”

“You mean when you start speaking in two-‐word sentences. Mostly curses?”

“Yeah. That.”

“Why would they get between you two?” The Crows loved Yager. They especially loved him for Neecy.

Yager gave a short, painful laugh. “I think they think it’s funny.”

He was probably right. The Crows loved torturing each other and anyone else they considered “family.” Apparently that included Yager. Unfortunately, Yager was too horny to realize the implication.

“You need a distraction.”

“Like what?”

Tye put one hand on Yager’s shoulder while using the other to dig his cell phone out of jeans. “Trust me, Bro. I’ve got it covered.”

Neecy didn’t even know the Valkyries had shown up until Cassie pushed her from behind.

“Oh, sorry, Lawrence. I didn’t see you there.”

Cranky, horny, a little tipsy, and still wingless, Neecy was the last person Cassie

“My Knees Have Permanent Rug Burn” Bennet should be fucking with.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I heard there was a party. And I do love a party.”

Janelle stepped up beside Neecy. “Yeah, but we don’t have the pole yet. How will you entertain without it?”

Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, look, girls. The mountain speaks.”

She felt Janelle tense and knew she’d been hurt. No one hurt her girls. No one.

Neecy slammed both her hands, palms flat, against Cassie’s upper chest. The bitch went flying into the group of Valkyries she’d brought with her.

They righted her quickly and Cassie immediately got in Neecy’s face.

“Come on, bitch! Ya wanna fight me?”

Neecy would say this much about Cassie Blue…for a girly-‐girl, she didn’t back down from a fight. Although, she really should when it came to the Crows.

Immediately, Neecy stepped up to Cassie. Her girls behind her.

“Wait.”

Yager stepped between them. She rolled her eyes. He had to know better than to get between her and her prey… especially a Valkyrie prey.

He grabbed her upper arm. “I’m really sorry to interrupt. But we’ve gotta fuck.

So I’m taking her. Fight somebody else.”

With that, he started to walk away, dragging Neecy behind him. Cassie stared after them, astonishment and jealousy written all over her pretty face.

Okay. Even Neecy had to admit that was too cool. But still…middle of a Crow-‐ Valkyrie brawl. Yager should not be interrupting.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Horny. Must fuck. Now.” Yager turned and wrapped his big hands around her waist. Next thing she knew, she was staring at his ass as she hung over his shoulder.

He has got to be kidding.

“Wilhelm Yager, you put me down!”

He stopped. “Fuck here?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

He started walking again, heading toward the stairs. “Then shut up.”

Neecy forced her head up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, expecting to see everyone staring at her. And they probably would have been, if Janelle hadn’t sucker punched Cassie, dropping the girl like yesterday’s garbage.

“And so the mountain speaks!” Janelle sneered seconds before another Valkyrie leaped at her.

Neecy knew she would be missing the fight of the century. The Ravens standing around, not helping, but clearly praying someone would start ripping off clothes.

Yet she already felt her body responding to Yager’s lust. Her nipples so hard they hurt. Her clit twitching, demanding the attention of his tongue or finger.

He didn’t speak as he carried her upstairs and to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and stepped inside, slamming and locking the door behind them.

Yager put her down, but he didn’t look at her once she had her feet firmly planted on his thick bedroom carpet.

“How’s your back, baby?” he gritted out as he picked up a straight-‐back chair.

“Fine.”

“Does it hurt? Are you in any pain?” He fit the chair against the doorknob, ensuring only a serious kick would open it.

Still cranky, horny, a little tipsy, and now frustrated she hadn’t gotten to kick a stripper’s ass, Neecy sighed in annoyance.

“No, Yager. I’m not in any pain. At all. Okay?”

“Perfect.”

One second she was standing in the middle of the man’s bedroom, hands on her hips, irritated beyond all hell. The next he’d shoved her up against the wall beside the bedroom door. His mouth slamming down on hers as his hands gripped her tits and squeezed hard, his fingertips twisting her nipples through Yager’s tank top that she wore.

She groaned into his mouth, completely forgetting anything and everything that might be going on outside this room at this moment.

Finally, Yager pulled back, but only to drop to his knees in front of her, yanking at her sweatpants.

“Tell me you’re already wet for me, Baby. Tell me I don’t have to wait.”

“Not a goddamn second, Yager.” She waited until he’d finished pulling off her sweatpants, then she reached down and tugged at his T-‐shirt, ripping it up over his head.

“Condom?”

“Back pocket.”

He stood and she reached around him to dig into his jeans. Big, gentle hands caressed her face as she found and removed the foil packet.

“Jeans. Off.”

By the time she tore open the foil and had the condom in her hand, Yager stood beautifully naked before her. His cock hard and desperate, pointing to the ceiling.

Neecy rolled the condom on Yager’s cock, her mouth watering at the thought of licking the long, hard shaft. But that would have to wait. She wanted him inside her pussy too much.

Stepping back, Neecy pulled off Yager’s MIT tank top, throwing it over his shoulder so that it landed on the bed.

Yager’s hands slid under her arms, lifting her off the floor effortlessly while she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He pushed her back into the wall with his body, the head of his cock teasing her clit.

“Don’t even think about making me wait, motherfucker.”

Yager groaned at her rough order, slamming his cock into her so hard if he hadn’t been holding on to her, he might have shoved her head into the ceiling ten feet above them.

Growling, Yager’s hips pumped into her, his cock forcing its way inside her again and again. And the entire time, they never looked away from each other. They never stopped staring into each other’s eyes, even as Neecy felt that orgasm ripping up her spine, tearing through her limbs. He wouldn’t release her. He wouldn’t let her go.

She came. Hard. Brutally. Gasping and moaning, still staring into his beautiful eyes. Needing to see him go over. Needing to feel his body come apart in her arms.

He did. His smooth pumping turning jerky, harsher. His entire body shaking as he came and came, his cock twitching inside her.

Yager released a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” She smiled even as she gasped for air. “My thinking exactly.”