Page 79 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

“I asked you when, and you said ASAP, so don’t be too fucking surprised.

” He laughed, reaching down into the pocket of his dark jeans to retrieve a velvet box.

When he opened it, the pear-shaped diamond almost blinded me, but I couldn’t stop staring at it or him regardless.

“When I first met you, it’s crazy to even say that you wasn’t even really anybody to me.

You was the homie’s little sister and nothing else.

You went from being someone I rarely, if ever, thought about to a woman I can’t stop thinking about, no matter what the fuck I’m doing.

I’ve never met anybody like you, let alone a woman like you.

And to know that you even looked my way and actually fell in love with a nigga is mind-boggling.

When I ask if you’d do me the honor of becoming my wife, Peep, I really mean that shit, baby.

It would be an honor to continue experiencing you for the rest of my life.

Yo’ light is so damn bright that I don’t think I could ever really possess you, so experiencing you is the next best thing.

Life don’t really life without you, baby, so would you please, please spend the rest of mine with me? ”

“Of course, Willow.” I stopped caring about the way my tears would ruin my makeup halfway through his speech, so I knew I looked crazy.

As soon as the words left my lips, the staff serving us cheered on as Low slipped the ring onto my finger.

I admired it momentarily before he helped me stand, embracing me as our lips fused together. I wanted to go back to the room right then but knew after sex, I would regret my empty stomach.

I was engaged and to the man I used to only be with in my dreams. It was crazy because the real Willow Harris was far better and more intricate than the one I’d drawn up in my fantasies.

I remembered my brother would always say Stazi was under hyped and had far surpassed everything he thought she was.

That was Low. My fantasies hadn’t even scratched the surface.

We kissed for what felt like not enough time before our dishes were delivered.

Every bite was amazing, especially the gelato and cannolis we indulged in for dessert. The chef had scribbled Congratulations around the plate in strawberry sauce.

Afterward, they sweetly took pictures of us to commemorate the moment, and by then, the apples of my cheeks were hurting from smiling, simpering, and laughing all night.

As full as I was of love, I wasn’t sure how I’d keep from combusting the next few days.

I was stuffed by the time Low had scooped me up to carry me for the walk back to the room. I’d removed my shoes before he picked me up since they were hurting even while sitting down.

As soon as we got to the suite, no words were exchanged as I dropped my shoes while he placed me to my feet.

We undressed, tonguing one another down on our way to the bedroom. We were naked as the day we were born by the time we made it to the bedroom, which was dark except for the light coming in from off the water and through the windows.

As I lay back, Low’s mouth trailed from my lips to my neck and down to savor my nipples. I was leaking between my thighs as he sucked his way down my stomach.

“You so beautiful, Banks,” he muttered against my skin, and though I didn’t approve of him using my government name usually, this time, I loved it.

His big hands groped at my thighs as he measuredly placed them on his shoulders while sucking the area just above my pussy.

Wasting no more time, Low sucked on my lower lips lovingly before slurping my clit into his mouth. Gently pressing my thighs upward and compressing them into my body, he licked from my asshole up to my clit, moaning at the way my nectar coated him and the bedding beneath us.

“Oh my gosh.” I cooed as he honed in on my clit, licking and letting his tongue dance around it. He tended to the area under the hood as well, driving me crazy before he inserted two fingers inside of me. “Low,” I whimpered, loving the combo as I stayed frozen while he drove me toward my orgasm.

I was speechless, body rigid as Low made a mess of me, sucking and fingering my pussy with the precision of a master. My thighs quaked as I came in his mouth. He had latched onto my pussy as if he didn’t want to miss a drop.

He slowed up some as I cried out in amazement, before pinning my thighs back in place, using his forearms and going in. His moans and slurps drove me just as crazy as the feeling of his tongue and fingers did as I grabbed at the sheets.

I tried to speak but couldn’t as my body stiffened while he lapped and sucked on my drenched pussy.

“Cum for me again, baby. You taste good as fuck.” He mumbled against my pussy, not easing up at all and making love to it with his mouth.

His thumb put pressure along my asshole while his fingers plunged and curved inside of me, his tongue lashing at my mound as a puddle formed beneath my ass. And every time it dripped down to my ass, he licked that up too.

Stuttered moans escaped me as my body stayed paralyzed before my body quivered, whimpers heightening as he congratulated the way I spouted juices onto his mouth and beard.

He French kissed between my thighs as tiredness overcame me, then rose up. Keeping my legs pinned back, I felt him prodding my opening as he stared down with his teeth holding his suckable bottom lip captive.

“Mmm.” I sniveled, gripping the sheets as he barged inside of me.

It didn’t matter how many times I fucked Low, I always had to adjust to his size.

Using his hands to keep my thighs bolted to my body, he started to work his way inside of me until I hit the base of him, calling out.

“You feel so fucking good, Peep.” His voice was deep, low, and sensual as he stared me in the eyes, euphoria seeping from his.

I couldn’t speak as he hit my spot, slow stroking me perfectly while thumbing my clit in circles. I didn’t know what it was about this position, but anytime my legs were pulled back, the sensation of sex was heightened.

“Low, . . . wait,” I cried out as he started to beat it up, still thumbing my clit gently as I wet up what looked like his whole pelvic area.

“That pussy so pretty. Shit.” He looked down between my legs, continuing to pound me and toy with my mound.

The combination of the two sent me over the edge, and yet again, my legs were shivering as I coated his shaft completely.

“You such a good girl, Peep. Keeping cumming for me.” He stroked me, biting his lip in between his own moans.

Pulling out, he sucked on my pussy some more before moving me onto my side.

Sliding back in as he stood before me, he beat it up as I stared up at him in awe of how he was making me feel.

We kept strong eye contact as I tried to find my voice in order to moan, talk, or do something, but it was pointless as my body shook back-to-back from cumming all over him.

Low went harder, pushing the knee of my top leg upward then spanking me on the ass roughly. The pleasure and pain mixture was satisfying beyond belief as he yanked another orgasm from me.

“Fuck,” I finally whispered, putting my hand on his contracted abs as he fucked the shit out of me.

“Move,” he ordered, spanking me again before using a finger to circle my anus as he hammered me. He put more pressure back there as he beat it up, us both calling out in harmony at the feeling before his thrusts became shorter and rougher, signaling that he was about to cum.

Not wanting him to pull out, I clamped my walls down on him, causing his eyes to widen as he panted through his moans and convulsed a little while finishing inside of me.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he bent down to kiss my ass cheek before biting and sucking the skin of it.

“Mmm.” I whimpered as he slowly withdrew from me.

“You did that shit on purpose.” He spoke against my lips before we kissed.

I couldn’t speak just yet, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

“Maybe.” I finally found my voice as he stood back upright.

“That pussy too good, Peep. Fuck!” He shook his head, walking to the en suite to grab a warm towel and cut the shower on.

I could only laugh since my legs were still trembling.

Low returned to wipe my pussy gently before he carried me to the shower. We washed off in between kisses, then climbed out to brush, floss, and use mouthwash before climbing into bed naked.

As I lay on him, our fingers intertwined and his sexy, woodsy but sweet scent peppering the air, I decided to speak on that detective. I was going to ignore him like I was sure Low would’ve wanted, but I didn’t think that was wise.

“That detective guy, Clayton, hunted me down at my sister-in-law’s warehouse. Thankfully Shakur was with me, so he couldn’t question me like he wanted,” I started and felt Low’s body stiffen.

“What he ask you?”

“He pretty much wanted to know where I was that night of Brenden’s murder because he found out I was also in Vegas.”

Low shook his head.

“This muthafucka. Thank God I just found a new nigga in that department. He replaced the muthafucka Kenneth that was usually there to keep shit like this away from a nigga. Only thing is, he new, so it’ll be a month or so before he can get everything back straight. He doing what he can for now though.”

“I think you should hire my brother to at least look at things. And if it goes further, he’s your best chance of getting off.” I pressed my chin into his chest. “I didn’t want to ask him before I ran it by you though.”

“I like that.” He brushed my sweated-out hair back. It was no point in wrapping it up at this point. “Yo’ brother got a reputation, so I already know.”

“Yep. He’s like a magician. Prosecutors hate him because nine times out of ten, his client either won’t be convicted or will only get an iota of the time they should be in prison. He’s not cheap though.”

Low nodded, staring up at the vaulted ceilings like he was in deep thought.

“Hit him up.”

WEEKS LATER . . .