“Open your legs, Neecy.”
Clearing her throat, Neecy tried to get control over her exploding emotions. It wasn’t really working, but she still made the attempt. Silently, she braced her feet apart and buried her fingers deeper in his hair.
Yager leaned forward a bit, burying his face between her legs. His tongue took long licks of her pussy as his hands squeezed and massaged her cheeks.
Without meaning too, Neecy let go. She let go of having her ass tossed in a Dumpster, of getting used to her overly large wings, and of taking over leadership of a clan of indescribably rowdy, bitchy women. She let go of anything that didn’t have to do with Yager and her snatch. Tomorrow. She’d worry about all the bullshit tomorrow.
As all her stress and worries melted away, Yager’s tongue and an interestingly placed finger shot her over the edge. Her head fell back as she gasped out her orgasm, her fingers still buried in Yager’s gorgeous hair.
When the shaking simmered down to a gentle trembling, Yager stood up, quickly rinsed his hair, and then lifted her in his arms.
“God, baby. You’re exhausted.”
“I am. But I can still walk on my own.”
“I know. But this is much more fun.”
Placing her carefully on the bathroom sink counter, Yager grabbed a towel and dried her off. Once done, he quickly dried himself off and took her back to the bedroom. He pulled the covers back and put her down on the soft bed.
Yager clicked off the light and snuggled up behind her, his arms tight around her middle, his face buried in the back of her neck. This really seemed to be his favorite position.
Feeling Yager’s big body surrounding her, Neecy felt safe, content, and home.
With that last thought making her smile, she went to sleep.
Yager woke up to find Neecy staring at him. Her arms wrapped around her legs, her knees tucked up under her chin.
He stretched and smiled. “Hey, baby.”
“Morning, Yager.” She held up her arm, the metal cuff loose around her wrist, the chain attached to the bed frame clinking against itself. “What is this?”
“I wanted to make sure you were here when I woke up.”
She blinked. “You’re a little crazy, aren’t you?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sane.
Sighing, she looked out the window. “Blizzard hit last night. And it’s still going.”
Well that explained why it was so freakin’ bright in the room.
Grinning, “Cool! Snow day!”
She laughed. “God, you’re such a geek, Yager.”
“Yup.” Yager sat up and leaned in, his eyes focused on her breasts. He couldn’t wait to get her nipples in his mouth. He couldn’t wait to be buried balls deep inside her. But one brown hand slammed against his chest.
“Hold it.”
He growled. “What?”
“Don’t growl at me,” she snapped. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t wanna talk. I wanna fuck.”
“Fine. Then I’ll talk.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No.”
Yager gave a deep, painful sigh. Sitting back, he dropped against the headboard, wincing as his head hit hard steel.
Clearing her throat to stop herself from laughing, Neecy raised her chained arm.
She gestured to it. “Hello?”
“I’ll take it off when you’re done.” There may be a blizzard outside, but he didn’t put it past Neecy Lawrence to still try and bolt.
Rolling her eyes, she again wrapped her arms around her legs, successfully blocking her pretty tits from his view. Dammit.
“So this is the deal, Yager. Take it or leave it. If I stay…”
“If?”
“If I stay, I won’t leave. It means we’re together. Forever and all that shit. I don’t sneak around and I’m too honest to cheat. So if you plan on keeping me, you’d best be prepared that this is the only pussy you’ll be getting until Ragnarok comes. If that’s a problem for you, then you best call the movers and start moving my shit back.”
“I didn’t call movers. The Crows brought your stuff here.”
“The…they…” She took a deep breath. “I’ll deal with that later. Where was I?”
He pointed at her lap. “That’ll be the only pussy I’m getting.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay. So, make up your mind now. I will keep teaching. I will lead the Crows until Skuld tells me otherwise. I don’t know if I want kids or not. It’s definitely not a priority. So, if that’s a problem for you, say it now.” She took another deep breath. “I am really cranky in the mornings and no, coffee doesn’t help. That’s why I don’t drink it. Christmas is my favorite time of year and the Crows do Secret Santa since there’s so many of us. Although I always give something special to my team. I say we avoid trying the dating thing again…since that seems to lead to mutilation. I don’t go out much, except to party with the Crows. To me a fun night is pasta, Law & Order, and masturbating. Although if we can switch out the masturbating for sex…I’m okay with that.”
Fighting really hard not to smile, he said, “Anything else?”
“Just one. I like that you’re nice to me, even though it still weirds me out a little.
But if you promise not to stop, I’ll promise to work really hard not to get that panicked look on my face when you do something particularly sweet.”
Yager couldn’t fight it anymore. He grinned. How could he not? She was wonderful. “That’ll work.”
They stared at each other until Neecy gestured with a flip of her hand. “Your turn.”
“I get a turn?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Um…let’s see. The only pussy I want or will ever want is yours. So no worries there.” He grinned. “It’s very tasty!”
“Yager…”
He held his hand up. “Okay. Okay. Um…I don’t really have a favorite holiday, but whatever will make you happy is what I’ll do. The only thing, Mike comes to Thanksgiving dinner. His other option is his father’s and I can’t do that to him.
Of course, I figure you won’t mind since you already had his ass in your face.” He glared at her before continuing. “Even though I don’t have a favorite holiday, I do love summer time. Um…oh! I spend hours on the computer. Hours. Not just for the business, but because I really love it. But I have laptops, so I won’t spend all my time in the office. And nothing makes me happier than the thought of sitting next to you on the couch working on my laptop while you watch Law & Order.”
She smiled warmly at his words. “Especially knowing that I can just reach over and start finger fucking you.”
Neecy coughed in surprise.
“I hope you’re not a pet fan, ‘cause I really don’t want a pet. I could care less about kids. And on very rare occasions, Odin may drop by…in bed…with us.”
“What?”
“I already told him he shouldn’t do that on a regular basis anymore. Ya know…cause you’ll hurt him. I’m not cranky in the mornings, but I do love to fuck when I wake up. Which was one of the reasons I was annoyed you kept leaving.” He glared at her again but she only chuckled. “So, cranky or not…just be prepared for a regular dose of morning cock…as I like to call it. I’m okay with not dating, but I have every intention of marrying you and I want the full-‐on honeymoon. Two weeks in the Caribbean. No telephone. No gods. No work.”
“Just me in a bikini!” Neecy reared back startled. “Now where the hell did that come from?”