It Happens

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  “I thought you said we had to go,” she whispered, her voice husky and very willing.

  “We do,” I admitted. “We’re going to make this quick.”

  “H-how?” she stuttered.

  “By doing you hard and fast,” I growled.

  Then I turned her around and practically threw her over the side of the bed.

  She didn’t protest, only went to her elbows and looked over her shoulder at me as I yanked her sweatpants down around her ankles.

  My fingers found her slit, and I grinned when I found her soaking wet.

  “Good,” I growled, unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock out of my pants.

  Her eyes went to my dick and they widened.

  “How did you not just break that as you pulled it out of that tiny hole?” she asked curiously.

  I shrugged. “Practice and precision.”

  She opened her mouth to say something else but moaned instead when I let the tip of my cock drag against her sex, coating the head in her juices.

  She bit her lip and dropped down farther to the bed so that only her ass was in the air. Her face landed on my phone, and I saw it light up out of the corner of my eye as I notched my cock at her entrance.

  She bit her lip and pushed back slightly, her eyes fluttering opened and closed as she waited for me to push inside.

  “Gonna be fast and hard, baby,” I told her, voice full of gravel. “Start playing with that pretty clit.”

  She snuck one hand down between her legs and did exactly as I instructed.

  I pushed inside in one solid stroke, coming to a halt only when my dick met her end.

  “Fuuuuuck,” she cried out.

  I could feel her knuckles bumping my cock as she stroked her clit, and I felt my balls start to draw up at the sensation.

  “Hurry,” I ordered, clenching her ass.

  She did, speeding up her rotations as I started to steadily fuck her.

  In and out. Not fast, but certainly not slow. Hard and deep.

  She felt like silk. Hot, wet, tight silk wrapped so tightly around my cock, fisting it so well that I nearly lost it after three thrusts inside of her.

  I wasn’t sure how, or why, she felt so good. Was it because it was Jubilee? Was it because she was tighter than any woman had a right to be? Was it because the only person that’d been inside her was me?

  Whatever the reason, it’d always been like this with her.

  Right.

  Perfect.

  “You better be close,” I rasped. “I’m seconds away from coming.”

  She dropped slightly to one side and looked at me over her shoulder.

  Her mouth was tilted up at one side, smirking at me as if she was amused by my lack of control.

  Hell, knowing her, she was.

  I pulled out and rammed back inside, making sure to keep my eyes solely on hers as I did.

  Her mouth lost the grin immediately, parting as a moan slipped free of her lips.

  Her hand started working double-time between her thighs, the tiny baby muscles in her biceps bunching with each twist of her fingers.

  I felt her start to tighten as I pulled back and thrust inside her. My grin grew into a smile.

  And still, her eyes were on mine.

  “Come,” I ordered.

  She bit her lip, the action so erotic that my balls drew up for real this time.

  With no hope for stemming my orgasm off, I gave up and started to fuck her hard and fast. My eyes closed, and I groaned long and loud as my orgasm barreled through me at the speed of light. My spine stiffened, and I threw my head back, unable to stop the shout from coming out.

  Then I felt those pussy muscles I was beginning to love so much start to tighten in rhythmic ripples all around me, making my orgasm that much better.

  When I finally opened my eyes long seconds later, it was to see her eyes still on mine.

  “When you come you get this really constipated look on your face,” she told me.

  I smacked her ass.

  “It was probably the piece of toilet paper that’s right here,” I teased, plucking a fake piece of paper off her skin and miming tossing it to the floor.

  She flipped me off and snapped at me. “Get me a towel so we can go, ya dick.”

  Grinning, I pulled out, my eyes going to her entrance as I watched my release leak out of her.

  And suddenly I really, really wished that things were different. That she could get pregnant. That my seed was potent enough to produce miracles.

  “Did you just produce a Jersey accent just so you could call me a dick?” I asked curiously, trying to hide my suddenly morose thoughts.

  She winked at me. “Of course.”

  Chapter 16

  Literally every person is messed up. You just have to choose which level of crazy you are comfortable living with.

  -Life Lesson

  Jubilee

  “Do you think the deer smell the sex on us?” I questioned.

  “Undoubtedly,” he answered, straight-faced.

  “Even when you sprayed all that scent stuff?” I pushed.

  He shrugged.

  “Honestly, I don’t know. We’re about fifteen minutes late getting out here, and you’re talking so loud that if they were close, they’d hear you,” he whispered almost silently.

  I felt my lips twitch.

  I lifted my feet up onto the railing of the deer stand we were currently in. It was thirteen feet up in the air, and I had to climb a rickety ass ladder to get up into it.

  The seat was at least comfortable.

  That, and being pressed close to Zee’s body, with his heat practically seeping out of him and into me, was making me sleepy.

  I was talking to keep myself awake.

  People weren’t meant to be up this early.

  The only reason I got up this early was due to getting a run in before my day started. And the only reason I stayed awake after getting up that early was due to the fact that my body stayed in constant motion for the two-plus hours that it took me to get my run in and the sun to come up.

  Overall, I was a very sleepy person.

  I took a nap everyday—no matter if I had to take it in my office chair at work—and still slept wonderfully at night.

  When I didn’t get my nap, it made me a grumpy Jubilee.

  Today, I had a feeling, was going to be downright awful.

  A, because I was fucking tired already and the day had barely started.

  B, because we were in our hometown and I was going out to some Thanksgiving bazaar bullshit with my mother and Carrie, and it was almost a certainty I’d run into at least ten people that I knew. Zee had also been roped in and there was no way in hell I’d keep my hands off of him now that I had him.

  C, because I didn’t like fucking shopping.

  “Can you see the deer feeder?” he asked suddenly, his voice a rough caress against my skin.

  “No,” I admitted sleepily. “It’s too dark.”

  At this point, I was practically curled into him, soaking in his body heat, and on the verge of a nap.

  “I think there’s something there, but I’m not a hundred percent sure,” he admitted.

  I didn’t bother opening my eyes.

  What would be the point?

  I had the eyesight of a possum—I mean, I could see. I just couldn’t see well. I needed glasses, but I hadn’t gotten them yet because I was too stubborn to admit defeat. Consequently, I squinted at everything and hoped that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be.

  “Look at this meme,” he said, juggling me with his shoulder.

  I opened my eyes to see his bright as hell phone in front of me, holding it out so I could see it.

  I blinked a few times, clearing my sleepy vision, and read it.

  I started to laugh almost immediately, which began to shake the deer stand. In turn, I started to laugh harder, which only made the deer stand
start to rock so hard that I feared it might tip over with my exuberance.

  “That’s. So. True,” I whispered—loudly—in between laughs. “I need to go to Target. I’m not sure what for, but I’ll find out when I get there.”

  “You scare that buck away from the deer feeder with your laughing, I’ll find a way to make sure I bring you on every hunt I ever go on from now on,” he growled.

  I laughed for a few more long seconds before I finally managed to get myself under control.

  “I don’t mind going deer hunting with you,” I admitted, my eyes closing once again and my knees pulling up off the bar to curl over Zee’s closest one.

  “That’s because you’re using me as a space heater and going back to bed,” he drawled.

  But his actions didn’t match his perturbed words as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in close.

  “You have roughly fifteen minutes until shooting time,” he said into my ear. “When you wake up, I’m going to shoot this buck. Then we’ll have to clean it and take it to the butcher.”

  “I thought you used to make your own sausage and stuff like that,” I said sleepily.

  I wasn’t intending to go to sleep. I enjoyed talking to him, even if it was in whispers that I could barely hear.

  “I do.” He paused. “When I’m home in Bear Bottom. That’s where all my stuff is that I’d use to do it. Since I’m here, I don’t have any and I don’t really want to buy any. Dad stopped processing his own deer about ten years ago. He found a butcher that he really likes, and intends to use him until he dies.”

  I snickered.

  “You mean he’s gotten lazy in his old age,” I guessed.

  “That, too.”

  Our silence waned for the next ten minutes or so.

  I dozed in and out of sleep, and he stayed quiet, I assumed, because it was getting lighter and he really wanted to get whatever deer he could see at the deer feeder that I couldn’t.

  Hell, at this point I was fairly sure it was only a figment of his imagination.

  “Wake up,” he jostled me.

  I blinked open my eyes, surprised to see that it was quite bright—well, brighter than it had been when I’d closed my eyes fifteen minutes before—and there was, in fact, a deer at the deer feeder eating the hell out of the corn that was pelting him in the back as it was released from the feeder.

  I sat up abruptly, causing the entire stand to shift with me.

  Zee’s arm tightened around me in warning, and I froze, staring at the deer who’d lifted his giant head to stare in our direction.

  We sat like that, for what felt like ten minutes, until he finally dropped his head back down.

  When he did, Zee reached for his rifle.

  My heart started to pound in anticipation, then the man had to go and hand the gun over to me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing it away.

  “Shoot it,” he mouthed.

  I shook my head.

  I didn’t want to shoot it.

  That buck was a goddamn eleven pointer, and the biggest deer I’d seen in real life and not on a game camera.

  If I missed, I’d cry.

  At least if Zee missed, I could say I hadn’t been the one to shoot at it.

  He held the gun up to me again, and I realized that he wouldn’t budge. He wanted me to shoot it.

  I bit my lip and took the rifle, dread filling me.

  I didn’t want to miss it.

  Because holy shit, that was a big goddamn deer.

  He waited for me to get the rifle up to my shoulder and my eye lined up with the scope before he silently clicked the safety off.

  I lined my eyes up with the sight, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

  Nothing happened except for a sharp click as the hammer fell, but no bullet came through.

  Zee cursed silently, then reached around me to rack a bullet into the chamber.

  Slowly.

  And not quietly.

  The deer looked up again and we both froze.

  That was when Zee’s phone hit the metal deer stand with a thud, causing the deer to tense.

  I closed my eyes and tried to fight the smile that was tilting up the corner of my lips but failed.

  We sat still, barely breathing, as we waited for the deer to figure out what he wanted to do. Run or stay and eat.

  He chose to stay and eat, only after he watched us and blew out angry breaths for a good five minutes.

  I bit my lip and lined my eye back up with the rifle. Then took the shot.

  ***

  “We can’t eat this deer,” I told Zee. “We’re going to have to stuff it.”

  He tossed me a grin and said, “You know it, baby.”

  I felt all warm and tingly inside as he stood over the deer and looked at it in awe.

  “Thirteen points,” he rumbled.

  I frowned. “I thought there was eleven.”

  He bent over, giving me a nice view of his ass.

  “There are two drop tines, here,” he said. “And here.”

  I tore my eyes away from his ass to see him grinning at me over his shoulder.

  “Leave me alone,” I muttered darkly.

  He shook his head and said, “I have to send my pop a picture of this. He’s been seeing this one on the game camera for weeks.”

  I pursed my lips. “Did I shoot his prized deer?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. But he won’t care.”

  Zee was right. He didn’t care.

  He was beyond excited.

  He was even more excited that I was the one to shoot it.

  “You and your crack shot self,” I heard Gordon say over the line. “Always were good.”

  He was right.

  My father had taught me how to shoot with Annmarie, and of the two of us, I’d always been the better one.

  Even now, after I hadn’t shot a gun in over a year, I was still good.

  Which was surprising seeing as I could barely see the target due to my eyesight.

  That reminded me if he was going to make me keep doing it, I was going to have to bite the bullet and actually go see the eye doctor.

  Gordon’s voice suddenly sharpened. “Son of a bitch.”

  I frowned. “What?”

  “What?” Zee repeated a millisecond later.

  “Uhhh,” Gordon said. “Nothing. Just hit my thumb with the hammer,” he said quickly. “Aren’t you glad that I convinced your mothers that you needed a lifetime hunting license?”

  I rolled my eyes at his change of topic.

  He hadn’t hit his thumb with the hammer, but he hadn’t wanted to tell us what was wrong.

  I just hoped it wasn’t my house that had just broken and he wasn’t telling me.

  “Baby, would you mind going back to the deer stand and getting my phone off the floor?” Zee asked. “I want to take a picture with my better phone.”

  That was true. The camera that was on my phone was weak sauce compared to his. So I didn’t think anything of going to get it.

  When I got back a few minutes later, it was to find Zee looking pissed.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned now.

  “Nothing,” he grumbled. “I need to walk back to the cabin and go get the side by side so we can load this bitch onto it.”

  I frowned. “You might need to get the tractor.”

  I was right. We needed the tractor.

  Chapter 17

  I hate how you’re just born out of nowhere, forced to go to school and get a job. What if I wanted to be a cat?

  -Jubilee’s secret thoughts

  Jubilee

  I was also right about going to the Thanksgiving Bazaar with my mother sucking.

  Because it did suck. Mightily.

  My mom was also horrified that I’d actually shot a deer.

  She was morally against hunting.

  My father wasn’t.

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nbsp; Which only made it funnier seeing as when the deer steaks came out to cook, my mother almost always found herself going out to eat and not coming home for hours.

  “I can’t believe that you did that!” My mother was still harping on the same tired subject. “And you smiled in that picture!”

  I looked at her like she was crazy. “Listen, I need a goddamn cookie before we talk about this anymore.”

  Zee looked up at my outburst, and I narrowed my eyes.

  “And why the hell is he over there on the phone?” I asked. “It’s like he’s hiding.”

  My mother looked over to where my man was standing, huddled in the dark recesses of a building’s shadow, and shook her head.

  “Let’s go get your cookie,” she suggested.

  I narrowed my eyes at my mother, who was being very easy to deal with all of a sudden.

  “What do you know that I don’t?” I asked, eyes narrowing in on her.

  “Hey,” Carrie said. “What’s that?”

  I didn’t fall for the trick.

  “Mom?”

  She bit her lip.

  “Mom,” I repeated, this time stomping my foot for emphasis.

  She looked over at me, lip caught between her teeth, and sighed.

  “Yourdadfoundsomeonelivinginyourattic.”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “Your dad found someone living in your attic!” she repeated, this time much slower.

  I blinked, then blinked some more. “What? How?” I paused. “I’ve never been able to get that attic door open!”

  The thought of someone living in my attic was preposterous.

  Totally and utterly preposterous.

  I narrowed my eyes on the man across the small alleyway where the Thanksgiving Bazaar was taking place and saw Zee pinch the back of his neck with two fingers and looked rather pissed off at what it was that he was hearing.

  “Is that why we’re here?” I asked carefully.

  “No. Maybe. A little bit.” My mother paused, looking helplessly at Carrie.

  She was a shit liar, and always had been.

  Then again, so was I.

  “Mommy,” I said.

  She looked away.

  “Mom.”

  Nothing.

  “Momma.”

  Her shoulder twitched.

  “Mommmmmmmmy.”

  My mother dropped her head.