Page 38 of Without Bound
I close my eyes, begging God to pull me from the dream. This can’t happen. I need to be strong and resist this girl who is rushing to be a woman.
I feel her soft skin as she takes my hand in hers and my eyes fly open, watching in horror as she guides my fingers to grip her pert breast. I’m frozen in shock and can’t pull away. Not even when she does the same with my other hand. When she drops her arms to her sides, I’m left there, my back against the wall and her firm tits in my palms.
“Have me, Bishop.”
Keeping my eyes locked to hers, I rub my thumbs over the hard points of her nipples. She drops her head back, a sensual moan falling from her mouth. I massage her breasts and my dick grows impossibly hard. The slender column of her neck is itching to have my mouth on it, and her tan skin is perfection.
A devil and an angel are warring on my shoulders, one urging me to dive in and the other pleading with me to walk away. My brain steps into the argument and studies the situation then says, “I’ll see you in hell”.
I slide my hands around her and drop my head, taking her neck with my mouth. I kiss and lick her tender flesh, while her hands hold my head to her. She gets so close that she’s practically climbing me.
I pepper open mouth kisses down her neck, across her collarbone until my lips are clamped tightly on her nipple. I roll the hard nub between my teeth and she purrs. My hands circle around her small waist and I lift her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.
I spin us and press her up against the wall, just as she takes my face in her hands and locks her lips to mine.
She tastes so good, yet so forbidden, but it doesn’t stop me from indulging. I kiss her slowly and not like the animal that lives inside me that’s dying to ravage her.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she murmurs against my lips. “I dream about you, Bishop. About us and the moment I finally get to call you mine.”
My eyes fly open and my mouth freezes. Those words haveme hitting a brick wall, not just stopping me but shattering the serenity I was lost in.
I gently place her back on her feet and take a step back. She watches me as I reach down and pick up her sweatshirt.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to leave, Anais. This is wrong. Please just…get dressed and leave,” I beg her.
I toss her the sweatshirt, afraid to get too close to the fire, and retreat to the kitchen.
“Bishop,” she calls out. “Bishop. Stop!”
My fists pound on the counter and I look up at her. “What? This can’t happen. Here,” I reach into a drawer and dig out the spare keyfob to my truck. “Take my truck back to campus. The tag will let you park anywhere. Just take it and go.”
I lob it over and she barely catches it, her breasts still hanging out.
“Are you serious right now?” she asks, completely flabbergasted.
“As a fucking bullet to the head. Put your shirt on and go back to school. I’ll get my truck tomorrow.”
I speed past her and jog up the stairs to my room where I close the door, pressing my ear against it to hear her leaving. The door to the garage slams and I hear the roar of the engine. I step to the balcony where I watch her squeal out of my driveway and down the street, until she disappears around the corner.
I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s gone, then scrub my teeth again, trying to wash her taste from my mouth. But nothing will ever take away the deliciousness of her body.
It’s a curse I will have to live with, but at least I will live, which is better than the alternative. That being Nix finding out and putting the aforementioned bullet between my eyes.
She’s not worth it, Bish,I tell myself. It’s laughable because I really don’t know if that’s the truth. If anyone is worth losing it all for, it may be her.
14
Bishop
The roar of the crowd drowns out the conversations in the suite when Nix catches a hard hit that flies back at him on the mound. I stare out the glass windows, hidden by the glare because I’m afraid he’ll be able to see the guilt written all over my face.
I have purposely avoided him for the last week, claiming I was busy with the team or not feeling well. When today’s game came, I couldn’t put him off any longer, so I swallowed my regret along with my shame, and manned up to be here.
A hard clap lands on my shoulder, and I turn my head to see my brother –as I refer to him– Vaughan.
“Hey man. You feelin’ alright? You seem distracted. Lost, almost,” he asks with a heavy dose of concern in his eyes.
