Chapter Twenty-One

SHAY

The ride home was torturous.

Bishop said nothing, and I couldn't catch a read on the energy that was practically palpitating off him. I wondered if it was anger. It would be justified given how I'd told him I would stay out of trouble and instead had incited an argument. Thankfully, one we were on the right side of.

Bishop was adamant about Frank Martelli's dark side, and I tried not to question it, but it was even harder to imagine now after I'd twirled across the floor with him for five or ten minutes. The man had been polite, gracious, and understanding.

Hell, he'd had my side over his own son's, and I wasn't sure if that meant that Vince was the shittiest child in history or if I'd pulled off an innocent act that was Grammy-Award-worthy.

I guess we'd soon find out.

I let out a longing sigh as we pulled into the driveway, eager to get the heels off my feet and climb into a long, hot shower.

We'd only been out for a few hours—most of that being travel time there and back—but I felt hot and achy.

We climbed the stairs to the porch, and Bishop unlocked the door, walking through ahead of me. I followed, pulling it closed and flicking the lock back again. When I turned, ready to head for the kitchen to grab some water before I attempted to sleep, Bishop was still right there in the foyer.

The air was charged and crackling with anticipation as he watched me with an intensity that made my heart quicken. "What?"

"Seeing Vince so close to you, murder in his eyes…" he uttered, his usually harsh and gritty tone was, instead, thick with vulnerability.

"I know. You're mad. I should have—"

"I'm not mad at you," he cut in, one hand grabbing the staircase's banister and squeezing the life out of it. "I'm mad at myself for wasting all this time."

"What do you mean?"

"I thought I was going to take this slow but fuck it," he cursed, the space between us disappearing as our bodies suddenly came together in a collision of longing and pent-up emotions. His mouth found mine, and the world around us ceased to exist.

It was just him, me, and this intoxicating kiss that marked the beginning of something new.

Something I'd wanted for so damn long.

"I've wanted this since the moment I first fucking saw you," he announced, his fingers twisting in my hair, pulling it back so I was looking up at him.

Guess I wasn't the only one.

"What took you so long?" I pressed up on my toes, my hands holding tight to the collar of his cut.

He pressed his forehead to mine, one arm circling my waist. "I told myself I'd wait until this problem was sorted. I didn't want you to think there were any strings attached to this."

This man.

He didn't want me to think that I had to fuck him as some kind of return for him saving my ass.

"I want you because you make me feel alive, not because you kept me alive."

His mouth covered mine again, stealing every last breath of air from my lungs while his hands found my thighs. He tugged up the skirt of my dress and lifted me off the floor, forcing my legs around his waist. I held tight, consumed by his taste, desperate for more but absolutely petrified it would end at any moment.

He turned and carried me up the stairs, my laughter falling between kisses as the stairs squeaked and groaned beneath us. "You're going to have to unzip me," I breathlessly whispered as we broke through the door to his bedroom, though when he tried to lower me to the floor, I held on a little tighter. "I don't want this to end."

"Don't worry," he growled, his mouth moving down the curve of my shoulder as my feet finally hit the floor, the warmth of his breath creating a wave of goose bumps across my skin as he moved around me, his chest now pressed to my back. "I have plans for you tonight."

With one hand, he swept my hair to the side, over my right shoulder, so he could reach the zipper that ran the length of my spine. "What kind of plans?" I asked, trying to keep the excited tremor out of my voice. There was something about finally having his hands on my body that made this both thrilling and frightening.

I wasn't inexperienced when it came to guys.

But Bishop wasn't just any guy. He was a man with far more experience than the boys in their twenties I'd dated before.

What if I couldn't give him what he wanted? What if I wasn't enough?

"Stop thinking, Shay," he softly ordered as he lowered my zipper, torturing me with how slow he was moving. Each inch made me breathe a little heavier, my heart race a little harder, and my pussy grow a little wetter. "Trust me."

Jesus.

The moment the dress was off, that was it. There was nothing underneath.

The man had seen me in my underwear, but I was about to stand in front of him naked.

Exposed. My body, heart, and soul were well and ready to be bared to him.

He slipped the straps from my shoulders, allowing the sleek material to fall to the floor, forming a small purple pool of silk at my feet. I stepped out with one foot, kicking the dress to the side and sucking in a sharp breath when I instantly felt his lips brush the back of my neck.

It was his beard that took me by surprise, though.

You'd think it would be coarse and scratchy, but the feel of it as it grazed my skin was utterly fucking divine. It was the balance of the sweet with the sultry—the gentle kisses he peppered down my spine with this rugged masculinity that Bishop embodied.

"Grab the bed," he growled, pressing one hand between my shoulders as his exploration moved lower and lower.

I fell forward, bracing my hands on the comforter, trying to lock my knees so they wouldn't give way as he nipped at my bare ass cheeks, his hands now gripping both globes tight. God, it felt like I'd been thrust into heaven. The man I had been falling for, for so long was finally worshiping my body.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, and for a second, I wondered if I was actually going to be able to wait as he caressed and kissed the curve of my ass.

And I guess I wasn't the only one done with waiting because he finally spread my cheeks wide and suddenly slid his tongue straight up my pussy's slit. My legs shook, threatening to give way to the pleasure, and I moaned loudly, the sound so loud I was instantly sure the neighbors had heard.

I didn't give a damn.

He went back for more, continuously dipping his tongue into my pussy and stroking it up the length, then back down, swirling it teasingly around my clit a couple of times before tormenting me again.

The last time, though, he spread my cheeks a little further, and his tongue moved up to my ass, tickling at the tight bud and drawing a surprised gasp from my mouth.

He chuckled and pulled back, humming to himself as his tongue was replaced by a couple of wet fingers rubbing at the outside of the tight hole. "You ever had a cock in this pretty little ass?" he questioned while his other hand found my clit, both hands circling, teasing.

"No," I groaned, gripping the bed a little tighter, already feeling like I could explode.

"You think that might be something you'd like?" he questioned as he pushed his finger a little harder against it. A moan hummed right in the back of my throat as my hips took on a mind of their own and pushed back against him. "Words, Shay."

"I might," I whispered, grinding down on his hand as he flicked at my clit. "I've thought… oh God… I've… yeah… I've thought about it."

I had.

But that was something you did with a person you trusted, and it had been a long time since I'd been in a relationship with a guy who I trusted well enough to talk through sexual kinks with, let alone try them.

"Good. I'll keep that in mind for the future," he noted. "For now, I can't fucking wait to get inside this pussy. She's so wet. You want me to fuck you, Shay?"

"So bad," I pleaded, glancing over my shoulder as he got to his feet.

"Get on your back," he growled, and I instantly rolled over, lifting myself onto the bed. He held my gaze as he pulled his cut and shirt off and tossed them onto the bed beside me before he began working off his belt. My mouth was almost watering as I waited for him to drop his jeans. I wanted so badly to see the big cock I knew he had hidden behind his zipper spring free.

I'd seen it that first day we met when he'd just gotten out of the shower.

I'd felt it as he'd pinned me to the wall, demanding to know who I was, ready to be whoever the hell he wanted me to be.

His pants fell with a thud, and he instantly reached for his cock, running his hand the length of it, stroking it. I looked up, meeting his eyes. They were already watching me with an intensity that made my toes curl.

"Once I get inside you, that's it, that pussy becomes mine," he warned, only making me wetter. "There's no going back. We get on this road, and we ride it together. You understand?"

This was Bishop's version of romance. This was his grand gesture, his declaration.

And while it wasn't your typical, sweet words and flowers, I understood how important those words were and what they meant coming from him.

And that warmed me through to my core.

"I want you. All of you. Everything," I told him honestly. "If you'll have me, I want to be yours."

He stepped forward, reaching for my face and grasping it in his hands. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle but firm kiss to my lips, our tongues battling one another. I could taste myself on his tongue. It was erotic and new, and when I reached up and grabbed his neck, wanting more, I felt his cock at my entrance.

The head brushed against my clit as he used his hips to press it forward.

I moaned against his lips, twisting my hips, lifting them, hoping to find the right—

I gasped as he suddenly thrust his hips forward, his cock slamming deep inside me. His hands slipped from around my face, one moving to my neck while the other reached down between us, his thumb flicking over my clit as he drove himself in and out, stretching my hole.

I leaned back, bracing my hands behind me on the bed to keep me sitting up. My head fell back, my hair cascading down my back, while Bishop squeezed my throat a little tighter. Not hard enough to cut off the air, but enough to let me know I belonged to him.

And I fucking loved it.

I bit my lip and lifted my hips, meeting each thrust, his cock seeking that sweet spot inside me that would set me off.

"Give me your voice, Shay. I want to hear it," he growled just as he slammed his dick inside me again and pressed his thumb a little harder to my clit.

I let go.

"Bishop! Yes!"

"That's it. Good girl." The unexpected praise had my mouth falling open, and I looked up at him as he smirked. "You like being my good girl, Shay? You like obeying me?"

He knew my natural reaction was always to fight back. I hated being told what to do, but he wanted me to give in to him.

I licked my lips, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure began to mount, a warm rush washing through me, my orgasm moments away. "Yes. I'll do whatever you say. Please."

Suddenly, he pulled back, his hands at my waist, flipping my body over so I was flat on my stomach. His hand hooked under my knee and bent my leg up onto the bed, manipulating my body to give himself better access and slipping back inside.

I threw my head back as he slowly pushed his length back into me, filling me so fucking perfectly before pulling out and doing it all over again. His hands pinched at my hips, pushing me further into the bed.

"Bishop," I moaned, leaning forward, burying my face into the comforter. "God, please."

"What do you want, baby?" he crooned, once again getting his hand between my thighs and plucking the sensitive little bud like he was playing a guitar.

"I want to come," I whispered, feeling sweat building at the back of my neck and down the center of my back. I was hot, burning up, my body so fucking alight with passion and sex and a little desperation as I sought an orgasm that seemed to be hovering on the brink.

And I knew he was doing it on purpose, changing the speed of his thrusts to keep me balanced right there on the edge.

"I didn't hear you," he demanded, his shaky tone letting me know he was right there with me. He pounded harder, faster, his fingers now strumming at my clit almost painfully. I struggled to breathe, my limbs shaking as the electricity inside me began to spread. "I said I didn't hear you," he snapped on a powerful thrust.

Suddenly, there was a finger pushing against my ass, pressing against the tight hole, and that new sensation forced a loud moan from deep in my throat. "Yes. Yes. I want to come!"

He pushed his finger a little harder, slipping it just inside as his dick filled me. "Come now!"

He didn't need to tell me twice. My body had already thrown me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me like a slap in the face. It came like waves. Rolling, hitting me over and over, surprisingly not cutting off his cock completely as my pussy spasmed and tightened around him.

I clutched at the bed sheets, fighting to breathe through a pleasure I'd never felt in my lifetime.

Bishop swept my hair away before leaning over me, his lips grazing the back of my neck and down my back, a gentle and sweet sweep over my hot skin.

Then he finally pulled away, slipping from inside me.

"I'll be back in a second to help with that mess," he said, and I stood up and turned around just as he ducked out the bedroom door and into the bathroom across the hall.

"Lucky I'm on birth control," I called, followed by a light chuckle as his cum dripped down my thighs.

"I know," he answered a minute later as he stepped back into the room with a warm face cloth.

"You know?" I questioned, spreading my legs just slightly—a hard feat as I was sure my body hadn't stopped coming yet, still shuddering, and my heart still pounding out of my chest. He stepped in and gently wiped over my pussy and cleaned away his mess, the warm cloth feeling absolutely amazing against my skin.

He stepped back a moment later with a smirk on his face. "I've watched you take those fucking little pills every morning for the past couple of weeks. You think I didn't know what they were?"

Once again, that was the difference between young guys and older men.

I've had more than one boyfriend ask what I was taking.

I pressed my lips together, smiling and shaking my head. "Never mind."

Bishop tossed the cloth into the laundry basket by the door and moved around the bed and me, pulling the blankets back so he could climb in.

I watched him, chewing my lip.

He paused, narrowing his eyes at me. "What?"

"Just confirming… is this a no-cuddle-after-sex situation or…"

He rolled his eyes, getting into the bed and beneath the blankets. "Get in the fucking bed, Shay."

"Yes, sir," I said with a sharp nod, climbing onto the bed and barely getting under the blankets before two arms circled my waist, and my back was pulled hard against his chest.

"Don't start with that shit," he growled into my ear. "Or you're gonna start something I'm gonna have to finish."

I sunk into his arms, fighting to keep still and not press back against him. "I'll behave," I whispered, licking my lips. "I know at your age you need your slee… ah!"

He flipped me onto my back, settling himself between my thighs.

I couldn't help but grin up at him.

"You're gonna need to watch that smart mouth, or I'm going to have to fill it with something," he stated clearly, pressing hard against me and quickly wiping the smile off my face, my mouth falling open as I sucked in a sharp gasp. "Now, what were you saying?"

"Nothing…"

"That's what I thou—"

"Sir."

His eyes darkened, and his mouth fell to my shoulder. "This time, you're gonna see what happens when you're a bad girl."

It was better.