By the time she tore open the foil and had the condom in her hand, Yager stood beautifully naked before her. His cock hard and desperate, pointing to the ceiling.
Neecy rolled the condom on Yager’s cock, her mouth watering at the thought of licking the long, hard shaft. But that would have to wait. She wanted him inside her pussy too much.
Stepping back, Neecy pulled off Yager’s MIT tank top, throwing it over his shoulder so that it landed on the bed.
Yager’s hands slid under her arms, lifting her off the floor effortlessly while she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He pushed her back into the wall with his body, the head of his cock teasing her clit.
“Don’t even think about making me wait, motherfucker.”
Yager groaned at her rough order, slamming his cock into her so hard if he hadn’t been holding on to her, he might have shoved her head into the ceiling ten feet above them.
Growling, Yager’s hips pumped into her, his cock forcing its way inside her again and again. And the entire time, they never looked away from each other. They never stopped staring into each other’s eyes, even as Neecy felt that orgasm ripping up her spine, tearing through her limbs. He wouldn’t release her. He wouldn’t let her go.
She came. Hard. Brutally. Gasping and moaning, still staring into his beautiful eyes. Needing to see him go over. Needing to feel his body come apart in her arms.
He did. His smooth pumping turning jerky, harsher. His entire body shaking as he came and came, his cock twitching inside her.
Yager released a shaky breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” She smiled even as she gasped for air. “My thinking exactly.”
Chapter Nineteen
Neecy woke up and found herself sprawled over Yager like a well-‐fed puma. The man had an enormous bed and yet she couldn’t seem to stay on one side of it.
What was wrong with her?
Who was she kidding? She knew what was wrong. She was comfortable. Way too comfortable. She’d only been here a few days but Yager treated her like she belonged there.
She stared up at his sleeping face, his arm tight around her. At some point, she’d put his tank top back on. He told her he liked seeing her wearing his clothes.
And she liked smelling him on her. She liked it a lot.
Somehow sensing her rapt attention, Yager’s eyes snapped open and he stared down into her face.
“What is it?”
It was only four in the morning, but she figured she might as well get the difficult part over with before he confronted her over breakfast and in front of a roomful of hung-‐over Crows and Ravens.
“Now that I’m better…I should leave.”
“Yeah. Back to work, huh?”
Well, he took that better than she thought he would. “Yup. No rest for the followers of gods.”
He stretched and his warm body felt so amazing rubbing against hers. “After everybody wakes up tomorrow, we’ll head back into the city.”
“Good.”
Wow. That was really easy. Which, she had to admit, kind of hurt her feelings.
Could he really let her go that easy? After they’d peeled themselves away from the wall, they’d started up again moments later on his bed. This time slower, but still an amazing fuck. She saw it on his face. The way he looked at her when he was inside of her, the way he choked out her name when he came. He did care about her. She knew he did.
No, no. She was thinking about this the wrong way. He would let her go easy, and…and that was good. That was what she wanted.
“We can move your stuff into my apartment right away.”
Dammit! She should have known better.
“Yager, I can’t move in with you.”
His expression didn’t change. “Why?”
“Cause…we just…can’t.”
He stared at her and she waited for some explosion of anger. Some kind of argument. Instead, his hands began caressing her body. She frowned in confusion as he gently rolled her onto her back.
His hands kept moving across her flesh, making it tingle and demand satisfaction. He kissed her neck, her chin, her cheek. But it wasn’t until he kissed her mouth—long, slow, and deep—that she knew what he was up to.
She tried to say no. Tried to push him off. But she was weak and he felt so good.
But this was wrong. They shouldn’t be doing this. They should never be doing this.
She let him continue, though. Let him kiss her and touch her. At some point, and without her even realizing he’d done it, he slipped on a condom. Then he was inside her and she almost cried. Cried from relief because her body ached to have him inside her all the time now. And cried from anger. Anger at herself for letting this go on.
Neecy pulled away from his kiss, even as her body thrilled to the slow, steady pace of his thrusts. “Yager…”
“You know how I feel about you, Neecy,” he cut her off, panting hard.
“No. Don’t.” She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted to demand he keep going.
“You mean everything to me.”
“No.”
“I love you, Neecy. I’ll always love you.”
“No!” Now she was crying as she wrapped her arms around him. “God, Yager.
Please just…”
“If you tell me you don’t love me, I’ll stop. I’ll stop making love to you and fuck you twenty ways to Sunday. But ya gotta tell me you don’t love me.”
But she couldn’t. Neecy didn’t lie. She may bullshit and fool around, but she didn’t lie.
It was definite now. The not lying thing…by far her most annoying trait.
If she were a good liar, she could get laid and then head home tomorrow…and spend the rest of her life suffering for something she paid for twenty years ago.
But she wasn’t a liar. She never had been.
She’d paid for her past. Yeah. She was a drug dealer once. A good one. But she’d paid for all that as soon as her boyfriend pulled the trigger.
Now? Now she deserved to be happy. Or to at least try.
“I can’t,” she sobbed into his neck. “I can’t tell you that.”
Yager’s arms tightened around her body, as he continued to slowly thrust into her. He turned his head, forcing her to look at him. He smiled into her tear-‐ soaked face and kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth.
“I love you, Neecy. You might as well get used to it. Cause I’m not going anywhere, baby. Not without you right by my side.”
Neecy thought a fresh wave of tears might suddenly explode out of her, but the orgasm got to her first. She gripped Yager tight and let him take her exactly where he wanted her to go.
Yager held her so tight, he was afraid he’d break her. Especially when he came and he temporarily lost the ability to speak or think straight.
He knew he might scare her off, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He had to do something. The look in those eyes said it all. Come morning, she would leave him…again. He couldn’t face that. He couldn’t face waking up another morning without Neecy next to him. Not when he’d had her right by his side for days.
And telling her just wasn’t enough for Neecy. He had to show her. To be honest, though, he never thought she’d let him. He was terrified she’d pull away or tell him to stop. If she’d told him to stop, he would have, even though it probably would have killed him.
He kissed away her tears as he gently pulled out of her. He tossed the condom in the trashcan by the bed and turned back to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest.
Her warm breath tickled the skin of his neck as he used his hands to soothe her shaking.
“I’m never letting you go, Neecy Lawrence. No matter what. Understand?”