Shelly Laurenston - Shelly Laurenston

Tossing them aside, he lifted her tank top over her head, forcing her to raise her arms. “How so?”

“We’re talking about major changes in my life. I need time to think. To plan. To strategize. You don’t rush into this sort of thing.”

Her black jeans hit the floor and she desperately tried to ignore the fact that the man she loved now kneeled in front of her to remove her boots and shuck her pants. “All that bullshit takes too long.”

“It’s not bullshit, and that’s not your call.”

“No. It’s probably not. But I have no patience and I was tired of arguing.”

He dropped her dirty clothes in the hamper. Giving her a quick wink, he again grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bathroom. He released her long enough to turn the shower on and adjust the water temperature.

Neecy wrapped her arms around her body. She was freezing. Not surprising.

She was always freezing after hunting in the winter. “I don’t care if you were tired of arguing. And I didn’t want to argue. I wanted to discuss.”

“Yeah, well, I was tired of discussing, too.”

He turned around and frowned at her shivering. He moved up close to her and rubbed her arms.

“Look, all I’m saying is this isn’t an easy thing for me to do. I need time.”

Shit. How did he get her bra and panties off without her even noticing? Goddamn him!

“I’m really not in the mood to give you time.”

“You’re not…” Before she could punch him in the face, he lifted her by the waist and carefully placed her in the shower. By the time she pushed her still-‐too-‐long but now thoroughly wet bangs out of her face, Yager had shucked his boxers and stood behind her.

“This isn’t about whether you want to give me time.”

He put that freakin’ expensive shampoo on her hair and began massaging her head. She almost came from that alone.

“True. But I warned you I wouldn’t play fair, now didn’t I?”

“That’s not the…the…Oh, that feels good,” she sighed.

He gave a little hum in response as he moved close behind her. She could feel his hard cock pressing into the small of her back. His hands felt wonderful on her scalp and the feel of his flesh rubbing hers was making her sopping wet and crazy.

Dammit! This was why she needed some time alone! Because the man could distract her without even trying.

He finished washing her hair and finger-‐combed his expensive conditioner through it. While he left that in, he washed the rest of her. Taking his time, lingering over her “hot spots.”

At this point, she didn’t even bother arguing with him. As it was she could barely speak. Once done rinsing her off, she simply took the soap and began washing him. He closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted, a small smile playing on his lips the entire time. When she was ready to wash his hair, she looked up at him.

“I never thought I’d ever be able to say this to a man who wasn’t in the NBA, but you’re too tall for me to wash your hair.”

She waited for him to bend down a bit so she could make his scalp feel as good as hers, but instead he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her.

Steeling herself at how beautiful this six-‐seven Viking god looked kneeling at her feet, she began washing his hair. As Neecy worked really hard to concentrate on washing his hair from root to ends, she felt Yager’s hands slide up the back of her legs. His big fingers gliding over her wet skin, drawing out those intense feelings she never had with anyone else in her life. As she massaged his scalp, his hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him.

“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?”