Hunting Season (The Gathering Book 1) by Shelly Laurenston

Author:Shelly Laurenston
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Butterfly Kisses Press
Published: 2017-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

Keys hitting the floor never sounded so loud. As she quickly crouched down to retrieve them, Yager was already there, scooping them up.

“Which one?”

Pointing at her front door key, “That one.”

They both stood up at the same time and Yager reached around her to put the key in the lock. With his free hand, he encircled her waist and brushed his lips against the side of her neck.

She leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his hard chest against her back. Somehow, he managed to kiss her neck while unlocking her front door. He pushed the door open and, while keeping a tight hold on her waist, walked them both into the apartment.

Once inside, with the door closed and locked, Yager stopped and stared. “I was going to ask you where the bedroom is, but…”

She smiled and stepped into her loft apartment.

“Christ, woman. Is that a basketball court?”

“Just a half one.”

She took his hand and led him into the enormous room. “Before you wonder if this is from drug money, one of the older Crows hooked me up. The building’s rent-controlled. I only pay three-fifty a month.”

Again Yager stopped and stared, but this time at her. “You got this place for how much? And I never thought it was from drug money.”

She chuckled. Neecy had always loved her apartment. It was, to be blunt, freakin’ enormous. It used to be an old warehouse that a Crow, way before Neecy’s time, bought and renovated. Since then, only Crows lived in or owned this building. The current owner was a cranky old Crow, so she and Neecy got along just fine.

“You know what I find amazing?”

Neecy pulled off her jacket and threw it over the bed and into the chair filled with a week’s worth of dirty clothes. Then she jumped back onto her big bed and bounced there several times before she settled down. “No. What?”

“The fact that you have all this space with your motorcycle over there, a half court over there—” he gestured to bookshelves right behind him, “—and you still have all your books piled into one corner.”

Neecy winced. “I keep meaning to get to that.”

“Sidetracked with all that saving-the-world stuff?”

Snorting a short laugh, “Give me a break. All we do is keep the balance. That’s it. I leave saving the world to the Christians and Greenpeace.”

She lay back on her bed and proceeded to kick her shoes off.

“Need some help with the dress?”

For a split second, Neecy almost said, “What the hell for?” Then her dumb ass caught up with the moment and she took a deep breath. She’d given up the fight. At least for tonight. She wanted to fuck Yager. She wanted to fuck him bad.

“Yeah. That’d be great.”

Yager pulled off his cashmere coat and laid it across a kitchen chair. He slowly walked to the bed and stood in front of her. “Stand up.”

Sliding off the bed, Neecy stood in front of Yager. Gently, he gripped her shoulders and turned her away from him.

His hands slid across her bare shoulders, caressing the skin.

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