Corviticus University: Family Ties

by J. E. Cluney

  I realized that the two men who’d been shoving one another on the far side of the bonfire were now laughing and slapping each other on the back.

  I’d never understand men sometimes.

  I followed Lisa’s gaze to where Skip was laughing with William and Pete by the barbecue.

  “I miss him. I miss how the family could be, the good times,” Lisa murmured. “I’m glad he came up with you. And I know he’s in a better environment now with you and the other guys.”

  I pursed my lips as she sipped her wine again. This was the third or fourth glass I’d seen her with, and I had a feeling it was starting to affect her.

  “He’s happy, we’re like a family,” I said gently as I reached over to touch her arm.

  “Don’t you be a stranger either. You’re always welcome here,” she smiled as she patted my hand. “It’s been a pleasure having you around.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I best head inside and check on Samantha. She can’t just hide away forever,” Lisa groaned as she climbed out of the camping chair.

  “Good luck,” I said as I watched her head towards the house, making her way carefully through all the cars parked behind the building.

  I was surprised there were no bugs bothering us, but as I glanced around at the lively, cheery group, I spied Chris’ wife, Erica I think, tending to a lone candle on the food table. She murmured some words, and a small glow emanated from the green flame before she collected up another plate of food.

  Obviously she was using some sort of bug warding magic to help us out. How thoughtful.

  “Brought you some sausages and steak, want anything from the table?” Skip asked as he appeared before me and handed me a paper plate with a small steak and two sausages on it with tomato sauce.

  “Sure,” I accepted the plate as he set his one down on his seat before heading over to the share table.

  I guided him mentally on what I’d like, some of the pasta salad, potato salad, some prawns, and a few slices of ham and cheese.

  Dessert would come out soon, and I was hanging out for it.

  I watched as Skip got caught talking with a few guys, and I dug into my sausages, my stomach grumbling.

  I listened to the chatter around me, grateful that I was being left alone to eat. I’d mingled a bit earlier with some of the women, but I was a little socialized out now, and needed to eat.

  By the time I was onto my steak, Skip joined me, giving me my plate of extra goodies before sitting down in the chair next to me to dive in.

  ‘The guys want to go out on the quads after dinner. Those who are still sober. My dad has a few quad-bikes for herding cattle when needed, and he just seems to collect them. You want to be my passenger?’ he asked mentally as he shoveled food into his mouth.

  Quad-biking. I’d never even been on a quad-bike. It sounded fun, and I knew Skip had enjoyed it back in his teen years.

  ’Sure, could be fun.’

  He updated me on his old friends he’d been chatting to, their families and everything. I did my best to lock away the info for later use, but I had a feeling I’d have forgotten most of it by the morning. My brain was fried with remembering names let alone all the extra details.

  Skip just laughed at this, shaking his head and leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek before continuing to eat.

  Dessert came out in the form of trifle, and we nabbed a decent serving each, watching as some of the more drunken members of our group moseyed on over to help themselves.

  I snorted as Matt stumbled and nearly fell right into the bonfire, crying out when he spilt his beer.

  I nearly choked on my trifle when he then proceeded to yank his pants down to show off his wiener to everyone.

  So much for vodka shots being needed, looks like he’d just been hitting the grog hard.

  Everyone laughed as Matt stumbled around, thrusting his beer into Chris’ hand before completely stripping down as he slurred and challenged everyone to a race.

  “You’re drunk, Matt,” Erica scolded him, but she was grinning stupidly as Chris shook his head with an amused expression.

  “Well, that’s rude,” Matt managed to say as he planted his hands on his hips, not caring that his willy was swaying around as he rocked unsteadily on his feet. “I’m not even tipsy.”

  “Sure you aren’t,” Skip snorted.

  “Listen ‘ere, I happen to be… be very sober,” he slurred with a hiccup.

  I couldn’t hide my amused chuckles as everyone called him out on it.

  “You’re fucked mate.”

  “Time for a nap I think.”

  “Put your pants back on, ya dickhead.”

  “Fuck off, none of yas are up for the challenge I seeeee,” he managed to spit out as he gave a few of the guys the bird, which just resulted in snorts and laughter.

  I glanced over at Lisa, who had returned and was standing over with William, just shaking her head but smiling. Guess this was the norm for them.

  And he was their usual entertainment apparently.

  “If we win, will you stop waving that pissy ass dick around in front of my wife?” Chris howled, and laughter broke out all around.

  “It’s on, cunt!” Matt barked as he stumbled forward.

  It was like a switch had been flicked.

  All the men set their drinks aside, even handing them over to their partners, before they stripped down to nothing.

  My cheeks burned as I looked down at the ground, but then I heard Skip rise from his chair.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed.

  “A challenge is a challenge. We never sit it out,” he chuckled, and I caught his gaze as he undid his board shorts and slid them off in one quick motion with his briefs. Then the singlet was off, and my eyes fell to his length before I forced my eyes away.

  Now was most definitely not the time to be checking him out. Not with his mother just a few feet away.

  “To the top paddock and back!” Chris roared before he fell to all fours.

  I just gawked as he immediately shifted into a platypus.

  How on earth did he intend to race the others?

  My attention was yanked away as a red kangaroo stumbled and tripped over a camping chair.

  Guessing that was Matt.

  I flicked my eyes to the side just in time to see Skip sprout his sandy-red coat and tail, his body cracking and morphing into the muscled red kangaroo.

  The other women all cheered them on, and I watched as the group of kangaroos took off with a wombat, two dingoes, and one platypus.

  Chris was only in it for the fun clearly, considering he was scampering after them but was falling behind even the wombat.

  I just shook my head in disbelief, laughing as they disappeared into the darkness. Matt stumbled and hopped into chairs before finally getting onto free ground and bouncing after the group awkwardly.

  “Happens nearly every time,” Lisa called out to inform me.

  “Never gets old,” Erica laughed with one of the other women.

  No, it was definitely a sight to behold.

  I wasn’t even sure who won the race, as they all came back in man form and laughing as they shoved one another and joked around.

  I averted my eyes as best I could until Skip had dressed and collapsed into the chair beside me while laughing.

  “Always a bit of fun,” he chuckled as he leaned over to kiss my cheek.

  “Who won?” I asked, smiling at the clear joy in his eyes. He’d had plenty of childish fun doing the silly race.

  “No idea, doesn’t matter. We do it for the laughs. I have a feeling that Matt will end up passed out in the garden tonight,” he snickered.

  I just shook my head at the thought, grateful that everyone was now wearing at least pants, except for Matt, who was dancing around the bonfire stark naked and singing some AC/DC song that he’d clearly forgotten the lyrics to.

  I laughed as Matt tripped over a log, losing his beer as he went down onto all fours and cursing.<
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  “Good time to go in for a shag!” Chris hollered, and one of the guys, Reggie I think his name was, pretended to hump Matt for a few seconds before the drunk shifter spun on him.

  Skip muttered in amusement as Matt tried to fight Reggie, but all Reggie did was laugh and hold him at bay before Matt beamed and drew him into a hug, naked and all.

  “They’re crazy,” I murmured, chuckling lightly at the scene as the other guys messed around the bonfire doing stupid shit.

  “Yep, they’re the best,” Skip agreed.

  It wasn’t long before Skip was leading me over to the shed with some of the other guys, and I stood back as they pulled out the four quad-bikes and started them up.

  Skip took the bumble bee yellow one, beckoning me over as he got some helmets for us. The other guys didn’t seem too enthused by the offered safety, and turned down having helmets.

  I wasn’t dumb, I accepted the flaming red helmet as I slid onto the seat behind Skip.

  The quad-bike rumbled beneath me, and I slid my arms around his waist as we moved off from the shed.

  Chris was one of the other guys, along with Micah and Ben. Burt was doubling with Micah, but I was the only woman willing to join in.

  The headlights came on once we were away from the house, and Chris opened up a gate into the top paddock.

  ‘Hang on gorgeous,’ Skip murmured into my mind.

  I tightened my grip, grinning beneath my helmet as he accelerated.

  We shot off into the paddock, the wind whipping my arms and tugging at my clothing.

  We zipped around, going over small jumps and bumping over rough terrain before shooting off again.

  The guys were whooping and shouting as they messed around on the jumps and doing crazy sharp turns. Thankfully, Skip was taking care with me, which I was grateful for.

  I clung to him, loving how his warmth flooded through me as the cool night air nipped my bare arms and easily penetrated through my shirt. At least I’d worn jeans for tonight.

  I peeked into Skip’s mind, enjoying the feeling of his sheer delight as he relived some fun from his teen years. He used to do this with his sister, and even had done the odd ride around with Selena, since she’d been a country girl too.

  I nuzzled his back, grateful that that small memory hadn’t sent a pang of pain through him.

  He deserved happiness and joy just as much as anyone else.

  I squeezed him as we spun around, and I giggled like a child as we launched over another small jump and rocketed off after the guys.

  We spent a fair while riding around and having fun, and we rounded it off with a race back to the shed.

  ‘Won’t lie, I chose the bumble bee one because it’s the fastest. Hang on!’ Skip declared with glee as he twisted the accelerator hard.

  I held on tight as we shot past the others, taking the lead with ease as we bumped over the uneven ground.

  We hurtled through the gate and pulled up at the shed a fair few seconds before Chris pulled up beside us.

  “No fair, you know which of these is the fastest,” Chris laughed as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair.

  Micah pulled up next, grinning and congratulating Skip just as Ben and Burt joined us.

  I climbed off, my legs a little wobbly from gripping the quad-bike with my legs on the harsh turns.

  “Did you have fun?” Micah asked as I tugged my helmet off.

  “Definitely!” I beamed.

  “First time quad-biking, right?” Skip checked as he took my helmet to put it away in the shed.

  I nodded, and Chris walked over.

  “They’re loads of fun, we didn’t do it this time, but sometimes we get out some spray paint and play tag. See who ends up with the most paint on them,” he grinned.

  “Always fun,” Ben chuckled as he rolled his red quad-bike into the shed.

  They moved all the quad-bikes back into the shed before heading back to the bonfire, but Skip caught my hand just as I turned to follow.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, and I turned to find those dazzling blue eyes glinting with mischief.

  He smiled seductively at me as he pulled me back into the shed with him, pressing me up against the workbench as he kissed my neck.

  I quivered at the feel of his body against mine and his soft lips brushing my neck.

  “You’re really enjoying me all to yourself,” I chuckled as his hands ran down my arms, leaving sweet shivers in their wake.

  “Definitely. I like sharing you, but having you to myself? I love it,” he breathed as he moved to kiss me.

  Our lips met softly at first, teasing one another with gentle nibbles before he deepened the kiss and pressed into me more.

  ’Someone will notice we’re gone,’ I sighed into his mind.

  ‘Not if we try to be quick,’ he chuckled.

  As much as I enjoyed our long, heated sessions, knowing we were racing against the clock only made it that more thrilling.

  The light had been flicked off when the boys had left, so we were left in shadows with only the flickering bonfire behind the house giving us a small amount of light.

  I ran my hands up under his singlet, loving the feel of his toned, smooth abs and chest, dancing my fingers over and smiling against his lips when he trembled from my touch.

  I giggled as he lifted me up to sit on the workbench, and he swept all the odd tools and such aside as he kissed my neck.

  “I’m going to enjoy having you here,” he chuckled as his hands slid up under my shirt and bra.

  He ran his thumbs over my hardened nipples as he claimed my mouth again while grinding against me.

  I moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue stroked mine, loving how hard he was through his board shorts.

  I continued to explore his body under his singlet with my hands, loving how his muscles rippled at my light touches and the way he moaned when I trailed them down to his lower abdomen.

  He sucked on my tongue as I ran my hand over his hardness, and I squirmed as I felt my panties growing wetter at the teasing. God, I wanted to feel him inside me, to have him pounding into me.

  He growled as he overheard my thoughts, and his hands fell to the button of my jeans.

  I moaned softly as he worked them undone, and with a little effort from both of us, we had them pulled down with my wet panties.

  “You get nice and wet easily,” he chuckled as he kissed me again.

  He pulled back to stare at me, his nostrils flaring as heat flushed through me. Desire swirled in his eyes, along with absolute love.

  “How badly do you want me, Bee Sting?” he breathed as he pulled his board shorts and briefs down.

  I quivered as his length bounced free, standing to attention and making me throb with need.

  “More than you know,” I gasped as I caught those devilishly amused eyes.

  “Really?” he murmured, his voice low as he leaned forward and gently pushed the tip of his length into my wetness.

  I groaned as he stayed there, swirling himself against me but not entering me.

  “You’re a monster,” I growled as I tried to wrap my legs around him and pull him into me, but he held back, grinning like the little terror he was.

  “Someone’s a little eager,” he mused as he drew in a deep breath. “You smell so goddamn good when you’re all hot for me.”

  “Then have me,” I pouted as I tugged at his waist.

  He just let out a soft laugh as he fought me.

  I groaned as I rested my head on his chest.

  So much for being quick.

  I gasped as he slowly fell to his knees, his warm breath washing over my wet folds.

  He dove in quickly, making me arch and hiss as he went straight for my clit, flicking it with his tongue and teasing it, sending tingles of pleasure searing through me.

  I fisted my hands in his hair as he began eating me out, dragging his tongue up my folds and nuzzling me before focusing back on my clit.

 
; I gasped and bit my lip to fight from crying out in pleasure, and he chuckled against me before moving his hands to grip my ass and pull me into his face even more.

  I squirmed and shook as he worked his magic on my clit, and my breaths became ragged and short as my body tensed and that orgasmic cliff snuck up on me.

  He suckled on my clit, flicking his tongue over it and squeezing my ass, and I lolled my head back, whimpering as I fought the urge to let out noises of bliss.

  I couldn't stop from gasping as the pleasure exploded forth, and I shuddered and writhed as he moaned and lapped up my sweet orgasm.

  I rode the waves of pure bliss, closing my eyes as I savored the sensation coursing through me and shooting through every nerve-ending and making my body limp.

  Skip stood up, claiming my mouth, and I tasted my own honeyed orgasm on his lips as he thrust into me.

  I gasped and ground into him as he moaned, grateful to finally have him inside.

  ‘You get so tight after you orgasm,’ he moaned into my mind.

  ‘Good,’ I murmured. I wanted him to enjoy this.

  He drove into me, rocking back and forth as his second little length caressed my g-spot.

  I didn’t even care that the work bench was rocking against the wall and making some noise as he fucked me hard on it.

  I pushed all of my pleasure and desire into his mind, and he growled as he nibbled on my shoulder.

  “I won’t last long if you do that,” he rasped.

  Good, because someone was going to come looking for us soon.

  I tensed and moaned as my g-spot was worked perfectly, and I arched as I felt the second orgasm creeping up on me.

  My hands clawed his back as he gripped my ass and drove himself deeper into me, picking up his pace to bring me to finish even faster.

  I gasped and bounced on the bench, and the pleasure exploded inside me, forcing me to bite his shoulder to keep from crying out.

  He swore at this, but I felt him unload instantly as my walls milked him.

  I drew in shaky breaths as white danced before my eyes, and we held one another as we enjoyed the sheer pleasure coursing through our joined bodies and minds.