Bishop: Part One

by Elisa Leigh

  When I make it to them, they look pissed. I realize the person I need to see the most though is not here. “Where is she?”

  “Why the fuck do you care Arnetti?” Finn asks.

  My eyes swing to him, intent on kicking his ass if he doesn’t back the fuck down. “Excuse me?”

  “I said, why the fuck do you care? It seemed like you were getting pretty cozy in there with Alexis again. Why you’d want that hose-beast when you’ve got Cara beats the hell out of me, but to do it after you’ve told us that Cara is yours is messed up.”

  “Whatever you saw, is not what was going on. Not that I have to explain myself to anyone, but I was making it clear to Alexis, that she needs to back the fuck off.”

  Finn finally eases off, and Davie speaks up. “Shit. Man, it did not look good from here. I didn’t think you’d do that to Cara, but Alexis put on a good show for her and everyone else.”

  This day keeps getting worse and worse. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I roar. Everyone takes a step back, Davie and Finn excluded, my brothers, know me better than anyone.

  Taking a step away from everyone, I pace. Grabbing the back of my head, I pull on my hair and look at my feet. The past twenty-four hours have gone from bad to fucking awful. Chin to chest, I take a few deep breaths trying to figure out my next move. “She with Mandy? I don’t see her around either?”

  Finn sighs. “Yeah man. Mandy’s got her, although that almost didn’t happen either. She went off on Mandy for watching over her on your request. Shit was not good brother.”

  Set on what I need to do, I look up at Davie and Finn, the only ones who are still around after my freak out. “She gets until after school. That’s all the space she gets. Then I’m coming for her. Let’s get to class. I’m ready to get this over with and have Cara in my arms, fucking finally.” The guys chuckle, and I smile briefly. We walk to class, and I listen while Finn and Davie talk about the game tomorrow night.

  Two classes later, I wait by my truck for Mandy and Cara to come out. I stand there for a while and wait until almost all the vehicles have left. Where is she? I haven’t seen my heart in a full day, and I'm on edge. I’m starting to lose it. My brain is fuzzy, and there is buzzing in my ears. I know what is happening, but I'm unable to control it. I roar out my frustration and start kicking my truck, tearing whatever is within arm’s reach apart.

  “Shit. Finn, get his other side. We need to get him out of here before someone sees this.”

  Finn and Davie grab me before I can do any more damage and shove me into the back of Davie’s truck. With my head between my knees, I am still struggling to breathe.

  “Cara?” I bark.

  Davie answers. “I haven’t seen her since lunch man, but since Mandy is gone too, I bet they took off together. Try her phone, and I’ll call Mandy.” Knowing Mandy is with her helps to ease my fears of her leaving me, or worse, being hurt.

  After making a few calls and getting voicemails, I hear Davie on the phone with his dad. “You’ve seen them?” He laughs at something his dad says. “She is that. I’ll tell him.”

  When he gets off the phone, I wait as patiently as I can for him to tell me.

  “Dad says that Cara and Mandy came in a couple of hours ago to pick up her car. He told me she’s a demanding little thing. She wanted to pay for the repairs herself and didn’t like that you made all the decisions about her car and paid for it. Dad told me to tell you he set her straight, though.”

  I grin, “How’d they even get there?”

  He laughs. “Guess your Princess decided to leave Mr. Giordano’s truck there.” We all laugh, knowing Coach is going to have to find his truck and get a ride later today.

  Perking up, knowing my uncle would have done as I asked, I take my phone out and make a call. Finally feeling in control of this situation I wait for them to answer.

  “Hey, boss man.”

  “Lamar, I need you to track Cara’s car. She’s on the move, and I need to know where she’s at.” I hear typing in the background. In less than a minute he’s getting back to me.

  “She’s pulling out of Davie’s house. Left on Piedmont Ave.”

  “Thanks, Lamar. Text me and let me know the next place she stops. I have a feeling where she’s going, but just in case.”

  “Got your back, sir. You’ll be hearing from me. I’m out.” Hanging up my phone, I suck in a deep breath and let it out. I rub both of my hands down my face, pressing the heel of my palms into my eyes. I’ve been going crazy since I dropped her off at her uncle’s house yesterday. I finally feel an ounce of relief knowing where she is. I haven’t been able to think of anything else, except making things right with her. God, I hope I haven’t messed this up beyond repair.

  I didn’t think I would be this young when I met my whole world, my reason for existing. The idea is a bit daunting, knowing I’m responsible for someone else’s happiness as well as my own. It’s not about me any longer. Jesus, last week, my responsibilities were to my family, the team, and this town. It all pales in comparison to my beautiful angel. I know I'm young, but I’ve also been through a lot more than many men my age have. Unfortunately, so has Cara. She’s been an adult long before she should have been. Been dealt blow after blow to her world. I don’t know it all, I may never know it, but I vow to carry any sorrow she is still burdened with.

  I sit up in the back seat of Davie’s truck, pressing my back against the leather seats. Resolute in my mission, I clap a hand on each of my friends’ shoulders. “All right boys. Drop me off at my truck.”

  They look at each other for a second, and I swear I hear their silent questions. Davie is wondering if I’m going to lose my shit on Cara when I get to her. I guess I’d wonder about that too, but I’m calming down each second, I breathe knowing where my girl is at.

  Finn seems to have developed some protective feelings for my angel. If I hadn’t known him my whole life, I would wonder if it’s something more. I know him, though, he wouldn’t do that to me.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got my head screwed on tight. Plus, she’s had enough alone time, now she needs some Bishop time.” Davie drives me back to my truck. I need to go see her.

  “Where do you think she’s at?”

  “Pretty sure she’s on her way home. That’s what I’m banking on anyway.”

  Thank God it’s a small town. I get to my truck and make it to her house in ten minutes. Seeing she isn’t here, I hop out and decide to wait for her to show up, she’s got to come home eventually, and it’s time for her to stop avoiding us.

  Chapter 12

  Cara

  I look at him for longer than I probably should. It helps that he hasn’t looked up. He must know I’m here, or someone’s here, he had to of heard my car pull up. His hands hold his head, bearing the weight of a thousand worlds, at least that’s how it looks. I long to hold and comfort him. To reach for any way to unburden him. Lord how I wish I could be the one to help shoulder the weight he carries. Damn. My cheeks heat and the burn of rejection burns fresh. Why the hell do I care what he’s going through?

  I feel betrayed, and it’s killing me. Shoring up my courage, I take a breath and open my car door. Better get this over with, although I have no idea what to say. As I close the gap between us, the weight that had been pressing on my chest begins to lift, and I can breathe a little easier. Stopping mere feet from him, I take my first deep breath in over twenty-four hours.

  “I feel it too Princess.” He says in a strained voice.

  “Feel what?” I ask, wondering if he is feeling half of what I am, begging for what happened earlier to be a misunderstanding.

  “The fucking vice grip squeezing my heart since yesterday.”

  Hopeful I ask, “What about it?”

  He chuckles, almost sadly, “Soon as you started walking my way, it loosened a bit in my chest, letting me take in a full breath for the first time since I touched you last.”

  I begin to walk past him and mutter an “oh.”
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  Grabbing my wrist, he stops me, and my eyes find his, intense and filled with all kinds of emotions. “Yeah, oh. And Princess, that’s not a feeling I ever want to feel again. You feel me?”

  Oh my. I nod, not knowing what to say.

  “I guess we should talk then.” He says calmly, as he stands.

  I nod to the door, “You wanna come in?” He releases my wrist and gestures toward the door. Once we’re in the house, he closes the door behind him and follows me into the living room. We both take a seat on the couch, him allowing me to retreat to the corner. It strikes me how different this conversation feels from the one we had just yesterday. I was confused, just as I am now, but I felt wanted and taken care of yesterday. Now, shit, now I have no clue what to feel or hope.

  I put my head on my knees, eyes closed, and breathe in his scent. I can feel the warmth of his body like warm water heating chilled skin, it’s as if he’s seeping into my skin, getting to me like no one ever has, and my body begins to melt. Unconsciously I start to move in his direction like I’m being pulled toward him magnetically. Feeling the shift, I jerk up in surprise and open my eyes to see Bishop looking at me with an amused expression. “Shit,” I mutter.

  I wait a few more moments, but he’s not starting this pig roast, and I’m not the most patient of people. “What do you want from me, Bishop? Hang out with Alexis, and I'm sure whatever you're feeling for me will go away.”

  He makes this weird moaning sound in his throat. I drop my feet to the floor and turn in his direction. “I’m not denying we have some freaky connection here, but maybe if I left, you could form another relationship with someone else.”

  His eyes bulge out of his head. “There’s no one else Cara. Christ!”

  “How do you know?” I ask getting snappy, only because I don’t like his tone.

  “How do I know?”

  I nod needing to hear his answer.

  “How do I know that you’re the only woman I want by my side? Maybe it’s how my body tears itself from the inside out when you’re not in reaching distance. Or maybe it could be how my brain stills, and suddenly I’m calm when you return. I can see our future so clearly, but I’m unable to imagine one without you in it.”

  “It’s too much Bishop,” I say as a tear drips down my cheek. He reaches up and wipes it away. Pulling me to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and rub my face into his chest. “My soul feels like giving up at the thought of you being with another. I’ve known you for a few days. In all that time my body and mind have been a wreck. I’m so out of my depth here. I don’t know which direction to swim to escape without drowning. What am I supposed to do?”

  “Swim to me. I promise I won’t let you drown. I’ll give you the very air from my lungs to make sure you keep breathing.”

  I reach down deep within to ask the question I need him to answer most. I pull away so I can see his face when I ask. “And when you have your ‘powers,' what then?”

  He squints at me trying to figure something out. “My powers?”

  “Yeah, you know what you told me yesterday, how you get them when you consummate with your one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Princess. I don’t know what you’re asking, spell it out for me.”

  I scoot back, feeling awkward and unsure, but knowing I need to hear his answer. “Once we’ve had sex, and you have your powers, what then? Where do I fit into this life of yours, or is it you just tap it and you’re done?”

  With wide, unbelieving eyes, he asks “tap it?” quietly. “What the fuck? Why in the hell would I be done with us?” He jumps up and shouts. “Let me get this straight” he barks. Pointing at me he continues, “you think that I just want you so that I can come into my gift?” I nod.

  “You’re fucking kidding me right now, right?” I shake my head slowly. I think I just fucked up. My eyes follow him around the room as he paces back and forth muttering to himself about “stubborn women,” “spank that ass for the headache she’s caused,” Oh and the clincher, “must’ve royally fucked up that conversation yesterday, she has no idea.”

  Finally, after a few minutes of speaking to himself, he drops to his knees at my feet where he grabs my hands in his. His lips are soft and warm when they kiss my palms. Oh. My. God. My stomach begins to ripple, and warmth creeps up my neck to my cheeks. I stare at the top of his head of messy hair while he rests his forehead against my stomach. He releases my hands and grabs my hips pulling me closer.

  Putting my hands on his shoulders, I run my fingers up his neck into his hair, pulling on it lightly. The move soothes me as much as the intimate gesture warms me and has my pussy dripping with how wet this is making me. As torn and confused as I have been over this guy for the past four days, I’m spellbound in this moment, having his hands on me, and his face, inches from where I desperately need him is screwing with me.

  Bishop’s head begins to move slowly, his nose edging under the hem of my shirt, as he traces my stomach with it. He inhales sharply, and his hands dig into my hips tightly. That’s when I feel it, his lips on my skin, whisper-soft along the edge of my jeans, he traces the span of my hips and back up towards my belly button. When I feel his tongue trace the edge of my innie button, we both moan.

  My clit begins to pulse with an urgent need to be touched and cared for, and I shift my legs hoping to take the edge off. He licks under the top of my jeans, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat. “Bishop… I can’t…”

  “I know baby, God I know.” His hands caress up under my shirt, and his thumbs smooth against my hip bones, under my jeans and panties. He’s so close, but not where I need him, and the need I have for him to touch me is consuming every thought. “Please, make it go away, Bishop.”

  “Anything baby, I’ll do anything to make you happy. Fuck you smell good.” His nose trails my zipper, and he continues to the apex of my thighs. If I weren’t so far gone, I’m sure I’d be incredibly embarrassed by what he’s doing, but knowing he’s in my most intimate place is making me hotter than I’ve been in my life.

  I can’t keep up with this assault on my body, and I’ve given myself over to just the feel of him, doing these things that are making me go out of my mind with need. When his nose digs in forcefully, right where my clit is pulsing a rapid beat, I almost lose myself.

  “Lean back baby.” He commands, and I do as he says. When his fingers undo my jeans, my only thoughts are of the feel of his hands on me. He pulls my jeans down my legs and helps me get them from around my ankles.

  His hands go behind my head into my hair, as his thumbs trace my chin. He’s holding me carefully, as not to cause me pain, but I can feel the power emanating from him. When he leans down and licks the seam of my lips, I open for him, not even fighting what’s between us. He consumes my body and soul while his tongue tangles with mine.

  He pulls my hair, so I’m looking at him. His expression is almost hard, and would probably frighten me if I didn’t see the devotion filling his eyes. “You, Cara Giordano, are mine. You are the only one that I want. No one else, never anyone else. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” His words have me breathing heavily, and I nod. “Tell me, Cara. Tell me you know that whenever we decide to consummate our relationship, which will not happen today, that you will belong to me entirely. There will never be anyone but you for me and me for you. The day I met you, I was done for. I see no one, but you. My every thought is of you, and I’m trying my damnedest to give you the time you need to wrap your beautiful mind around what is going on between us, but Princess, I have to tell you, this is harder than I imagined it would ever be. So, I need you to tell me that you get it, that what you saw in school today wasn’t me with someone else, but her playing on your feelings for me. God, please tell me you know…”

  I put my palm over his mouth to quiet his beautiful word vomit. His confused face is too much, and I smile. “I know. I finally get it. I’m sorry it took me this long to understand. I’m sorry I jumped to co
nclusions and didn’t let you explain. It hurt too bad to see her touching you.” I remove my hand and pull him in close and kiss him best as I can to show him what I’m feeling for him.

  I pull back. “Bishop, I’m aching, and only you can take it away. Please make me feel better.” I bite my lip and wait for him to respond, but he continues to just stare at me. I duck my head embarrassed with how forward I was, but when I feel his lips on mine and his hands pulling my hips to his, I know he's right here in this moment with me.

  My core meets the steel rod in between his legs and I shamelessly rub myself on him, trying to reach the friction I need. Unfortunately, as good as it feels, I’m so wet my body needs something more to release me. “More” I moan into his ear and bite down on his lobe.

  “Fuck baby, you’re driving me crazy.”

  “I know the feeling.” He pulls my panties to the side and swipes his tongue up my slit and swirls it around my clit. “Oh God, Bishop. Do that again. It feels so good.” He does it again and again, then sucks my rapidly pulsing clit into his mouth. When he pushes one of his fingers into me, I groan in ecstasy. In and out he pushes his finger as he continues licking and sucking my dripping pussy. One finger turns into two, and the stretching pain is the best I have ever felt.

  He keeps up his hungry rhythm until I feel my walls begin to ripple around his fingers and I break apart as colors flash against my eyelids and my breathing becomes erratic. I tense up, but Bishop doesn't let up, and I feel his teeth tugging on my clit. He suckles me slowly, bringing me down from the most physically poignant moment of my life.

  Chapter 13

  Bishop

  I rub my face against her thigh, wiping her sweet nectar from my face. As much as I want her surrounding me, my girl gushes, and I’m covered in her sweetness. I look at my Princess and smile, knowing she’s passed out from my intense loving. Little does she know, that moment was as enjoyable for her as it was for me, and the evidence of that is in my boxers that are filled with my cum. I stand from my kneeling position and pull Cara into my arms. I carry her to her room and lay her on the bed. Pulling her drenched panties down her leg, I pocket them, intent on keeping her with me. Going to her bathroom, I get a washcloth wet with warm water and go back to her and wipe away the sweetness coating her pink pussy and thighs.