Hunting season

Chapter Five

Christ, what did she just get herself into? What bargain with the devil did she just make?

All this time Neecy thought Yager was sweet but kind of dumb as only big Vikings can be. But the grey eyes staring at her this very moment looked far from dumb.

More like shrewd and calculating.

Well, it didn’t matter. She was going to do this because she really wanted to do this. Neecy didn’t let herself “go.” She left that to rich debutantes with trust funds. Where Neecy came from, you let yourself go…bad things happened. But for once, Neecy was going to do something she really wanted to do. And, at the moment, she really wanted to do Yager.

So she wouldn’t worry about anything long term or the ripple effects it may have on the Gathering. She didn’t need to worry about any of that. Because after twenty-‐four hours, it would be over. She would have gotten Will Yager out of her system for good.

She smiled at the thought and Yager groaned.

“That smile of yours gets me every time, Neecy.”

Startled, Neecy looked up at him. He watched her with that delicious intensity, which immediately made her all hot and jittery. Oh, man, she was in trouble.

His phone rang, yanking her out of her near-‐panic, but nothing seemed to be able to make him stop staring at her face.

“Don’t move.” He reached over and grabbed the phone from its cradle. “Yeah?”

The fingers of his free hand caressed her throat and jaw as he stared at her.

“No. Don’t send him up. Tell Mr. Molinski I’m not feeling well today. Tell him to come by tomorrow around this time. Okay…thanks.”

He replaced the phone and turned all his attention back to Neecy.

Neecy shrugged as she glanced around his big kitchen. “So now what?” Good.

That sounded confident and almost bored. She would need to stay in charge of this so it didn’t get out of hand. And she would, too. This was “nice guy” Yager, he was no match for her.

“I need you naked. Now.”

Uh-‐oh.

“Here?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he started pushing her jacket off her shoulders, the backpack going with it.

“Look, Yager, maybe we should…”

He kissed her and she realized she’d completely forgotten what she was going to say. How could she think anyway? With his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her breasts.

Yager pushed up her T-‐shirt and unhooked her bra in record time. And as soon as those big hands of his grabbed hold of her tits, she was lost. Possibly for good.

There was a desperation to Yager’s actions that for some unknown reason didn’t turn her off. Maybe it was because she’d seen the man in battle. Yager didn’t get desperate. So if he was feeling desperate, it was because of her.

Whatever he was feeling now, was forcing its way into her. She wanted him inside her. She had to have him inside her. Now. This second.

Yager knew he should slow down, but he couldn’t. Not when he finally had her.

Her skin felt so amazing under his hands. And he had no idea if she knew it or not, but she’d begun moaning softly as he stroked her breasts, the nipples turning hard under his fingers.

Determined to get her naked as quickly as possible, Yager dropped to his knees in front of her. He unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down with her panties.

Leaning in, he rested his head against her stomach while he maneuvered off her boots and jeans. He could already smell her arousal and the scent almost made him slam her to the floor. He wanted inside her so bad, he didn’t know what to do.

Glancing around his kitchen, he realized she stood in front of his butcher block.

He easily lifted her up and laid her out on the cold marble.

“Yager! Yager…wait!”

He closed his eyes. Goddammit, she was bailing on him.

“Get this fucking T-‐shirt off me. It’s strangling me to death.”

Yager’s eyes popped open and he saw that her T-‐shirt had somehow twisted tightly around her neck. Leaning over, he pulled it up and off. That’s when he felt her mouth against his neck.

She leaned up, her teeth grazing his throat as she kissed him. Her hands desperately clutching his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly in place. And that’s when he knew. All these months, he hadn’t been wrong. The vision that rocked his world hadn’t been wrong either.

Neecy Lawrence wanted him. Based on the way her short nails cut deep into his shoulder, she wanted him bad.

Growling, he pulled away from her only to settle his face comfortably between her legs. He’d spent so many lonely nights dreaming about this. Of course, in his dreams they were on satin sheets in a bed at the Ritz-‐Carlton. But hell, his mighty butcher block would do.

Yager slid his tongue into her hot pussy. Already so wet, he was shocked he didn’t drown. As soon as he started licking her, her hands grasped his head, her fingers digging into his scalp. He licked the lips of her pussy, teasing them with the tip of his tongue. Her back arched, so he flicked her clit and she almost shot off the butcher block.

A lot of the Ravens figured Neecy was an unresponsive, cold bitch. Taking bets on whether she simply laid there during sex, waiting for it to be over, or if she did her best to get the guy off and out so she could sleep or go hunt. Well, he was going to let them keep those delusions. Because all of this, all of her, was his. Not anyone else’s. This woman whose hips continued to surge against his face as she responded to his exploring tongue would always belong to him.

He went lower, pushing his tongue deep inside her and she groaned, deep and low, making him shudder. Did she even know what she was doing to him? Did she care?

“God, Yager.”

No, no. That wouldn’t do. He pulled away, replacing his tongue with a finger.

“It’s Will.”

“Wha…” She stopped to grunt as a second finger joined the first, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. “What?”

“My name’s Will,” he told her as he steadily fucked her with his fingers. “People I work with call me Yager. For the next twenty-‐four hours, you call me Will.”

Her hips surged forward again, now riding his fingers as they’d ridden his tongue. “Whatever,” she gasped out.

“No. Not whatever.” With his other hand he grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger. “Will. Say it.”

Neecy tightened her fingers in his hair, unwilling to let him go. “Will. Fine. Will.

Just don’t stop. God, please don’t stop!”

He didn’t. Instead he returned his tongue to her clit as he kept his fingers pumping away inside her. Her groans became louder and louder as her body began to shake. When he knew she was close, he gently grasped her clit between his lips and sucked hard. Her soft groans became a hoarse shout as she came on his face, every muscle in her body tight.

Leaning away from Neecy long enough to reach into the pocket of his bomber jacket thrown over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, he pulled out a long line of condom packets.

Neecy focused on them and turned questioning eyes to Yager. He shrugged.

“Mike.”

“Oh.” For many, that was really the only explanation they ever needed.

In seconds, he’d sheathed his cock and yanked Neecy off the butcher block. Once again, not exactly how he’d dreamed their first time together would be. But he’d run out of patience months ago. The only thing the Norse male in him knew was that she was wet, willing, and whimpering.

Up to this point, Neecy really hadn’t had a chance to look at Yager’s cock. He’d kept the towel on and, although she felt his hard-‐on through the thick cotton, actual dimensions were lost on her. And once he threw her up on his butcher block she’d forgotten everything with that damn tongue of his getting her to make noises she didn’t think possible. Still, she didn’t get a chance to get a good look at it as Yager quickly pulled her down, immediately shoving his cock inside her.

And holy shit, but the man was huge!

Neecy yelped as he settled himself inside her. As wet as she truly was, he still stretched her. And, don’t forget, last boyfriend…Mr. Tiny Penis Man.

Yager turned and pushed her up against the much sturdier, nailed-‐to-‐the-‐floor island that stood proud and stainless steel–like in his kitchen.

“Are you okay,” he panted desperately in her ear.

It took her a moment, but Neecy suddenly realized Yager wasn’t moving. He was waiting for her. Making sure she was okay. She knew it was killing him. Every muscle on his body was rigid and sweat dripped from every pore. Still, as much as it hurt him, he didn’t want to hurt her.

Neecy wrapped her arms around Yager’s neck while one leg wrapped around his waist and the other around his calf. She leaned in and growled into his ear, “Fuck me, Will. Fuck. Me.”

She winced as his hands tightened around her body, his big fingers digging into her back. Then he pinned her to the island and fucked her like he’d just been let out of prison. Holding her tight as he mercilessly powered into her.

She couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. Even the trace of pain only enhanced the pleasure. So she held on tight to Will Yager and let him fuck her. And she may never say it out loud, but Jesus Christ, it was the best fuck she’d ever had.

Each hard thrust pushed her closer to the edge. Each rough pant made her hold him tighter. But when he whispered her name like he was praying at church and not coming like an out-‐of-‐control bus, she lost it, flying over that edge with him.

It took whole minutes before Yager could actually focus his eyes or remember his name. And the entire time, he never let Neecy go. Nor did she pull away.

How he got her to come, though…he’d never know. He stopped thinking about anything once she told him to fuck her. His mind completely shut off and his cock took over.

He actually felt embarrassed. He had more self-‐control than that. At least he did with anyone else but Neecy. Slowly, Yager pulled away from her, letting her legs drop to the floor. She almost fell, though, when he tried to release her.

“God, are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Just a little shaky.”

“Here.” He grabbed her by the waist and placed her back on the kitchen block.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Yager went to his hallway bathroom and quickly stripped off the spent condom.

He moved to the sink and turned on the tap. He splashed cold water on his face and told himself to remain calm.

True, he had Neecy Lawrence sitting in his kitchen. A naked Neecy Lawrence who he’d just had the most amazing sex he’d ever had in his entire lifetime with.

And he now had twenty-‐four hours to do that over and over and over again.

But fucking her wasn’t the prize. Keeping her was.

Neecy glanced at her watch. Damn. It wasn’t even eleven yet. She came from her eight a.m. class to here and never expected to do more than to again tell Yager she would not go out with him.

Somehow, though, she ended up naked on his butcher block.

Taking a deep breath, Neecy glanced around Yager’s kitchen. Clearly the man had money. You didn’t get an apartment like this in Manhattan without a few million to your name.

He also seemed to have a thing about stainless steel and marble. At least in his kitchen.

Neecy glanced down at herself. She had two Japanese sleeve tats on both her shoulders and upper biceps. Plus one on her right forearm. She got them to cover up her gang tattoos. She still had scars from the gunshots to her chest since Skuld liked to leave little reminders to her Daughters of where they’d come from. And she still had bruises from a brutal fight she’d had several days earlier with some idiot who’d sacrificed his own sister to activate one of Odin’s swords.

Christ, what the hell am I doing here?

“Thirsty?”

Her head snapped up to find Yager standing in front of her. She never even heard him come back in the room. For a very large man, he was awfully stealthy.

“A little.”

“Bottled water okay?”

“Perfect.” She should tell him she wanted to go. She should tell him this was a mistake.

Before she had a chance, Yager slipped one big arm around her waist and easily lifted her off his defiled butcher block. He held her next to his body. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did. “Arms on neck, Lawrence.” She did that, too.

He walked them over to his stainless steel fridge and pulled open the door. “Can you get the water?” She could and she did, grabbing the neck of two water bottles in between the fingers of one hand. Once she had that secure, Yager closed the fridge door and headed out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?”

“The bedroom. We can’t stay in the kitchen for the next twenty-‐four hours now can we?”

“Twenty-‐three hours.”

“What?”

“The next twenty-‐three hours and ten minutes to be exact.”

“You Crows are such sticklers for the details.”

“We sure are, but you should know that by now.”

Yager walked down the very long hallway of his very big apartment until he reached the master bedroom. Like the rest of the place, it was enormous. Had to be, though…so it could fit that bed.

Slowly, he put her down on the bed and grasped one of the waters she held out to him. In silence, they opened the bottles and drank. While doing so, Neecy, feeling a little bit insecure suddenly, examined Yager’s room. Very little steel here except for the bed frame. Instead, he had lots of manly wood furniture.

Mahogany being the wood of choice. He also had a couple of plush leather chairs scattered around the room, both filled with a pile of clothes Yager must have tossed off before heading to the shower. He also had a laptop on the dresser and what looked like a PC game paused on screen. He had only a couple of pictures of his Raven buddies and his old mentor. No other family shots or girlfriend pictures she could see. And five framed posters on his walls…three from the first Star Wars movies, one from War Games, and one from the original Heavy Metal movie.

She didn’t know what she expected to find in Yager’s apartment, but for some reason these posters weren’t it. They seemed kind of…well, geeky. She never thought of Yager as geeky. Of course, a few hours ago, she did think of him as dumb. Quickly, however, she was realizing Yager wasn’t stupid at all.

“You gonna look at me, baby?”

Neecy sighed. “You really have to stop calling me that.” She brought the bottle back to her lips and took a healthy drink, turning to face him. Bad move, since she almost choked on her water.

Yager stood in front of her. Completely naked and completely gorgeous. No towel or anything else for that matter between them. And, to her surprise, he’d gotten hard again. Seriously, take-‐down-‐a-‐door-‐with-‐that-‐thing hard. Her last couple of boyfriends were lucky to bang it out twice in a night and that was usually only after some liquor and porn were involved. She’d heard Odin endowed his Ravens with his sexual resilience, but she thought that was a myth.

Lowering the bottle of water, she slowly licked her lips.

“Uh…Lawrence? My eyes are up here.”

“So?”

Yager laughed. “God, I love your honesty.”

Well, why bother lying? When a man sports a cock that big and it was all yours for the next twenty-‐three hours, why waste time with bullshit?

Stretching out her hand, Neecy grasped Yager’s cock tight. He took in a startled breath as she gently pulled him toward her.

“When you took off the condom, did you wipe yourself off?”

She heard him swallow before he answered. “Yeah.”

“Good. I hate the taste of spermacide.” Then she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.

As soon as her mouth glided over his cock, Yager realized how far gone he really was. He could spend the rest of his life with his cock trapped in this woman’s mouth and be so okay with that. And she took her time. He didn’t sense for a second, she was trying to get him off just so that she could get it over with.

Instead, it seemed like she enjoyed running her tongue over every vein, every ridge. Exploring him. Tasting him. Testing him. Testing how much he could take.

Not much. As soon as the tip of her tongue began playing around his slit, he almost completely lost it. He pushed her off before he shot a load down her throat.

“What?” Wow, she sounded annoyed he stopped her. Could he actually have found Male Nirvana? A woman who liked giving blowjobs?

Taking deep breaths and thinking about ice hockey, “Not yet, baby.” He’d promised himself to make this round last.

Yager pushed her back on the bed as he stretched out beside her. “Trust me when I say we’ll get back to that, but right now I wanna…” Using one arm to prop his head up, he slid the fingers of his free hand across her stomach and around her breasts. “…savor.”

Frowning in confusion, “Savor what?”

“You, Neecy.”

“Why?”

“I find it amazing you even have to ask that.”

“We’re on a schedule here, Yager.” She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other several times to emphasize her point. “So don’t start fucking it up with ‘savoring’ and meaningful looks. We don’t have time for that.”

Yager laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. After about two minutes, he heard Neecy growl. He grabbed hold of her arm before she could take two steps away from the bed. He yanked her back down and stretched out on top of her, holding her still with his weight.

“Don’t even think about leaving, Lawrence.”

“Well you seemed to be having so much fun without me,” she snapped.

“I just really irritate the living shit out of you sometimes, don’t I?”

“As a matter of fact, yes you do.”

“Now that doesn’t seem right, does it?” He nuzzled her under the chin. “I really should make up for that.” He licked the skin between her breasts and brushed the sides with the tip of his nose.

Her breathing changed, becoming deeper. Her body trembled slightly as he used the tip of his tongue to lightly tease her nipples. Long fingers dug into his hair as even longer legs wrapped tight around him.

Pulling himself up a bit, he spoke softly against her ear. “But don’t forget Neecy Lawrence…” Slowly thrusting his hips so his hard cock rubbed against her, he heard her moan. “You’re mine until tomorrow. That means I can savor, pamper, spoil, or play with this body until our time is up.” He thrust again and Neecy moaned. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, baby?” He thrust against her, harder this time, making sure to hit her clit in the process. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed as she gripped him tighter, burying her face in his neck. “God, yes.”

Yager smiled, feeling like one of the triumphant warriors he was a descendent of. “Good, baby. Now lean back, get comfortable, and enjoy the ride.”