by Katie Ashley
His words and expression caused me to shudder. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, too,” I said as I cupped one of his cheeks tenderly. My fingers then brushed into his hair, and I guided him closer to my core. “Taste me, Bishop. Make me come on your tongue like I did on your fingers,” I instructed.
He responded by burying his face between my legs. I groaned, gripping the strands of his hair tighter. He was just as good with his tongue as he was with his fingers, which he also started to use on me again. As his crooked fingers worked inside me, his tongue danced and teased along my clit. My hips rose and fell to give even more friction to the way he was touching and sucking me.
“Bishop!” I cried, my fingers clenching his sweat-soaked hair. I tugged and jerked at the strands as he sent me closer and closer to the edge with his mouth and fingers. When I came, I saw stars, but not the ones over our heads. As I tried to still my erratic breathing, Bishop rose off his knees.
“That was . . . amazing,” I murmured when I could form coherent thoughts again.
His signature cocky grin stretched across his face. “Thanks, babe. But we’re just getting started.”
My hands reached out to loosen his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his straining erection. When I started to stroke it, Bishop shook his head as one of his hands fumbled in his pocket. “You can repay the favor next time. I need to be inside you. Now.”
After he took out a condom, he tore into the wrapper. In the dim light, I watched as he slid it down his length. He shoved his jeans down his thighs to where they pooled around his ankles. Turning me around, Bishop pushed me into the fence. He took my arms and put them over my head. My fingers clutched the chain links.
“Hold on tight, babe,” he murmured into my ear. One hand gripped my waist while the other went to guide his cock into me. Since I was more than ready for him, he entered me with one harsh thrust that filled me up completely. I cried out as Bishop grunted. With both hands now gripping my waist, he set up a punishing rhythm. The air around us was filled with the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, along with sweat-soaked skin slapping together.
One of his hands left my waist to roam my body. It cupped my breast, tweaking the hardened nipple, along with stroking my clit as he continued pounding in and out of me. I couldn’t do anything but focus on the pleasure of what was probably the best sexual experience of my life.
I had never had three orgasms in one night, but Bishop delivered another blinding one. I could do nothing but cling to the fence as the shudders and spasms rolled through my body. I began to wonder if my trembling legs would keep me upright.
Bishop quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming even more harsh and unforgiving before I felt him tense up. His head fell forward, and he buried it in my neck. Hearing my name come off his lips as he jerked and twitched within me caused a pleasurable shiver to run up my spine.
His heavy breathing was warm against my skin. After picking his head up, he gently eased out of my body. For a few seconds, I still clung to the fence, trying to gain my bearings. There was a flurry of activity behind me as Bishop discarded the condom and then pulled up his jeans. Taking me by the shoulders, he slowly turned me around.
Without a word, he went about pulling up my panties and then straightening my dress. When he was finished, I gave him a sheepish grin. “Aren’t you the gentleman?”
He winked. “I try.”
Tilting my head, I couldn’t help voicing the question that was running through my head. “Is this when you say ‘Thanks, babe’ and send me on my way?”
Bishop’s brow crinkled in confusion. “Why would I do that?”
I shrugged. “Most men aren’t up for cuddling or pillow talk, and once they’ve gotten what they want or need, they’re done with you.” I bit my tongue to keep from saying, At least that’s what I’m used to. While I might’ve partly been using Bishop for the case, I still had to contend with the fact that I didn’t want to be used. There were also those feelings for him that ran deeper than I wanted to admit.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Bishop eyed me intently. “After a fuck like that, a man would have to be a dumb-ass to be done with you.”
His compliment sent heat both to my cheeks and between my legs. “It was pretty amazing,” I murmured.
“Just ‘pretty amazing’? I’ll have to try harder next time,” Bishop countered, a pleased twinkle in his eyes.
“I look forward to your efforts.”
Bishop laughed as he took my hand. “Come on.” Instead of leading us back to the party, he took us down the hill toward the houses.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s hot as hell, and I want to cool off.” He cut his eyes over to me. “You in the mood for a swim?”
“Sure. I didn’t realize you had a pool.”
With a grin, Bishop replied, “I don’t.”
“Then how—”
“You’ll see.”
He stopped at one of the houses on the left. Bishop dropped my hand to dig in his jeans pocket. “Is this yours?” I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
“Yeah.”
As I took in the modest but well-kept house, I thought about how often I continued to underestimate Bishop. My own MC prejudices caused me to underestimate him. “Twenty-five years old and you have your own house, a steady job, and a dream of owning your own bike shop.”
A smirk curved across his full lips. “Don’t forget that I’m also a master at fucking who generously gives ladies multiple orgasms.”
I snorted. “How could I forget?”
“Beats the hell out of me.”
“All joking aside, it is impressive, Bishop.”
His lighthearted expression became serious. “You really think so?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Thanks,” he murmured before ducking inside the house. I took a tentative step inside, since he hadn’t actually asked me to come in. I bit back a smile because the décor was exactly as I had imagined. Posters of half-naked women on the walls, leather furniture strewn with clothes, and beer cans littering the tables.
When I caught his eye, he said, “I do have one fault.”
“Your taste in decorating?”
He snickered. “That and I’m a fucking slob.”
I laughed. “Perfection can be annoying. Stay a slob.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a mock salute.
After grabbing two large flashlights off the mantel and then a blanket off the back of the couch, he paused, his expression growing serious. “I’m surprised you’re not pissed off and giving me shit about why I didn’t bring you here.” At what must’ve been my confused expression, he added, “You know, to fuck.”
“Oh,” I murmured. The truth was the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. When he’d said all the rooms at the clubhouse were full, I had believed him. Besides, considering that I was using him, I really didn’t have any room to be judgmental.
With a sheepish look, he said, “Most women would be pretty pissed that I didn’t have the decency to bring them here.”
Although it stung to think of him with other women, I gave an apathetic shrug. “Most women might, but I’m not most women. We’re not in a relationship, so you don’t owe me jack shit, except maybe a good time.” I crossed the room to stand beside him. “And trust me, I had a really good time out there.”
“Me, too,” he murmured. “It’s just that I haven’t ever brought a woman here.”
“To have sex with?”
He shook his head. “To do anything with. My house has always been off-limits to women. Now, my room at the clubhouse—I’ve made good use of it.”
Pursing my lips, I said tersely, “I see.”
Bishop grimaced. “Sorry. That was a douche move to mention my past.”
“It’s okay.” Knowing that we needed a subject change, I motioned to the flashlights. “You know, I can’t help being a little concerned that you’re taking me somewhere that
needs flashlights.” Sweeping a hand to my hip, I countered teasingly, “I will be coming back, won’t I?”
“Maybe . . . maybe not,” Bishop replied, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
I would’ve been lying to myself if I hadn’t admitted there was a small part of me that was slightly anxious. Everything that had transpired tonight could have been a setup working toward an ending where Bishop took me out to the middle of nowhere to unmask me and then kill me. I had to stay on alert and not let my amorous feelings for him screw me over.
When Bishop laughed, I realized I hadn’t hid my fears well enough. “I’m only joking, Sam. Since I’d kick anyone’s ass who tried to hurt you, I’m sure as hell not going to do anything to you myself.” He threw an arm around my shoulder and started leading me to the front door.
I momentarily faltered when we started into the woods. Bishop turned around to smile at me. “Still thinking I’m going to Jack the Ripper you or something?”
“You are dragging me into the woods. At night.”
“We can’t go swimming if we don’t.” At what must’ve been my skeptical expression, he said, “There’s a stream about a mile through here. My brothers and I go swimming there all the time. It has the coolest and clearest water you’ll ever see.”
“At this point, couldn’t I just turn the hose on you to cool you off?”
Bishop threw his head back and laughed. After he’d had a hearty chuckle, he leaned in to brush his lips against my cheek. “I promise if you come with me, I’ll make you come a few more times.”
“You sure as hell better,” I replied defiantly, which earned me an impish grin from Bishop.
The bouncing beams of the two large flashlights lit the way as we started into the woods. We hadn’t been walking long when we came to an ATV parked to the side of the pathway. Bishop motioned to it. “Your chariot.”
“And here I thought we would be walking the whole way.”
“That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, would it?”
“No, I guess not.” I slid onto the back of the seat, leaving room for Bishop. After he turned on the ATV’s lights, he took my flashlight and his and put them in the back. Then he got on in front of me.
“Hold on tight. It gets bumpy.”
Without any hesitation, I slid my arms around his waist and tightened my thighs around his. I tried to ignore how comforting it felt being so close to him—how the muscles of his strong body made me feel safe and secure. The next thing I knew, the ATV was lunging forward into the dark night. Bishop drove it the same way he drove his motorcycle, which made me want to piss my pants. But I managed to hide my fear while also clinging to him for dear life.
When we reached a clearing, we drove on through what would have been waist-high grass if we had been walking. I didn’t even want to think about what could have been lurking in the grass. Bishop drove us right down to the water’s edge.
Even though I only had the sole beam of the ATV’s light to illuminate things, I could still make out why this place held an allure for Bishop. “It’s beautiful,” I said.
Bishop rose off the seat. “Give me a second, and you’ll really get to see it.”
Curiously, I watched as he took one of the flashlights and disappeared off to the side of the bank. After a few seconds, a sound like a lawn mower filled the air. Then light flickered on all around me. Gazing around, I took in the beaming torches and trees lined with twinkling bulbs.
When Bishop reappeared, I asked, “You guys have a generator all the way out here?”
He nodded. “We set it up a few weeks ago when Rev and Annabel got married and had their reception out here.” He motioned to the water and the clearing. “So, what do you think now that you can see it better?”
“It’s breathtaking. I can see why your brother wanted to get married out here.”
Bishop smiled. “Besides being beautiful, this place has a lot of meaning.”
“For your family?”
“Yes. And historically.” After scratching the back of his neck, Bishop said, “If Mr. History Nerd Rev were here, he could tell you all about the place.”
“It wasn’t the site of some bloody battle back in the day, was it?” I teased.
Bishop laughed. “Nah, nothing creepy like that. More like Cherokee Indians, who once lived around here, thought the water had healing powers. They would come here when they were physically sick.” He gave me a pointed look. “Or emotionally sick.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”
Bishop made a cross over his heart. “Scout’s honor.”
“Who knew you were bringing me to a place that had such meaning? I just thought you wanted to go swimming to get me naked.”
With a waggle of his eyebrows, Bishop said, “I sure as hell did.”
I laughed. “I can’t say I’m too surprised, or that I’m disappointed.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
When he started to reach for me, I shook my head. “I’m thinking after coming so far, you owe me a little.”
“Like what?”
I jerked my chin up. “I think you should be the one to get naked first.”
He grinned. “Sounds good to me.” After he kicked his boots off, he jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the ground. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as his hand went to the button of his jeans. I held his gaze as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped the denim.
When he first started to pull off his jeans, I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath. But as he slid them down his muscled thighs, I exhaled in a long whoosh. I knew what he had felt like both in my hands and inside me, but there was something to be said for seeing his dick in the flesh.
“Like what you see?” he asked as he stood proudly before me.
“The front view is good,” I replied, with a smile.
Holding out his arms, he turned slowly in the light, letting me take him in. His chest, back, and arms were covered in multicolored tattoos that ended around the bottom of his abs and the top of his ass. And his ass . . . it was perfect as well. Rounded with hardened muscles that I could imagine gripping tight as he pumped in and out of me.
Once he had made a full turn, he rested his hands on his hips and cocked his head at me. “Now it’s your turn.”
I eased off the back of the ATV and came to stand in front of him. As I blocked the light, Bishop’s face became a little shadowy. After working a few buttons, I pulled the dress over my head. Bishop’s steamy gaze lit my skin on fire. My hands came around my back to take off my bra. Once it was on the ground with my other clothes, I slid my panties down my thighs.
When I was fully naked before him, Bishop’s expression was one of pure admiration. “You’re fucking stunning.”
I couldn’t help smiling like a lovesick schoolgirl at his summation. “Thank you.”
He took a few steps forward to where we were almost touching. I jumped with surprise when he reached out to tenderly cup my face in his hands. “I remember the first night I ever laid eyes on you. I thought you were the most exotically beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
“Really?”
His expression darkened slightly. “Marley would’ve kicked my ass if he knew what I was thinking about you in my head that night.” He gave a slight shake of his head. “I would have deserved every hit for how much I wanted to take you to my room and fuck you senseless.”
Sensing he was heading to an emotional place that wouldn’t be good for either of us, I decided to change the subject, and I did it in a big way. I reached between us to take his half-mast cock in my hands. He gasped at the touch while his dick jumped, swelling appreciatively in my hand. As my hand slid up and down, Bishop’s chest rose and fell in the same pattern. When he dipped his head to kiss me, I jerked back and then dropped his throbbing erection. With a teasing laugh, I swept past him and started to run into the stream.
“Oh, I’m going to get you for that!” Bishop shouted behind me.
“
Come and get me, then,” I challenged as I started splashing into the shallow water. I sucked in a harsh breath when the chilly water hit my naked skin. It took a few moments to get used to it.
By the time I was waist-deep in the water, Bishop was at my side. His strong hands grabbed me by the waist, causing me to gasp at the contact. He held me tight with my back against his chest for a moment before hoisting me up out of the water. “Put me down,” I demanded.
When I glanced over my shoulder, Bishop flashed me a wicked grin. “With pleasure.” Then he tossed me into the deeper water. I had thought the water had been cold before, but there was nothing like being enveloped by it. I shot to the surface, coughing and sputtering.
“You’re an asshole!” I spat as I pushed my wet hair out of my face.
“You deserved it, cock tease,” Bishop replied as he swam over to me.
I laughed. “Okay. Maybe I did.” With all the strength I could muster, I lunged at him, dunking his head into the water. When he came back to the surface, I smirked at him. “And you deserved that.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” he agreed as he scrubbed his face.
Lying back in the water, I floated for a moment, gazing up at the sky. “I still can’t believe a place so beautiful is out here in the middle of nowhere.”
“I forget how amazing it is sometimes. It usually takes someone else seeing it to make me realize,” Bishop said as he floated beside me.
Turning my head to look at him, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “So, you bring a lot of the girls you fuck out here?”
My question was met with a scowl from Bishop. “No. Actually, I don’t.”
I glanced back up at the sky, regretting the fact that I had let myself ask such a question, like some insecure shrew. I couldn’t believe that just a few short weeks with him, and I was acting completely out of my character. I had never been the needy female in relationships. In the end, Bishop’s love life, both past and present, wasn’t any of my business. Regardless of what I was beginning to feel for him, I had to continue focusing on the task before me. “Sorry,” I murmured.
