Shelly Laurenston - Shelly Laurenston

“Stay with me, Neecy.”

“What? When?”

He smiled. Neecy Lawrence was a stone cold killer and yet could be such a bubblehead at times. “Now, woman.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

She glared at him. “Because I can’t. I got shit to do.”

“Oh, really? Besides me, what else have you got to do?”

Neecy turned her head, but not fast enough to hide her smile. “I hate you, Yager.”

“Liar.”

He let his hands slip down to her neck, then down her body to her hips. He leaned down and kissed her throat, bit the same spot. She moaned and his cock hardened even more at the sound.

“Stay, Neecy. Stay with me.”

“Not on your life, Yager.”

Rubbing his nose against her neck, “Why?”

“You know why. Because it will be messy and complicated and I don’t do messy and complicated. I’ve got priorities and they don’t involve you.”

A more brutally honest female he’d never met. Still, she made that little speech while grinding her hips against his.

Yeah. Neecy Lawrence was a difficult woman, but the woman he wanted. He’d have to play this very differently from anything he’d done in the past.

Because he knew what he wanted. Maybe what he’d always wanted.

Straightening up, he growled out, “Twenty-‐four hours.”

Frowning, she asked, “Twenty-‐four hours…what?”

“I want you for twenty-‐four hours.” He pulled her hips tight against his; otherwise her constant grinding would have him coming all over her. “I want your adorable body under me, over me, whatever way I can think of, for the next twenty-‐four hours. Just you and me. Anything I want.”

Maybe, just maybe if he could come a few thousand times in the next few hours, he could actually focus on something other than those scrumptious tits and that luscious mouth. He’d actually be able to figure out how to keep this woman. Still, he absolutely had to get this out of the way first or both his heads would explode.

She tried to step away from him, but he held her tight. He didn’t want her to bolt again…besides, he wasn’t sure he closed the window in his bedroom.

“Anything you want, huh? That must be nice,” she sneered. “And what do I get?”

“Anything you want. Anything. ”

She looked away, an expression of intense thought on her face. It suddenly hit him that he’d actually gotten her to consider it. He worked hard not to let his surprise show. He didn’t want anything spooking her at this point. So, he waited…and prayed.

Finally, she looked up at him, her eyes clear…and determined.

“Twenty-‐four hours, just to get it out of our systems. Nothing else. Then I go.”

Holy shit! Okay. Breathe, Yager. Breathe!

Yager offered his hand to shake. “Deal.”

She stared at his hand and Yager feared she may have changed her mind, but instead she grabbed hold and gave a firm, determined handshake.

“Deal.” He released her hand and she continued. “So after this we never discuss this again. I want you never to look at me the way you’re looking at me right now again. This ends here. Now.”

That wasn’t the agreement they just shook on. But why bog down the moment with little details?

He shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t push for a verbal yes. He never gave his word unless he meant it. And as far as he was concerned, this wasn’t the end of anything. It was just the beginning.

Christ, what did she just get herself into? What bargain with the devil did she just make?

All this time Neecy thought Yager was sweet but kind of dumb as only big Vikings can be. But the grey eyes staring at her this very moment looked far from dumb.

More like shrewd and calculating.

Well, it didn’t matter. She was going to do this because she really wanted to do this. Neecy didn’t let herself “go.” She left that to rich debutantes with trust funds. Where Neecy came from, you let yourself go…bad things happened. But for once, Neecy was going to do something she really wanted to do. And, at the moment, she really wanted to do Yager.

So she wouldn’t worry about anything long term or the ripple effects it may have on the Gathering. She didn’t need to worry about any of that. Because after twenty-‐four hours, it would be over. She would have gotten Will Yager out of her system for good.

She smiled at the thought and Yager groaned.

“That smile of yours gets me every time, Neecy.”

Startled, Neecy looked up at him. He watched her with that delicious intensity, which immediately made her all hot and jittery. Oh, man, she was in trouble.

His phone rang, yanking her out of her near-‐panic, but nothing seemed to be able to make him stop staring at her face.

“Don’t move.” He reached over and grabbed the phone from its cradle. “Yeah?”

The fingers of his free hand caressed her throat and jaw as he stared at her.

“No. Don’t send him up. Tell Mr. Molinski I’m not feeling well today. Tell him to come by tomorrow around this time. Okay…thanks.”

He replaced the phone and turned all his attention back to Neecy.

Neecy shrugged as she glanced around his big kitchen. “So now what?” Good.

That sounded confident and almost bored. She would need to stay in charge of this so it didn’t get out of hand. And she would, too. This was “nice guy” Yager, he was no match for her.

“I need you naked. Now.”

Uh-‐oh.

“Here?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he started pushing her jacket off her shoulders, the backpack going with it.

“Look, Yager, maybe we should…”

He kissed her and she realized she’d completely forgotten what she was going to say. How could she think anyway? With his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her breasts.

Yager pushed up her T-‐shirt and unhooked her bra in record time. And as soon as those big hands of his grabbed hold of her tits, she was lost. Possibly for good.

There was a desperation to Yager’s actions that for some unknown reason didn’t turn her off. Maybe it was because she’d seen the man in battle. Yager didn’t get desperate. So if he was feeling desperate, it was because of her.

Whatever he was feeling now, was forcing its way into her. She wanted him inside her. She had to have him inside her. Now. This second.

Yager knew he should slow down, but he couldn’t. Not when he finally had her.

Her skin felt so amazing under his hands. And he had no idea if she knew it or not, but she’d begun moaning softly as he stroked her breasts, the nipples turning hard under his fingers.

Determined to get her naked as quickly as possible, Yager dropped to his knees in front of her. He unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down with her panties.

Leaning in, he rested his head against her stomach while he maneuvered off her boots and jeans. He could already smell her arousal and the scent almost made him slam her to the floor. He wanted inside her so bad, he didn’t know what to do.

Glancing around his kitchen, he realized she stood in front of his butcher block.

He easily lifted her up and laid her out on the cold marble.

“Yager! Yager…wait!”

He closed his eyes. Goddammit, she was bailing on him.

“Get this fucking T-‐shirt off me. It’s strangling me to death.”

Yager’s eyes popped open and he saw that her T-‐shirt had somehow twisted tightly around her neck. Leaning over, he pulled it up and off. That’s when he felt her mouth against his neck.

She leaned up, her teeth grazing his throat as she kissed him. Her hands desperately clutching his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly in place. And that’s when he knew. All these months, he hadn’t been wrong. The vision that rocked his world hadn’t been wrong either.