I look back at him, my eyes wide with fear. Before I can stop myself, the words are out of my mouth.
They shake as I answer quietly, “I did it.”
Chapter Twelve Bishop
“I asked you a question!” I say, trying to ensure there is more demand than concern in my voice. “What, you suddenly gone deaf or something? Fine, I’ll ask it again: you did what ?”
Her silence after the first time I asked should have been enough for me, but I simply cannot believe that she would ever be the kind of girl to do the things Dig and his crew of sentient shit stains were accusing her of. She wouldn’t have killed off her man, no matter how much bad blood was boiling in that relationship. She would never betray the club. She would never betray me .
She looks down at her fingers, which sit twisted in a knot in her lap. Her hips shuffle a bit as she repositions herself—another tell that she’s not being honest with me. Liars can’t stand still.
Finally, when I’ve just about had it with her damn silence, she whispers in a small, quiet voice, “I wanted him gone. I wanted to be with someone else. So I…”
“No,” I mutter under my breath, shaking my head menacingly. “No. I don’t want to hear it. If you did something so fucking insane as to kill the vice president of my club… I don’t want to know. Just get the fuck out of here and get a headstart before I’ve got to tell the club you’re a damn murderer and betrayer.”
She looks up at me, stunned. Her eyes widen as she repeats, “Murderer? Betrayer… What? No. Bishop… no.”
With a soft groan, she throws back the blankets and crawls on her hands and knees towards the end of the bed where I stand. She pulls herself to her feet before me. Her soft cheeks harden as she purses her thick lips together and continues, “I didn’t kill him. I swear to God that I would never ever do that. No matter how much I hated him in the end, I don’t have that in me. I’m not that kind of person or that kind of girl that would…”
“Then what?” I push on, believing her on the murder part. She’s got that light in her that can’t be diminished. Even if she confessed that she shot him herself, I’d give her some benefit of the doubt that it was done with reason. Despite all doubts, I know this girl. I know she is of good stuff.
“I wanted him gone,” Rivet admits with a small sigh. “I wanted to be away from him, to not be his girl anymore. He wasn’t terrible. I mean, other girls have it so much worse than me. But he wasn’t the guy I thought he was when I first hooked up with him. And the idea of spending the rest of my life with a guy like him was torture to me. I couldn’t see myself in that future. I didn’t want to be his little wife who was cheated on and left abused. I wanted something more so I…”
“So what then?” I reply, letting the frustration pour out of me. “Come on, Rivet, what the fuck did you do?” I realize my voice is betraying me, making me sound at once incensed and panicked, but I don’t give a shit anymore. If she’s got something important to say, it needs to be said, and in a hurry. And I don’t have the time or patience to let her walk around the truth until I found it.
“I—I—”
“Goddammit, Rivet, what?” I roar.
“I slept with someone else!” she cries out as her hands hit my chest. “It was Halloween night. I snuck out while Viper was on a run, and I thought—I thought no one would know it was me since I had the mask on and everyone knew I wasn’t allowed out without him. Some of the girls covered for me. They got me this red velvet mask from some costume shop and drove me to the place. They pretended like I was some friend, and they just let me in. It was stupid. It was so fucking stupid, but I…”
Red velvet mask. My heart races thick in my chest. I fall beside her on the other end of the bed while my fingers grasp desperately at the blankets.
Her voice quakes as she goes on with her story, “There was this guy there on the dance floor. He had a mask on too, so I’m not sure, but I —” She pauses, and I can almost trace her thoughts, her planning of how to continue. “Well, we danced, and then, he pulled me into this shed. We drank a ton, and I forgot all about Viper and the club. I just wanted some freedom, some kind of escape, and he was offering it to me. We fucked, Bishop.”
I turn those words over in my head. We fucked, Bishop . How could three words have so much meaning in such a short sentence?
“It was so good. I mean, I would have done it again and again, but I went back to Viper that night, and I had to pretend like there wasn’t something between us—the mystery guy and me. But it’s been eating away at me and now—”
“That man, did you know who it was?”
“I didn’t at the time. I didn’t recognize him or what he was wearing. It wasn’t until you walked in the bar that night Viper was killed that I started to have a thought that maybe it was…”
I finish her sentence. “It was me.”
“I didn’t want to say anything until I knew, Bishop. And I swear to you that no one knows. Not even the girls that were with us that night know a thing. I told them that you tried to pull some stuff and that I ran. They believe me. At least, they haven’t mentioned anything to me about it since I told them. They were stoned and drunk out of their minds; I doubt they could if they tried.”
“And Viper? Did he? Did he suspect that we—that I—”
“That, what, you fucked me?” she asks, her voice simultaneously teasing and defeated. But then she shakes her head, reassuring me ever so slightly. “No. No, he didn’t know. He came home that night and was so out of it that he didn’t smell the booze—or you—on me. I showered before he could wake up and suspect anything.” She reaches out to me, cupping her small hand around my shoulder. “I promise you, Bishop, no one but us knows what we did that night. Not Dig, not his stupid fucking group of assholes, not any of the girls at the bar. It’s only us.”
“Only us, eh?” I ask, my eyebrows rising.
I look her over from top to bottom—this time with a clearer eye. I try to remember the girl that had me going that night. The way she laid back and sighed as I placed my cock in her, how her lips matched the mask she wore, how her hips ground into me as they begged for more… I couldn’t see it in this girl then. She’s been Jane to me, even as I’ve gotten to know her club history. But now, Rivet’s standing before me, and all those old senses, the ones that took over the night I saw her dancing at the club party, are standing at attention ready to strike.
I reach towards her, my hand finding the way around her backside. Her on her feet and me sitting on the bed, we’re at even height finally. She takes a step towards me to balance herself out, but she practically falls into my chest. I lean myself up into the strands of her hair and growl into her ear, “Did you like it, Rivet? That night that we were together?”
“I told you,” she says as she turns her face to meet mine. I can smell her sweet breath pass over my eyes and nose as she adds breathlessly, “I couldn’t stop thinking about the man in the mask who did that to me… Who took me like that… It was something I never expected to feel…”
I place my hand around the bottom of her silk shorts where the hem touches the thickest parts of her bone-white thighs. They squeeze at the small chunk of ass while the pointer finger digs softly into the space between each leg. Another one of her arms drapes around my shoulders, and her head falls to my forehead. Her breathing picks up as we both pull closer to the other. Her large chest heaves in and out as my fingers begin to move against the fabric of the shorts and her panties.
I place my hand on her neck, under the folds of her hair. And without thinking, without questioning what would be the consequences of doing this after her confession to me, I dive my mouth onto hers. Her lips breathe fire into mine; a fire that’s always been raging in me, threatening to escape. This isn’t like her fooling around with me in the mornings when we wake up. This touch, this unmistakable touch is something different—of knowing how much we want the other.
All the while, my fingers work harder, placing more pressure agains
t her sex. She parts her legs even wider, allowing me to feel the sensation of moisture between the curves. The smell of just that little motion, the aroma of her pussy turning on, is enough to send me reeling. I push her back down towards the bed as I stand up this time. I force myself to pull away from her and to the open bedroom door. While there’s no one left in the house from the club meeting, the boys have the keys, and our work is never over. This was going to continue between us no matter what.
As I turn back towards the darkened bedroom, she surprises me. No longer on the bed, she walks over to me. How have I not noticed how short she is? I’m nearly a full two feet taller than this girl. I could break her in fucking half if I wanted to. I could snap her like a twig or force her to do my bidding, controlling her both physically and mentally.
I remember the night she spread her legs for me, and me thinking about how she could possibly take a guy like me. But she was up for the task that night, and by the way her eyes glitter at me as she reaches in for another long, passionate kiss, I know she is game again.
I pull her close, circling her around towards the door. Her back slams into the wood and her arms wrap around me for support. I place my hand on her backside again, finding where I left off. The soaked fabric of her shorts makes a great anchoring spot for me to cling onto even more of that thick ass of hers. I hoist her onto her tippy toes so she can better meet my mouth, and so that she’s forced to feel my hard cock threatening to break through my jeans.
Her soft lips peel from mine, and she places small, quick pecks down my neck and towards my chest along the neckline of my shirt. I don’t even notice her fingers dancing around the front of my jeans until I hear the sound of my fly being unbuttoned and my zipper inching down the line. Rivet stands back and smirks as she squats to pull down the heavy layers of my pants and boxers. When they’ve hit the floor, she comes face-to-face with the freed giant proudly waving before her. The throbbing, hardened cock is already dripping with precum, begging her on for a taste. And she doesn’t disappoint. She places her knees gently on the pile of my clothes and reaches up for me.
Her touch sends my ignition through the roof as I grab hold of the door handle and the side of an old wooden dresser for support. With one lick of her long velvety tongue, I’m nearly gone. My mind fades into a warm silence; the only things left are my senses prickling up. The smell of her sex, the feel of her hair wrapped around my large fingers, the taste of her saliva mixed with mine, the sight of her down on her knees before me, the feeling of her mouth alternating kisses and licks against my package… All I can do is grit my teeth and hold on for the ride.
She’s done this to me before. We haven’t missed a morning since that first time we sleepily fooled around. But it’s like unopening a present all over again as she takes my length further and further into her waiting lips. Her head bobs slightly as she rocks my cock deeper into the warm spaces of her mouth. Rivet’s hand gently wraps around my balls and guides them closer towards me. Her fingers tickle and tease at the sensitive skin and nerve endings. My eyes close, and I pray to whatever higher power is out there that this never stops. Rivet could be mine, submitting to me like this, forever, and I’d have nothing else I would want in this world.
She undresses as she goes. The shorts come off first. She discards them by kicking them off and towards the bed. And then, in between sucking me off, she pulls her tank top up and over her head, revealing a light pink lace bra with small flowers sewn into the fabric. It’s not what I would expect from a club girl. Just seeing it on her tanned and tattooed skin makes me feel as if I’ve fallen into two parallel worlds. Her fingers rest around the thin straps as if she is considering something. After her pause, she looks up at me and pulls back slightly. It’s enough for me to be able to watch as her finger rounds around the top of the strap and then peels it down the long arm, over her shoulder, so it drapes around her elbow. She does the same to the other, this time slower and with more dramatic movements. I wouldn’t expect a girl like her to put on a show for me, but she seems to be enjoying it just as much as I am.
She unclasps her bra, and her tits, round and perky, burst free as my cock did earlier. Her quarter-sized pink nipples stand at attention, but only her hands pay them any mind. She massages around the thick and swollen skin with her fingers, playfully catching the nipples between each one. With a smile, she tugs on them lightly. Her long eyelashes flutter close as she lets out a small moan. She pulls one hand away to trace down the center of her body and towards the matching panties. It slips quickly under the material, revealing the top of her shaven pubic bone, but then the sight disappears as she starts to pleasure herself.
“Fuck…” I mutter, completely entranced by her.
Before I can utter another stupid word, she shuts me up with her mouth back on my cock, ready to finish the first job she started. We both let out uncontrollable long moans as she works us. Her head vibrates along mine, and her hand sweeps over her own body with such a force that I’m not sure how long she’ll last herself.
My head swirls with want and need. I brace myself for what is coming. I watch her in a haze as her eyes roll back in her head and she bites down on her bottom lip with such concentration. And just when I think I can’t last anymore, just when I think that it’s time for me to blow my lid, I stop.
“Get up,” I command with a voice so heavy I barely recognize it myself.
“What?” She sounds slightly disappointed.
“Get up on that bed.” I growl. “Now. I want you here and now, and I am not going to wait around to have you again.”
Rivet nods and rises to her feet. Without even looking at me, she crosses back towards the bed and positions herself on her hands and knees. She waits for me to tell her what to do next; to place my cock inside that swollen pink pussy of hers facing in my direction.
She pulls her hair to the side and cocks her head over her shoulder to say, “I’m ready, Bishop.”
So am I.
Chapter Thirteen Rivet
My body shakes as I wait for him to come to me. I have never wanted something so badly. Bishop’s touch, his taste, his smell… Every part of him sends me back to that night where I let myself be free. I want nothing more than to do that again; be that person again. I am done being held back by Viper’s memory and the cold, empty promise of the history we shared. I want Bishop, and I don’t care how or why. I want him again.
Being exposed like this, with my ass facing him, is humbling, to say the least. But it’s how most motorcycle guys want it. Even when he took me on Halloween, it was partially from behind with him dominating me. But Bishop’s hesitating, maybe examining me. My hands and arms shake waiting for him to make up his damn mind about how he’ll want me tonight.
Finally, I feel his weight on me; his thick chest and stomach warm my prickled skin. His head hangs near mine, and I turn to press his lips to mine. His tongue lashes around inside my mouth as we both hold onto one another. He places both arms around my breasts and pulls me up to a kneeling point. I lean back into his chest, my head still turned into him. My hand rests on some of his blood-red and black tattoos that dot his abdomen. They tell stories both so close and so far from our bedroom.
He pulls away from me for a moment, only to say, “I want to see you. I want to watch you come.”
Every part of me wants to rip myself out of his grasp and tackle him to the ground. He knows how to do this—how to make a girl like me fall to her knees in lust. I wrap a hand around his head and pull myself closer to him. After another kiss, he turns me around, drops me onto the mattress with a bounce, and pulls my legs apart. His muscled body pulls off of me and through my separated thighs. He lingers there, a hand on each ankle, admiring my pussy and all that comes with it.
“Now this… this is a sight.” He beams. “I’m going to enjoy every bit of this.”
He rubs his rough, unshaven cheek against my ankle and then kisses the inside of my foot. I try to control a giggle, but he ignores my quiver a
nd continues to softly smooch down the line of my leg. His tongue leaps out of his mouth and onto the skin. My other leg curls into itself as his cheeks scrape lightly along the innermost part of my thigh. My knees press against his ears, willing him in. I feel the air get sucked out of my space and into his lungs as he takes in my scent with a moan of delight. And then, his tongue. Oh, God. His tongue jumps into the most expected and unexpected place—the folds of my pussy.
I cry out, grasping at my chest for comfort and control. He rolls that moist tongue over and under me, finally pushing it inside the rim and along the edges. His mouth opens, and he presses down on the top of my clit and, with one suck, I feel every bit of power I had being taken from me. It’s all a tease; a horrible, amazing, raw tease of my skin and my body. He’s playing with me now, toying me on like a cat chasing a flicker of light from the window. Bishop knows this is not enough for me and that I am going to want more from him.
My body melts deeper and deeper into the sheets. A pulsing warmth washes over me like summer waves crashing against the sun-soaked sand. I try to listen to my body as it cries out, my lips trying to make a sound but failing.
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