Page 68 of Nita's Redemption

Tank’s lips twitched, and then he motioned to his pocket. “Go in there and grab the roll of bills out, mi sreco.”

Link realized his error or maybe Tank’s luck as their female leaned over the console, her hand sliding into his pocket, spending way too long searching for cash. In the mirror, Link saw Tank’s eyes close on a groan. “Yo, you gotta watch the road, or you’ll kill us before we get to eat pizza and play pool.”

Tank’s eyes popped open, their bright blue filled with lust as the stared at Nita. “Mmmm, you keep teasing me, baby girl, and I guarantee you, wrecking will be the last thing you need to worry about.”

Nita giggled as she slid her fingers out, holding a thick roll of bills between them. “Oh, I am gonna own that music box.”

Before they left the boundaries of the trailer park, she turned the radio on, twisting the knob until she found a station she liked. Link was pretty sure the female was fucking with them when the notes of a Taylor Swift song began blaring through the speakers, until she began singing along. He wasn’t sure how a hater was gonna hate, yet when Nita’s hands started doing what she called ‘Spirit Fingers’ they were all laughing their asses off. She promised to show them her dance moves, which in her words were epic. In her cutoff denim shorts, combat boots, and tank top, he was more than aware how epic anything she did would be.

They found a parking spot in the lot behind the pizza place. He was hyperaware of the amount of humans that were inside. Within moments of their arrival, several other rigs pulled in with pack members, including Jaklyn and her males. His trepidation eased, knowing they had backup should humans get stupid.

“Hey, Jaklyn. I got money for the jukebox. Wanna help me choose some songs?” Nita waved her money in the air like a prize.

“Fuck yeah. We gotta get our assshaking music on. Come on, boys. Hope you got your shitkickers on ’cause it’s gonna be one of those nights,” Jaklyn yelled.

Gray cracked his neck from side to side with a smile on his face. “This is going to be fun.”

“You said the same thing when we went into Hell that last time,” Colt reminded him.

“And, wasn’t that fun?”

Link looked up at the sky, looking for the moon and maybe a lightning bolt that was going to hit him.

“Uh, did they really go to Hell?”

He hid the fact he’d missed the arrival of Hurricane and his sister along with several other wolves. “Sadly, they did. Even sadder, I think they truly did have a whooping good time. Them males are not like the rest of us. They are demi-gods. While we were created by the Goddess, they were a Gods creation but made by their blood, formed inside females for the purpose of defeating another God. Their strengths are far beyond our piddly shifter abilities.”

Hurricane stared after them. “Good thing they’re on our side then.”

“Ain’t that the truth. You guys come for pizza too?” Link asked, wondering if they’d followed them or if it was coincidental. Not that he or his crew really believed in that shit.

The male grunted a non-answer. “We like pizza and beer, yeah. But we sensed unrest. I told Brock we would follow you and kill two birds with one stone. We’d eat and drink, plus watch for trouble.”

“Our female has lots of cash for music. Hope your ears don’t bleed.” Link slapped him on the shoulder then moved to follow his group inside. The sound of a country song blared from the speakers. He made his way to the counter where Tank and Abe were ordering, making sure they were aware the others had arrived.

“I felt Hurricane following us. I’ve been exercising my senses, if you will. You know how we can sense others to an extent? I have been pushing my limits each night, going farther each time. I was going to talk to you both about the results since I’ve been doing it now for five days.” Tank motioned to the back where the girls were teaching each other a dance.

Abe and Link followed, each carrying a pitcher with several glasses. Link sat the pitcher of Sangria down for the females with several mugs for them to use. He’d asked the waitress to bring another in about five minutes to replace the one he’d just gotten. Humans didn’t think females could drink a full pitcher so quickly, but he’d told her to stop by and replace it, giving her a healthy tip to make sure she did as asked.

“Oh yeah, you got the good juice.” Jaklyn high-fived him.

The female filled up all five glasses he’d set down. He wasn’t sure where Jewel and Honor were since they’d wandered off once they’d got there.

He grabbed his own mug of beer and took a sip. Nita held her cup while she made a selection on the machine filled with music. She and the other ladies let out a yelp as a song they obviously enjoyed began. With the mugs in hand, the five females started dancing. Hips swirling in time with the beat and their feet stomped. It was the way she shivered to the word itself that made him sweat. Fucking Ed Sheeran was a damn poet; that was for damn sure.

His feet were moving before he’d told himself to move, sliding behind the shimmy and shaking ass of his mate. He’d already memorized the five eight count steps so he could, with pride, execute the steps the females were making. Plus, the males behind Nita wouldn’t be getting a view of her perfect round ass each time she bent down low or shook left to right like the song demanded. Of course, that left her front open for oglers, but Tank was like a damn wall posted up like the male of worth he was, along with Abe who were both glaring at any who dared try to step too close.

“I think you got a few males who are a wee bit jelly, Nita,” Sohan said with a giggle.

“Hmm, I don’t mind them being close. If roles were reversed, I’d for sure be posted up like the classy redneck bitch that I am.” Nita swiveled her hips, bending down and slapped the floor with her thighs spread.

Link looked across the dance floor, seeing Tank’s gaze go directly to the center of Nita’s thighs. He didn’t mimic the sexy move their female did, not only because he wasn’t sure he would be able to shimmy back up without falling on his ass, but he really wanted to be ready in case Tank tackled the human males who’d come in during the last chorus and were busy making rude noises at their female pack members.

“Girl, I am totally telling my brother I’m redneckclassy. It’s a thing now. When they ask why we wear booty shorts and flannel shirts, I’ll tell them it’s redneck couture.” Sohan bumped hips with Nita as the song ended.

The next song came on. He recognized the tune but not the dance. Fuck, he was going to need to watch some damn YouTube videos, or maybe their mate was going to need to teach them before they went out again. His wolf gave a low rumble. Link pushed the male back in his mind as the beast tried to scold him for trying to do girlie things. What the beast didn’t recognize was how close they could be when they danced a slow song with Nita, which he was calling dibs on.

He stepped next to Tank, the wall at his back should’ve given him a measure of ease, but his wolf was riled for some reason. “Are you feeling out of sorts?” he asked Tank.

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