Be Ours: A Valentine's Day Romance

by Jagger Cole

  “Yes,” he hisses. “But I’m going to hang onto myself and not lose control.”

  “Like you did last night?” I snarl.

  “Says the man who just had his tongue between her legs?” He throws right back.

  I smile smugly. “Damn right I did.” I feel possessive of Cora, and furiously jealous of Bishop if what he says isn’t bullshit. I leer at him. “And it was sweet as hell.”

  He snarls and suddenly lunges at me to shove me back. I stumble, barring my teeth at him and hissing angrily.

  “We doing this?”

  “Doing what?” Bishop grunts as he shoves me again.

  “We gonna fight over this girl like a couple of savages?”

  “Sure looks that way,” he growls, his face just as lined and furious as mine.

  “I’m not gonna hit a cop.”

  “Funny, I’m not going to have that problem.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Bishop tosses his badge on the counter and stares at me, unblinking. “There, now we’re even.”

  I grin. My muscles clench in readiness. “Just remember you asked for this, douchebag.”

  We slam together like two freight-trains crashing. I snarl and roar, and Bishop bellows as his fist comes slamming into me. I blink like I’ve just been hit by a fucking 747, or like I just got punched by a goddamn mountain.

  But I hit right back. We go slamming into the countertop. Glassware and a bowl of bananas goes smashing to the ground as we tumble over. Bishop’s fists slam into me like cannonballs. But I knock him right back with some heavy hits of my own. I taste blood, and I’m dimly aware of screaming. But then, soft hands are pulling me away.

  “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”

  We come apart panting. Both of us are bloody and bruised on the ground. But the hottest little referee in the world wrapped in just a towel is standing between us. And she’s glaring at us like two boys who’ve misbehaved.

  “What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” Cora screams.

  10

  Bishop

  “What the hell are you guys doing?!”

  “Nothing,” I grunt looking up at her. Fuck, there’s something so hot about her glaring at me like that. She’s got her hands balled on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face.

  “You’re friends,” she says tightly, her voice breaking a little. Tanner and I both shrug. We don’t look at each other.

  Cora’s face falls. “This is my fault.”

  “Fuck, no. Cora…” I groan.

  “Yeah, it is,” she whispers. Tanner starts to stand and open his mouth, but she shakes her head.

  “Fine. I kissed you both last night, okay? And I’m sorry, and I’m not sure why I’m so crazy, but I did.” She sighs heavily. “So, I’m going to go.”

  “The hell you are,” we both manage to growl at the same time.

  “Bishop saw us,” she says quietly. She turns to look at Tanner.

  He frowns. “What?”

  “Just now, in the kitchen,” she mumbles. “He… he came in and saw us.”

  Tanner growls deeply and turns to glare at me. “You watched?”

  I nod. He eyes me, but he says nothing. Just then, his cell rings. He’s still glaring at me when he answered it gruffly.

  “Yeah?”

  His face instantly tenses. His eyes dart between Cora and I.

  “Yep, got it,” he grunts. “I said fine. I’ll be there.” He hangs up and glances at me.

  “What?”

  “Marvin, from the station. He wants to talk to me about the gun.” He frowns.

  “You got your story, right?”

  He nods. “Are they going to find anything against it at the house?”

  I furrow my brow, thinking. “If they’re looking for it specifically, maybe. But I don’t think they will.”

  “What about Millbrook?”

  “He bought what I had to say about it,” I grunt. “We had a chat last night.” I frown. But then I decide not to tell Tanner about seeing Kip Clausterman there too.

  “What?”

  “Nothing. Forget it.”

  “Tell me what I might be walking into here, Bishop,” he mutters.

  I sigh. “Fuck it, fine. Clausterman was there.”

  Tanner’s face darkens with anger. “At the station?”

  “Hanging out with Millbrook in his office. Hell, he was running questions by me himself.”

  My buddy grits his teeth. “That doesn’t sound right.”

  “Gee, you think?” I mutter back. My mind goes back to the video Cora showed us—Millbrook assassinating a man with a known cartel ally. And there he was sitting at his chief of police desk, like it never happened.

  I put some feelers out last night, but nothing direct. It’s not like I’m going to walk around my station asking if anyone else has a thought that our chief of police might be a cartel-bought, drug-trafficking killer.

  “You find anything out when you were there?”

  “I talked to a few people. Nothing concrete, just sort of feeling it out.”

  “Got it,” Tanner grunts. He glares at me.

  “What?” I snap.

  “I have to go.”

  “I know,” I mutter. “I was just making sure you had your story straight.”

  “Right now.”

  I scowl. “So go—”

  “That means you can leave my fucking house now,” he grunts.

  My frown deepens. Cora raises a hand.

  “Um…” she frowns and looks down.

  “What is it?” Tanner says gently.

  “How long will you be gone?”

  “Hour or two, probably? Could be three, knowing the clowns that work down at the station,” he adds, giving me a look.

  Cora worries her lip. “Oh.”

  “I really won’t be that long. I do also want to give a copy of the recording you made to a friend.”

  Cora turns white as a sheet, and she gasps a choked breath.

  “No!”

  I glare at Tanner. But when he looks at me, I know who and what he means.”

  “Rowan?”

  Rowan is another Marine we know in the area. None of us served together—I mean Rowan’s in his fifties. But we linked up through a local vets group. Most people around here write him off as a loner who just likes to surf. But he’s also parlayed his service skills into a job. I’ve used him for a ton of PI type work doing surveillance. So has Tanner with his security business.

  Tanner nods. “Yeah, Rowan. For insurance. This recording is dangerous as hell to be sitting on, especially if it’s the only copy. If anything…”

  He doesn’t say “if anything happens to us” for her sake. But I know what he means. I also know that Rowan Tramble’s place is by far the safest place for an insurance copy of this evidence. I know Tanner would trust him with his life, and so would I.

  “Rowan is a good idea,” I growl.

  “No, we can’t—”

  “Cora,” I say gently. “You gotta trust us on this. He’s a steel box. That tape won’t go anywhere or even be spoken of unless we give him the go-ahead. I promise you that.”

  She looks at me, and then Tanner. Slowly, she nods.

  “So, how long will you be gone then?” she whispers.

  I look at Tanner.

  “I’ll stay with her,” I grunt.

  He glares at me. “Yeah, no.”

  “Please?”

  We both turn to see Cora looking shaken and worried.

  “Please? I really don’t want to be by myself right now. And I can’t really go to the police station with you.” She rakes her teeth over her lip. “Can Bishop just stay with me?”

  He turns to give me a hard look. “Gee, I don’t know,” he mutters dryly.

  “Yes,” I grunt back, staring right at him. “Yes, I can.”

  His scowl deepens, but he doesn’t say shit.

  “Fine,” Tanner finally mutters. “I won’t be long.” He turns and heads out the door, leaving me alon
e with her.

  Cora and I are both quiet for a full minute after he’s gone, before she finally turns to look at me.

  “What you saw…” she mumbles.

  I frown. “I shouldn’t have—”

  “I…” she blushes. “I didn’t stop it,” she whispers, her voice thick and edged. “I think…” her blush deepens, and she looks away.

  “Cora…”

  “I think I liked you watching,” she croaks out. “And I don’t know why.”

  I groan quietly, and instantly, my cock thickens in my pants.

  I do, I think to myself. She liked me watching because this good girl has a bad spark in her aching to get out.

  “I could have left,” I growl. “Or I could have interrupted and stopped it.”

  “Did you…?”

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” she blurts.

  I grin. She blushes deeper before she takes a shaky breath.

  “Did you like what you saw?” she whispers.

  “You know I did,” I growl.

  Cora gasps quietly. “How much did you like it?”

  I groan, growling deep in my throat. “Careful, little girl.”

  She trembles. Her teeth drag over her lip. Christ, she has no idea how tempting that is.

  “Of what?”

  “Of me.”

  Cora shivers. “Should I be scared of you?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Or scared of what you bring out in me?”

  I groan deeply. “And what do I bring out in you, babygirl?” I hiss.

  Cora’s face is red. She’s trembling when she looks up into my eyes. Hers are wide and glistening. Suddenly, she lets the towel around her body drop to the ground.

  “Something crazy,” she whispers.

  Jesus Christ. My eyes sweep down over her bare body. I drink in every single curve as I groan.

  “Cora…” I hiss.

  “Bishop,” she moans softly back.

  “Baby, you don’t really want—”

  “I think I do,” she says thickly. “I—”

  Fuck it. I slam into her hard and crush my lips to hers. I scoop her into my arms and groan into her hot mouth. I kiss her deeply and hold her like she’s mine. I don’t think or second guess any of it. I don’t dwell on what this means, for me or for Tanner. All I know is, I want this girl. I want her on a primal level, and it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before.

  I carry her in my arms into the living room. My lips never leaving hers. She moans eagerly into my mouth and kisses me deeply when I step down into the sunken living space. I carry her to the sofa and toss her down across it. I groan and move on autopilot as I slide between her legs.

  I tease my hands down the creamy expanse of her thighs, and I gently pull them open. Cora moans softly. She lets me spread her legs wide for my hungry gaze. I drop to my knees and move between them, and I lean forward. My mouth makes contact, and my tongue slides gently across her lips.

  God, she tastes like heaven.

  Cora cries out in pleasure. Her hips rise on their own when I pull away. I groan, seeing how eagerly she wants this. I move back in and drag my tongue over her pussy. I slide it up to tease around her clit. I suck the little button between my lips and mercilessly swirl my tongue over it. Cora squeals and moans, writhing under my mouth. She reaches down to slide her fingers into my hair.

  “Oh my God, Bishop!” She whines in pleasure. I groan, devouring her little cunt with a hunger I’ve never had before. She’s so wet and ready, and I’m so fucking hard for her. I’m so hard it almost hurts to have my cock trapped in the confines of my pants.

  I keep slurping wetly on her little pussy before I can’t wait another moment. Fuck the consequences. Fuck the voice in my head telling me she’s too young for me, or that this is fucked up. I don’t listen, because I don’t care. The only thing that matters is how much I want to possess every single part of this girl.

  My shirt comes off first, followed by my pants. I stand and drop them and my boxers down. Cora’s eyes widen.

  “Holy shit,” she murmurs. She stares at my thick cock, throbbing heavy between my thighs.

  I wrap my hand around it and drop back to my knees for more of her sticky little pussy. I groan when my tongue drags through her again. I stroke my hand up my shaft and tongue her little slit. Precum beads at the tip and drips down my cock until I’m slick and glistening for her.

  I drag my tongue up through her lips once more. Then I move up to crouch between her legs. I lay my heavy cock down over her pussy, and Cora whimpers.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasps. “Holy shit, Bishop!”

  I groan, feeling possessed by her. It’s as if I’m unable to even look away from her—like I can’t bear the thought of not touching her. I look down and see my thick cock lying obscenely across her pretty pink pussy, and there’s only one thought in my head: she’s mine. She’s mine, and I’m going to claim her as all mine.

  I hiss, slowly gliding my cock back and forth over her slick lips. They part and kiss the throbbing underside of me. She’s so damn wet, and she moans eagerly.

  “You’re really big,” she whispers.

  “I’m not going to hurt you, babygirl.”

  She looks up, and my eyes drag to hers.

  “I know,” she gasps.

  I groan. My hips rock, sliding my cock back and forth over her glistening pussy. My precum drips white and thick from my swollen head over her mons. I growl, sawing back and then pushing lower.

  My head slips down over her clit, making her gasp before it lodges against her lips. I look up into her eyes. Cora nods, I groan, and I push forward.

  She whimpers and makes this sexy little mewling sound when my big cock slides into her. Her pink lips stretch lewdly around my swollen cock. I glide into her, clenching my muscles to stop myself from coming instantly.

  Holy fuck, she feels perfect. She feels like fucking heaven, and I know there’s no way I’m stopping now. I keep pushing in, inching my big cock into her hot little cunt. My hands grip the backs of her thighs, keeping her legs wide and back for me as I push deep. I keep driving in until my balls are against her ass. And only then do I finally let the air out and groan in pleasure.

  “Oh fuuuuuck,” Cora moans. “Oh my God, that’s so deep!”

  “So fucking tight,” I hiss.

  She’s like a soft, velvet vice around me. It feels as if she’s squeezing the cum from my balls as I snarl and pull back out. I leave the head inside and then plunge back in. I sink deep, giving her every inch before I do it again.

  My muscles clench, and my jaw grinds tight. My very skin tingles with the need to take her every which way a man can take his woman.

  I plunge in again, faster and harder this time. Cora squeals in pleasure, and her fingers rake the couch beneath her. She reaches for me, but a savageness comes over me. I grip her small wrists with one big hand and pin them above her head. She moans, lust exploding across her face. My other hand grips her hip tightly as I sink my cock deep in her sweet heaven.

  Cora starts to moan louder, and higher. Her breath comes ragged and panting, and her face clenches in pleasure. Her eyes roll back as my cock saws in and out of her. I can feel her pussy quivering and clenching tight around me just as the cry explodes from her lips.

  “Bishop!” she gasps. “I’m—oh God, I’m coming!”

  I snarl. My whole body tightens as I feel my own climax ready to explode. I thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm. She claws at the couch and writhes beneath me in pleasure. I groan when her pussy spasms and clenches me tight, and it’s the last I can take.

  Somehow, I have the clarity to realize I’m in her bare. I groan and slide my slick, throbbing cock from her pussy just as I explode. My sticky cum sprays from my swollen head. Thick white ropes land across her skin, covering her. I groan and stroke my cock, painting her soft skin from her pink nipples down her to her puffy, freshly fucked pussy.

  I gasp and drop to the floor between
her legs. I suck in air, my muscles burning. I keep my hands on her hips, her legs spread obscenely right in front of me.

  Slowly, I smile. I look up at her, and she’s grinning this sleepy, utterly content grin right back. I ease up from the floor and hover over her to lower my lips to hers. I kiss her slow and deep, swallowing her soft moans.

  I pull back to see her still smiling at me, her eyes shining. “I made a mess,” I growl.

  She giggles. “Maybe, but that was really, really hot. And really freaking good.” She blushes deeply, like saying that was way beyond her comfort zone. Or maybe even just admitting it is.

  “I’m on the pill,” she blurts through her blush. “I mean…for next time.”

  I grin hungrily. “Next time, huh?”

  Instantly, my cock twitches. It’s never gone down one bit from coming a minute ago. But the image of having her again, and exploding deep inside of her has me starving for more. My cock throbs and pulses against her thigh as if to add to that sentiment.

  Cora’s eyes widen. She moans when I shift my hips and nudge my cock head against her pussy.

  “Oh my God, you’re still hard?”

  I growl as I push the head between her lips. “I’m not ever gonna not be hard with you.”

  I push in. My cock sinks into her to the hilt in one thrust. Cora gasps in pleasure, and her legs wrap around me. My hands circle her waist. She’s so small compared to my huge size that my fingers almost touch around her.

  I grunt and slide back into her. Her face crumples in pleasure again. I throw my head back. I start to ease out and then back into her perfect little pussy…that is, until I hear the deep growl and the snarling voice behind me.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

  Cora screams. I whip my head around to see Tanner just staring at us. He’s by the door, in the kitchen area looking at us in the sunken living room. His hands are balled into fists. His face is livid. Or at least at first glance it is. But when I hold his gaze, I realize it’s something else.

  His eyes drag over to Cora, who’s half covering her bare breasts. I see something else in that look of his, and it’s not anger. It’s desire. It’s both, really. But then the fury wins out. His eyes slide to mine and narrow.

  “Fuck you, Bishop.” He turns, storms out of the house, and slams the door behind him.