Yager moved out of the crowd and walked over to Tye. He thought he came over to talk, but then he realized he was in front of the liquor cabinet and Yager wanted in. He pushed Tye out of the way, grabbed a forty-‐year-‐old bottle of scotch, poured himself some in a glass, and shot it back like he was at a drinking contest in Mexico.
“Everything okay, Bro?”
Yager winced as the scotch went down his throat and shook his head. “Not really. Just trying to stay in some control here.”
He poured himself a little more and put the scotch back in the cabinet.
“Just make sure none of the guys do anything stupid.” Ah, Yager’s code for “Keep Mike the fuck away from me.”
“The mood I’m in I will make them cry.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my eye on him.” When Janelle wasn’t in his line of sight, of course. “Although he seems much more interested in getting laid tonight.”
Yager shook his head, finally forced to smile. “He might as well forget it. Every Crow seems to have his number. They’re all calling him Liar-‐Mike. Like it’s his name.”
Tye laughed. “Good. About time the little fucker learned he can’t get over on everything with a pussy.”
Yager watched Neecy grab hold of little Arri and pull her onto the dance floor as the music shifted to some old disco hit. His gaze was so heated, Tye was shocked Neecy hadn’t burst into flame.
“You know, Yager, if you want to get away for a bit, I can watch things here. Just take her upstairs.”
“Forget it.” He took another drink of the scotch. “They won’t let me.”
“Who won’t let you?”
“The Crows. They’re keeping us apart.”
“What?” Tye glanced around the room. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Every time I try and get near her, they find a way to get between us. It’s been going on for two hours. And I’m starting to get goddamn desperate. At some point I’m going to start doing that thing again…ya know…when I get frustrated.”
“You mean when you start speaking in two-‐word sentences. Mostly curses?”
“Yeah. That.”
“Why would they get between you two?” The Crows loved Yager. They especially loved him for Neecy.
Yager gave a short, painful laugh. “I think they think it’s funny.”
He was probably right. The Crows loved torturing each other and anyone else they considered “family.” Apparently that included Yager. Unfortunately, Yager was too horny to realize the implication.
“You need a distraction.”
“Like what?”
Tye put one hand on Yager’s shoulder while using the other to dig his cell phone out of jeans. “Trust me, Bro. I’ve got it covered.”
Neecy didn’t even know the Valkyries had shown up until Cassie pushed her from behind.
“Oh, sorry, Lawrence. I didn’t see you there.”
Cranky, horny, a little tipsy, and still wingless, Neecy was the last person Cassie
“My Knees Have Permanent Rug Burn” Bennet should be fucking with.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I heard there was a party. And I do love a party.”
Janelle stepped up beside Neecy. “Yeah, but we don’t have the pole yet. How will you entertain without it?”
Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, look, girls. The mountain speaks.”
She felt Janelle tense and knew she’d been hurt. No one hurt her girls. No one.
Neecy slammed both her hands, palms flat, against Cassie’s upper chest. The bitch went flying into the group of Valkyries she’d brought with her.
They righted her quickly and Cassie immediately got in Neecy’s face.
“Come on, bitch! Ya wanna fight me?”
Neecy would say this much about Cassie Blue…for a girly-‐girl, she didn’t back down from a fight. Although, she really should when it came to the Crows.
Immediately, Neecy stepped up to Cassie. Her girls behind her.
“Wait.”
Yager stepped between them. She rolled her eyes. He had to know better than to get between her and her prey… especially a Valkyrie prey.
He grabbed her upper arm. “I’m really sorry to interrupt. But we’ve gotta fuck.
So I’m taking her. Fight somebody else.”
With that, he started to walk away, dragging Neecy behind him. Cassie stared after them, astonishment and jealousy written all over her pretty face.
Okay. Even Neecy had to admit that was too cool. But still…middle of a Crow-‐ Valkyrie brawl. Yager should not be interrupting.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Horny. Must fuck. Now.” Yager turned and wrapped his big hands around her waist. Next thing she knew, she was staring at his ass as she hung over his shoulder.
He has got to be kidding.
“Wilhelm Yager, you put me down!”
He stopped. “Fuck here?”
“What? No! Of course not.”
He started walking again, heading toward the stairs. “Then shut up.”
Neecy forced her head up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, expecting to see everyone staring at her. And they probably would have been, if Janelle hadn’t sucker punched Cassie, dropping the girl like yesterday’s garbage.
“And so the mountain speaks!” Janelle sneered seconds before another Valkyrie leaped at her.
Neecy knew she would be missing the fight of the century. The Ravens standing around, not helping, but clearly praying someone would start ripping off clothes.
Yet she already felt her body responding to Yager’s lust. Her nipples so hard they hurt. Her clit twitching, demanding the attention of his tongue or finger.
He didn’t speak as he carried her upstairs and to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and stepped inside, slamming and locking the door behind them.
Yager put her down, but he didn’t look at her once she had her feet firmly planted on his thick bedroom carpet.
“How’s your back, baby?” he gritted out as he picked up a straight-‐back chair.
“Fine.”
“Does it hurt? Are you in any pain?” He fit the chair against the doorknob, ensuring only a serious kick would open it.
Still cranky, horny, a little tipsy, and now frustrated she hadn’t gotten to kick a stripper’s ass, Neecy sighed in annoyance.
“No, Yager. I’m not in any pain. At all. Okay?”
“Perfect.”
One second she was standing in the middle of the man’s bedroom, hands on her hips, irritated beyond all hell. The next he’d shoved her up against the wall beside the bedroom door. His mouth slamming down on hers as his hands gripped her tits and squeezed hard, his fingertips twisting her nipples through Yager’s tank top that she wore.
She groaned into his mouth, completely forgetting anything and everything that might be going on outside this room at this moment.
Finally, Yager pulled back, but only to drop to his knees in front of her, yanking at her sweatpants.
“Tell me you’re already wet for me, Baby. Tell me I don’t have to wait.”
“Not a goddamn second, Yager.” She waited until he’d finished pulling off her sweatpants, then she reached down and tugged at his T-‐shirt, ripping it up over his head.
“Condom?”
“Back pocket.”
He stood and she reached around him to dig into his jeans. Big, gentle hands caressed her face as she found and removed the foil packet.
“Jeans. Off.”