Christ, what the hell am I doing here?
“Thirsty?”
Her head snapped up to find Yager standing in front of her. She never even heard him come back in the room. For a very large man, he was awfully stealthy.
“A little.”
“Bottled water okay?”
“Perfect.” She should tell him she wanted to go. She should tell him this was a mistake.
Before she had a chance, Yager slipped one big arm around her waist and easily lifted her off his defiled butcher block. He held her next to his body. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did. “Arms on neck, Lawrence.” She did that, too.
He walked them over to his stainless steel fridge and pulled open the door. “Can you get the water?” She could and she did, grabbing the neck of two water bottles in between the fingers of one hand. Once she had that secure, Yager closed the fridge door and headed out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?”
“The bedroom. We can’t stay in the kitchen for the next twenty-‐four hours now can we?”
“Twenty-‐three hours.”
“What?”
“The next twenty-‐three hours and ten minutes to be exact.”
“You Crows are such sticklers for the details.”
“We sure are, but you should know that by now.”
Yager walked down the very long hallway of his very big apartment until he reached the master bedroom. Like the rest of the place, it was enormous. Had to be, though…so it could fit that bed.
Slowly, he put her down on the bed and grasped one of the waters she held out to him. In silence, they opened the bottles and drank. While doing so, Neecy, feeling a little bit insecure suddenly, examined Yager’s room. Very little steel here except for the bed frame. Instead, he had lots of manly wood furniture.
Mahogany being the wood of choice. He also had a couple of plush leather chairs scattered around the room, both filled with a pile of clothes Yager must have tossed off before heading to the shower. He also had a laptop on the dresser and what looked like a PC game paused on screen. He had only a couple of pictures of his Raven buddies and his old mentor. No other family shots or girlfriend pictures she could see. And five framed posters on his walls…three from the first Star Wars movies, one from War Games, and one from the original Heavy Metal movie.
She didn’t know what she expected to find in Yager’s apartment, but for some reason these posters weren’t it. They seemed kind of…well, geeky. She never thought of Yager as geeky. Of course, a few hours ago, she did think of him as dumb. Quickly, however, she was realizing Yager wasn’t stupid at all.
“You gonna look at me, baby?”
Neecy sighed. “You really have to stop calling me that.” She brought the bottle back to her lips and took a healthy drink, turning to face him. Bad move, since she almost choked on her water.
Yager stood in front of her. Completely naked and completely gorgeous. No towel or anything else for that matter between them. And, to her surprise, he’d gotten hard again. Seriously, take-‐down-‐a-‐door-‐with-‐that-‐thing hard. Her last couple of boyfriends were lucky to bang it out twice in a night and that was usually only after some liquor and porn were involved. She’d heard Odin endowed his Ravens with his sexual resilience, but she thought that was a myth.
Lowering the bottle of water, she slowly licked her lips.
“Uh…Lawrence? My eyes are up here.”
“So?”
Yager laughed. “God, I love your honesty.”
Well, why bother lying? When a man sports a cock that big and it was all yours for the next twenty-‐three hours, why waste time with bullshit?
Stretching out her hand, Neecy grasped Yager’s cock tight. He took in a startled breath as she gently pulled him toward her.
“When you took off the condom, did you wipe yourself off?”
She heard him swallow before he answered. “Yeah.”
“Good. I hate the taste of spermacide.” Then she wrapped her lips around him and sucked.
As soon as her mouth glided over his cock, Yager realized how far gone he really was. He could spend the rest of his life with his cock trapped in this woman’s mouth and be so okay with that. And she took her time. He didn’t sense for a second, she was trying to get him off just so that she could get it over with.
Instead, it seemed like she enjoyed running her tongue over every vein, every ridge. Exploring him. Tasting him. Testing him. Testing how much he could take.
Not much. As soon as the tip of her tongue began playing around his slit, he almost completely lost it. He pushed her off before he shot a load down her throat.
“What?” Wow, she sounded annoyed he stopped her. Could he actually have found Male Nirvana? A woman who liked giving blowjobs?
Taking deep breaths and thinking about ice hockey, “Not yet, baby.” He’d promised himself to make this round last.
Yager pushed her back on the bed as he stretched out beside her. “Trust me when I say we’ll get back to that, but right now I wanna…” Using one arm to prop his head up, he slid the fingers of his free hand across her stomach and around her breasts. “…savor.”
Frowning in confusion, “Savor what?”
“You, Neecy.”
“Why?”
“I find it amazing you even have to ask that.”
“We’re on a schedule here, Yager.” She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other several times to emphasize her point. “So don’t start fucking it up with ‘savoring’ and meaningful looks. We don’t have time for that.”
Yager laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. After about two minutes, he heard Neecy growl. He grabbed hold of her arm before she could take two steps away from the bed. He yanked her back down and stretched out on top of her, holding her still with his weight.
“Don’t even think about leaving, Lawrence.”
“Well you seemed to be having so much fun without me,” she snapped.
“I just really irritate the living shit out of you sometimes, don’t I?”
“As a matter of fact, yes you do.”
“Now that doesn’t seem right, does it?” He nuzzled her under the chin. “I really should make up for that.” He licked the skin between her breasts and brushed the sides with the tip of his nose.
Her breathing changed, becoming deeper. Her body trembled slightly as he used the tip of his tongue to lightly tease her nipples. Long fingers dug into his hair as even longer legs wrapped tight around him.
Pulling himself up a bit, he spoke softly against her ear. “But don’t forget Neecy Lawrence…” Slowly thrusting his hips so his hard cock rubbed against her, he heard her moan. “You’re mine until tomorrow. That means I can savor, pamper, spoil, or play with this body until our time is up.” He thrust again and Neecy moaned. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, baby?” He thrust against her, harder this time, making sure to hit her clit in the process. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed as she gripped him tighter, burying her face in his neck. “God, yes.”
Yager smiled, feeling like one of the triumphant warriors he was a descendent of. “Good, baby. Now lean back, get comfortable, and enjoy the ride.”
Chapter Six