Page 27 of Perfectly Wrong
I study his eyes for a moment. “What would you rather do?”
“Talk. Drink enough to appreciate it.” He grins. “Then fuck.”
Trinity giggles, whispering something that makes Tristan’s cheeks turn red.
“Secrets don’t make friends,” Rocco says in a teasing tone.
Trinity grins. “Sorry. Inside joke.”
I try to ignore the flashing burn of jealousy shooting through my core. They fucked. I’m sure of it. Maybe he needed to prove something to himself. Maybe he was just drunk one night, but they fucked.
We finish eating, and I help Rocco take the dishes to the kitchen, while several others lend a hand. I need to go. I don’t want to witness another minute of this bullshit. I walk down the hall to the powder room and step inside, startled when a second later the door opens.
“I’m using this.”
Tristan grins, slipping inside and locking the door. “What’s wrong with you? Since dinner started, you’ve been aloof.”
“Did you fuck her?”
His eyes open wide. “Who? Trinity?”
“Yes. You fucked her, didn’t you?”
“Are you fucking crazy? You know I’m all about dick. Yours specifically.”
“Then why are you flirting with her? And all the secrets and giggling bullshit. Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“No, but I like that you are.” He presses me against the wall. “Let me come over tonight. I’ll tell you everything about me and Trinity.”
“Did you fuck her?”
“No, Bishop.” His hand slides up the back of my neck into my hair. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I left.”
“You said you did earlier.”
“Yeah, that was the time I was trying to make you jealous. I tried to but…” He presses his lips softly on mine. “Can I come see you tonight?”
All reason goes out the door as I gaze into his eyes, but I can’t give in. “We did enough. Just enjoy being home and seeing people you care about. Forget about me.”
“Not possible, Bishop. I know it’s the same for you.” He steps back just slightly, his eyes calling my bluff. “Think about it.”
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Bishop frowns. “Nothing to think about. We should go back out there.”
“Kiss me again, Bishop. One more time.”
Bishop searches my eyes before using his finger in my belt loop to pull me into him. I open my mouth to him, moaning when his tongue finds mine. He kisses me as though he’s taking my breath for his own. Guys my age kiss nervously, shallow fast kisses, but Bishop kisses like we have a thousand years to do it. He kisses like he can steal my secrets with it, and I guess he can because right now I’d tell the man anything he wanted to know. Even the secrets I share with Trinity. Even the secrets I keep from my dad. Even the secrets I hide from him. About him.
His lips move down my neck as his hand slides under my shirt, pinching my nipples. God, I want him so bad right now. I press against him, palming his cock through his jeans and nibbling the edge of his earlobe. He moans moving back to my mouth and kissing me softly, sweetly sucking my bottom lip before releasing me.
“Your kisses, Bishop, so amazing.”
He cups my face, but his eyes are conflicted. “You undo me, Tristan. You bring out this hunger, a side I’m not even familiarwith. You’re wild, untamed, uninhibited, and you’re bringing that out in me. Nothing about what we’re doing is right, but I can’t help myself when you’re near.”
“It is wild, isn’t it? What happens when we come together.” I nod, gazing at the floor for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “I wish I could tell you I’m sorry, but I can’t. Or won’t. I can’t get enough of you, and I’m okay with that.” I squeeze his hands in mine. “Just remember, Sunday morning I’m gone again. You won’t see me for who knows how long.”
