“Stop it right now, Lawrence. I mean it.” He was holding on by a thread. A very thin thread.
She rubbed her cheek against the top of his head. “Yager,” she whispered softly.
“Will.” Tricky little brat! She knew that would get him. And she was right. “Fuck me, Will. Now.”
Christ, how was he supposed to fight that? So he didn’t. Instead, he gripped the back of her neck and kissed her. Deep, long, and hard. Like he’d been wanting to do for days. She relaxed into him, showing no resistance to him whatsoever.
He could do this. He would do this. And he’d be careful…and gentle…and…
“Open the door, Will,” Morgan ordered from the other side, completely uncaring as to what she may be interrupting.
Groaning, the pair separated. “No. No. No. No. This isn’t happening,” he practically whined. He looked at Neecy’s face and saw exactly what he was feeling.
“Wilhelm Yager the Fourth, you open this door right now!”
Neecy grinned. “The fourth?”
“Quiet.”
He stood up, Neecy still in his arms. Gently, he placed her back on her feet. He kissed her forehead, turned, and snatched the door open with one angry move.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Morgan walked into the room as Neecy finger-‐ combed her hair off her face.
Shaking her head. “I swear. You two.” Morgan motioned toward Neecy as she moved to the bathroom. “Come on, you. Let’s see if we can get that sling off you.”
Neecy locked eyes with Yager and he knew she felt it too. That heat of longing building up around them. Much more of this and they’d start killing people.
“Let’s go, Crow!”
And it looked like Neecy may start with Morgan.
Mike stared at his friend staring at his computer screen. He wasn’t typing or anything. Just staring.
Connie, or as he liked to call her “The Lesbian,” because that was definitely one of his favorite words, walked by again with more equipment in her hand. For the last twenty minutes he watched her bring in her entire DJ equipment. He could have helped her unload her stuff, but he wouldn’t have been able to watch her tight ass walk by over and over again.
He really liked lesbians.
More Crows walked into the room to grab beer out of the frig and chips out of the pantry. They all wore their white tank tops and jeans, except Didi who wore black. He’d never seen so many wings in one place. He loved it.
Mike had to admit, he was really enjoying himself. The Crows were different but fun. They weren’t uptight and they didn’t seem to have much of an ulterior motive. They all loved to laugh and were pretty brazen in their “fight or fight” response—there never seemed to be any kind of “flight” with them. Unless they were actually flying.
The only one he didn’t get was the little Asian one. Annie? Ashley? Whatever her name was. She glared at him like he’d fucked her mother. Little rich Long Island bitch. Probably thought she was better than him. That’s why he liked Neecy and even hard ass Janelle. Fellow hoodrats, they understood him. The Princess, as he now called her annoying ass, would never understand him. She’d never deign to involve herself with someone like him. And knowing that made him want to fuck her so bad his teeth ached. Christ. What was wrong with him?
Why did he insist on going after the mean ones? Even Neecy was only occasionally mean. Other times, he’d discovered, she was a very cool woman with a will of iron. He admired that.
And, to his surprise, Neecy knew how to enjoy herself. That little one wouldn’t know how to enjoy herself if she were dressed in a clown suit.
“Are you just going to sit there feeling sorry for yourself?”
Not even looking up from his laptop, Yager snapped, “Mike, I haven’t gotten laid in nine days…do you really want to fuck with me right now?”
Hell, Yager had gone for longer periods without sex. Really, the sentence should be “I haven’t fucked Neecy Lawrence in nine days…” That would be much more accurate.
“Not trying to get you all pissed or anything. Just trying to get you to relax. The place is crawling with women. You should partake.”
“You should shut up.”
The kitchen door swung open and Neecy walked into the room. She barely glanced at Mike, instead walking over to where Yager sat and leaned against the table.
“See anything different?”
Yager glanced up at her, then went back to his computer. “No.”
Sighing, she held up both her hands and waved them around. “See anything different now?”
Yager stared at her for a moment, raised his hands, and did the same goofy move back to her. “No, I don’t see anything different.”
Muttering words she really should be sent to confession for, Neecy walked to the frig, and took out a beer.
She leaned against the counter next to Mike. “You see something different, don’t you?”
“Yeah. But what did you expect from him? The man forgets to comb his own hair.”
Chuckling, “Good point.”
“Hello. I’m right here.”
Morgan leaned into the kitchen. “Okay. I’m out of here.” She looked at Neecy.
“You call me if you have any problems.”
“I will.”
“Good.” She turned her light blue eyes to Yager. “Walk with me.”
Rolling his eyes, he slammed his laptop down on the kitchen table. “Anyone have any more orders for me?”
Then he followed Morgan out of the kitchen.
“See what you do to the man?”
She had it down, he’d give her that. Neecy had that “leader move.” The one where they didn’t waste time looking surprised by something he said. Instead, Neecy slowly turned to look at him.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
Mike may be reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew enough hoodrat girls to know when they were settin’ him up for a beat down. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
was just another way of saying, “Exactly how many ways do you want me to kick your ass?”
Grinning, Mike shook his head. “Nothin’.”
“Oh, that’s what she was talking about.”
Morgan shook her head. Like all Ravens, Will was brilliant, but he could still be a major bonehead at times.
“Yeah. I took the bandages off. Everything looks fine, but until she unfurls her wings, I’ll never know for sure.”
“Why can’t she?”
“I don’t know really. Could be she’s simply scared.” Actually, Morgan knew the girl was afraid. Afraid she’d never be able to fly again. That she was vulnerable.
And that was a woman who didn’t like being vulnerable.
Holding up her big coat so she could put it on, Will asked, “What should I do?”
“Wait it out, or…” She stopped as Will helped her on with her coat.
“Or?”
She grinned. “Get her all worked up.”
Frowning, “Get her all. .” Yager blinked. “Oh.” He shook his head and gently shoved her toward the door. “You need to leave now.”
“Get her all worked up and maybe her wings will unfurl.”
“Stop it.”
“Oh, come on. We’ve known each other long enough to…”
“We’ll never know each other long enough for this conversation, Morgan. And we both know it.”
She laughed as Will pushed her out the door and closed it behind her.
Yager cut through his living room. Neecy was right. The Crows had taken over his house. But that’s what Crows did. They made themselves at home and expected a body to deal with it. The fact that it bothered Neecy warmed his heart. Without even realizing it, she was getting protective of him.