Ruthless Bishop: Dark New Adult High School Bully Romance (Sinners and Saints Book 3)

by Veronica Eden

  Thea pats the bed. “Come sit here.” Her tongue peeks out, swiping her lower lip. “I’m going to suck you.”

  “I—yes.” I scramble to get my jeans and underwear off, sliding to the edge of the bed. Thea looks up at me from between my thighs, holding my dick and hovering her mouth over the tip and, fuck, it’s my new favorite sight. “Are you sure you want to do it this way? I’ll gladly jerk off on your tits if you’re not ready for more.”

  “I want it this way.”

  Then she takes me in her mouth and I swear I ascend to a higher plane. Her perfect, pouty lips wrapped around my cock are a straight up electric stairway to heaven. She’s tentative at first, licking around the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair, groaning as she sucks, taking me deeper. I watch her and the mirror. It’s too much, I don’t last long. Within minutes she has me coming with her name on my lips.

  “Thea,” I breathe.

  She backs up with a yelp and I release a raspy chuckle, feeling too good to care if I get jizz on the floor. I grin at her, my golden sunshine. There’s come on her tits and leaking from the corner of her mouth, a startled but pleased look in her eye.

  “You’re like a magic little sunbeam,” I whisper, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

  The shy smile she gives me fills me with warmth.

  After we clean up in the bathroom, which leads to another make-out session because I can’t resist her, we pull our clothes back on. It’s late, after midnight.

  On her way out, I give her the key to the pool house and watch as she picks her way across my yard, through hers until she reaches her back door. She glances back at me before slipping inside her house.

  A smug curve tilts my mouth as I amble inside, thinking about the cliche of deflowering the neighbor girl.

  Fucking worth it.

  Twenty-One

  Thea

  Connor saw exactly who I was in that mirror and made me face it so I knew, too.

  He’s given me secretive smiles at school this week and sent me good morning and goodnight texts every day. Last night we talked on FaceTime until I fell asleep, and this morning I saw he kept the call connected for another hour.

  But I’m still alone at home on a Saturday at the end of the week.

  I can’t call Maisy to come over because she’s out of town. I’ve already baked my way through lunch. I was ready for more until Mom yelled at me to stop taking up all the Tupperware and storage space in the fridge.

  After trudging up the steps, I wind up bored after only a half hour of watching baking videos on YouTube. I roll on my back in the middle of my bed and look at the colorful posters on my wall.

  “Maybe Maise posted a story of her yoga intensive.” Flipping to my stomach, I grab my phone again.

  What I find when I pull up Instagram sinks my stomach. My feed is full of photos. There’s a huge party today up at Silver Lake Forest Estates. I don’t know anyone that lives in the most elite gated community of Ridgeview, but Connor does. Devlin lives there. And Connor is tagged in a picture with him, armed with water guns.

  At first my breath is stolen by how good he looks, shirtless and tan, abs for days and a swimsuit almost painted on his powerful soccer thighs. He’s grinning, genuinely carefree. I recognize the smile because it’s the same one he gave me in his pool house after he came with my name rolling off his lips.

  But then reality sets in, along with my inner critic.

  We agreed to be together in the pool house, but if I’m his girlfriend, why didn’t I get invited to this party with him? I thought we made some progress. Things haven’t changed if I’m sitting at home while he’s out with his friends.

  You’re still his dirty little secret.

  Not that I’d jump at the chance for a beach day, but it is unseasonably hot today and I’ve been baking since this morning. A swim in the cool lake would be nice, even if it means I’d stress over what to wear around the popular crowd.

  With a sigh, I remind my inner critic that I don’t hate every imperfection and inconvenience of my body. It’s beach ready no matter what I wear.

  Biting my lip, I spend twenty minutes going through account after account to find more photos, like a stalker. In each one I find, Connor is with one of the dance squad girls. Blair Davis is even there. I’m kind of surprised to see Devlin Murphy wrapped around her, and the reserved but happy expression on her face. She’s cool with him after he made her dump water on herself in the cafeteria while everyone laughed? It wasn’t that long ago, yet there they are, sharing an intimate moment someone captured for social media.

  The more I scroll Instagram, watching a party I’m not at, the more invisible I feel.

  Unseen.

  Like always.

  Will Connor only ever be mine when the moon is out?

  I won’t stand for this. I wanted to be together because I like him, not because I was happy to only be trotted out when he needed me.

  Closing out of the app on my phone with a frustrated sound, I face plant into my ruffled purple bedspread, letting the darkness swallow me. Once I grant myself a few minutes to wallow, I get up and get my laptop from the desk. As I return to the bed, the positive posters on my wall remind me of my outlook. I turn my back on them and hunch my shoulders as I sink to the floor, opening the laptop.

  “I’m not invisible.”

  Before I’ve finished typing the address to my blog, I stop. It doesn’t feel right. The comments, or even the old emails from Henry aren’t what I want right now. It’s only a feeble bandage; it won’t cure the wound.

  I want Connor instead of my secret coping habit.

  With a deflated exhale, I lean my head against the side of my mattress. What I want is in Connor’s pool house, where we hid away from the world together under the moonlight. Where I felt free to be my true self, no more secret folders, no more splitting myself between who I should be and who I wish I was.

  “Are you a clingy girl?” I ask myself, reasoning that I should leave this alone and do my own thing. I don’t need him to entertain myself. With another sigh, I shake my head. “But you deserve the universe, so why settle when it doesn’t make you feel good?”

  Maybe this is one of those things Connor doesn’t know to think about. He did make a point about only being with girls as hookup partners before. We’re both tripping our way through being in a relationship, the first real one for both of us.

  If I don’t tell him, he won’t know that this made me doubt everything.

  After arguing with myself some more, I change out of the ratty old sweats I’ve been in all day into a stretchy jumpsuit with a pink flower print and sneak out of the house. I avoid Mom by the skin of my teeth as she’s leaving through the garage door with sunglasses on. Once she’s gone, I creep around the corner and slip out the back door with my phone and the key Connor gave me, cutting across our yard into his.

  My heart races as I use the key to get in. Any second I’m ready for someone to ask what I’m doing in the Bishop’s yard without an invitation.

  Once inside, I leave my key by the door and go to the full-length mirror. It still smells like Connor in here. I lick my lips and sit down in front of the mirror with my legs to the side in a sensual pose, feeling the pinup vibe I have going on right now. I allow one of my straps to slip off my shoulder and angle my boobs forward.

  After snapping a few pics, I pick one and send it to him. No caption. It doesn’t need one. He’ll know where I am.

  It doesn’t take Connor long to arrive. The door squeals when he opens it in a rush. I haven’t moved from my spot by the mirror, and I watch him through the reflection, pressing my fingers to the glass.

  “You came,” I murmur.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t when you sent this?” He waves his phone and tosses it on the bed as he crosses the room to me. On the way he loses his black muscle shirt, leaving him in only his short swimsuit and a perfect view of the sculpted indents in his hips. “Shit, I’ve been thinking about you all day. About thi
s.”

  He pulls me to my feet and swoops in for a kiss that leaves me breathless. His skin is warm from an afternoon in the sun.

  Putting my hand on his chest, I lean back from his kiss. “You know, I opened Instagram to see if my friend Maisy had posted, but I saw the party at the lake instead.”

  “Yeah?” Connor is distracted, kissing his way down my neck. He hums against my heated skin and makes me shudder.

  “Well, I was surprised to see there was a party. That you were there.” My breath hitches when he finds a sensitive spot. “And…the girl you were with in the pictures I saw.”

  Connor stills. “What girl?”

  “Bailey? She’s on the dance squad.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as he stares at me. “I’m not the girl you were with at the lake.”

  “No. You’re not.”

  A sound rumbles in Connor’s chest as he wraps me in his arms, picking me up. I squeal when he lifts me off the ground, surprised by his strength. He crosses the room and deposits me on the bed. Another growl leaves him while he fumbles with my jumpsuit.

  “Always with the complicated outfits,” he mutters, figuring out he needs to yank down the straps.

  Once he has me down to my bra and underwear, he descends on the birthmark on my thigh, sucking on it until I’m pretty sure I’ll have a hickey. I like that, the idea of him branding my skin with his marks. Proof that we had this moment.

  Lifting his head, he pins me with his gray eyes. “If I wanted that chick, I wouldn’t be here. Why would I want her when I only want a little beam of sunshine who drives me fucking crazy?” He keeps his gaze locked with mine as he licks my birthmark. “You’re who I’m with. No other girl matters to me. Only you, baby.”

  My fingers claw at the bedding, a hazy fog of desire clouding my head. But this is important and I have to make sure he understands.

  “How can I believe you really want me? You only kiss me in the dark.” I sit up and face him in only my bra and panties. “The hall when no one was around. The coatroom. In here.” My chest rises and falls. “You pretend I don’t exist otherwise, like you always have.” My voice cracks and my eyes sting. “I can’t be invisible anymore, Connor.”

  “Sunshine,” he rasps, cradling my face in his hands as his brow furrows. “I swear, I wasn’t keeping you a secret. I’m sorry I made you doubt I want this. What will it take to prove it to you? I’ll kiss you at school whenever I see you. You’ll be dizzy from my kisses.”

  The fear clogging my throat vanishes. I give him a wet, breathy laugh. “You don’t have to go that far. But a date to the dance would be nice.”

  “Dance?”

  “Winter formal. It’s not for a while still, but…”

  Connor gives me a lopsided smile and climbs off the bed to sink to one knee. “Well, this is a little impromptu because my girl needs it, but I want you to imagine the flowers I would totally be presenting you with right now. Got it?”

  I grin. “Got it. How many flowers?”

  “The whole florist supply, obviously. Jesus, what do you take me for, baby? My girl gets the whole world.”

  For a first time boyfriend, he’s definitely got the right idea. Has Connor Bishop been hiding a secret romantic waiting to be unleashed? The thought makes me smile wider.

  “Do I now?”

  “Mhm. Now hush so I can ask you a very important question. Thea Kennedy, my bright sunbeam,” he starts and I cover my face with my hands. “Hey, look at me. You’re gonna miss it.” He pries my hands away and holds my hips. “Can I take you to the dance?”

  I lean in to kiss him. He lets me for a minute, humming as he sucks on my lip. Then he pulls back and lifts his brows.

  “Well?”

  “Oh, you wanted an answer? I thought it was a given.”

  “Tch. Girl, please.” He pulls a face and clutches his chest dramatically. “You’ve got my angsty teen heart on the line here. Put me out of my misery.”

  Laughing, I slide my arms around his neck and kiss his nose. “Yes, Connor Bishop. You can take me to the dance.”

  “That’s my girl. Now where were we?”

  Connor takes my mouth and guides my legs around his waist, lifting me from the bed in a smooth move. He carries me back to the mirror and presses my bare back against it without breaking the kiss. I’m dizzy with want, my body thrumming. My hips roll against his muscled torso. He undoes the clasp on my bra with a deft flick of his fingers and buries a hand down the back of my underwear to squeeze my ass.

  “Mm, these are nice. Silky. Loose ‘em.” He lowers me to my feet and smacks my ass. Spinning me to face the mirror, he helps me out of them as I brace a hand against the mirror. I moan as my bra drops along with my panties. “Look at yourself. That’s fucking hot.”

  My skin prickles with excitement.

  In the reflection, Connor stands behind me, still wearing his trunks, which are tented as he grinds his hard cock against my bare ass with a groan. He pulls my thick curls off my neck and sinks his teeth into my pulse point, sending a hot burst of pleasure straight to my core. With his other hand, he rolls one of my nipples between his fingers before dragging his fingers down my body to dip between my legs, sliding through the wetness already coating my thighs.

  “Oh shit,” I gasp, bucking into his touch and back against his hardness. “That feels—ah! So good.”

  Connor’s rough chuckle does things to my insides, twisting them in knots of lust. He makes me wild in a way nothing else ever has. With him, I forget to hate what’s in the mirror, only face it with bravery as he pushes the proof of his attraction against my backside. He loses his swimsuit and pulls me against his chest, feeling all of him.

  It’s unlike anything I’ve ever imagined, and I’m lost to the heat of his body, his firm muscles, his cock brushing my own flushed skin.

  “Watch yourself while I make you come,” Connor commands.

  My eyes almost flutter shut, too overwhelmed by everything, but he chides me with his lips against my ear, murmuring his encouragement.

  “Look, sunshine. See how your pretty blue eyes get all dark when I touch you here?” His fingers circle my clit and it’s all I can do to stay standing. “That feel good?”

  “Yes! God, yes.” I lean my head back against his shoulder, obeying his demand to watch as he kicks my legs a little further apart and cups my pussy. I bite my lip, tempted to rock against the pressure of his palm until I come, my hips shifting restlessly as he teases between my folds. “Connor. Please.”

  His amused huff fans over my neck in a hot breath. “Listen to you beg for me. So needy.”

  When he slides a finger in me, I lose my breath, scrabbling at his arms. He adds another, filling me. I give into the temptation, meeting each thrust of his fingers until my toes curl against the carpet and I’m relying on him to hold me up.

  It’s too much to take, and as Connor sucks on my neck, I fall apart with a moan. He keeps working me, teasing my clit, my swollen folds, and dipping his clever fingers inside until a second orgasm shocks me. This time I do almost collapse, but he supports me with ease. His heavy-lidded gaze meets mine in the mirror and the slow curve of his mouth into a smirk has me matching his expression.

  Pressing up on my toes, I kiss him, smiling into it. The kiss is sweet for a moment while he gives me a second to catch my breath, then it turns heated as I start to tug at his hair. He squeezes my breasts in both hands, trailing his lips down my neck to my shoulder.

  In our frenzied kisses and touches, we end up on our knees in front of the mirror. My back is slick with sweat, overheated and sensitive to every touch.

  His hand covers my jaw and throat, pulling my head back for a filthy kiss. Our eyes meet and he presses his cock between my thighs, brushing against my throbbing pussy.

  “You want it?” Connor thrusts slow and dirty, making me gasp at the sensation of him gliding against my folds between my legs.

  “Yes.” I moan, leaning against him, my skin burning up. “Please, I want you
.”

  “Easy, baby. Put your hands here.” He arranges me how he wants me, hands planted on either side of the mirror on the wall. “Don’t look away.”

  Connor disappears for a moment, rummaging through drawers. I hear a foil packet tear and watch in the reflection as he rolls a condom on. He positions himself behind me, takes my hips, and finds my gaze in the mirror.

  “Okay?”

  This is nothing like things were with Henry. Connor always checks if I’m into it and doesn’t pressure me. If I didn’t want this, I know he’d stop and slow us down.

  “Yeah.” I’m ready, so turned on.

  “Good.” He grins and bends to kiss the center of my back. “I’m going to wreck you, sunshine.”

  The first press of his cock at my entrance makes me choke on a gasp, my fingers scrabbling at the wall. He hushes me, dipping a hand between my legs to rub my clit. He takes his time, focusing on working me close to the edge as he eases in. I’m so full. It’s tight, his cock thicker than his fingers, but when he moves his hips and presses his fingers harder against my clit, I drop off a cliff into pleasure. My breath fogs the mirror as I press my forehead against the glass.

  “Goddamn, baby. Squeezing my cock so good already. Fuck.” He starts a slow, torturous pace that draws my orgasm out and grips my hair. “Look at me.”

  My gaze snaps to his.

  Connor looks like a king of debauchery and devious pleasure. His lips are parted, gazing at me intently, gray eyes full of unwavering want. He tightens his hold in my hair—not enough to hurt, just to control the angle of my head. I like it, being at his mercy. His thrusts pick up and my mouth falls open on a silent cry of pleasure.

  He falls forward with a rough, possessive sound and my body arches against his, sinking back into his lap as he lowers to the ground to pump into me faster. His scent is all around me, musk mixed with a hint of spice, making me dizzy.