Page 91 of Without Bound
I pocket my phone and stand bouncing on my toes for him to open the door.
When it finally bursts open, I hold my arms wide and say, “Ta-da!”
The look on his face is one of confusion, but it only takes a second for it to light up. I skip over to him and jump into his arms. I plant big sloppy kisses on his face, happy to be showing my affection out in the open instead of locked behind closed doors.
“Hola mi cariño,” I murmur against his lips.
“Hi baby girl. What are you doing here?” He sets me down on my feet and takes my hand in his, twining our fingers together.
“Well, it’s twofold really. One, I missed you and needed my teddy bear hug.” He kisses the back of my hand and leads me through the doors. “By the way, I wasn’t sure if I needed like, an escort or something to come in.”
“You don’t. The doors are open when I’m here.”
“Cool. I’ll remember that. And two, I think we have some business we need to take care of.” We walk into his office and he closes the door behind him.
I look around his office for the first time and see that while there are some typical items you’d find in a coach’s office, there are also a lot of personal touches. He has pictures of all of his friends mixed in with baseball pictures and memorabilia. I see a pic of him and a toddler Dagen, and one with an older man that looks just like him and a gorgeous woman.
“Are these your parents?” I ask, pointing to the picture.
He nods with a “mhm.”
“Well hell. If that’s what I have to look forward to when you’re that age…sign me the fuck up.”
He smiles that charming and carefree smile that has me melting like a popsicle on the sidewalk on a hot summer day.
“C’mere, baby.” He sits in his big chair and pats his lap for me which I quickly take. “What business do we have to take care of?”
I inhale, puffing up my cheeks, then blow it out. “We need to call Phoenix and set a date for dinner. It’s time we tell him.”
Bishop’s body turns stiff and his fingers fist around my sweatshirt. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to my shoulder.
“I know. Aside from Viv’s ultimatum, he deserves to know. And he should hear it from us. Not anyone else.” I scratch my nails over the back of his head, the freshly shaved fade prickling the tips of my fingers.
“So…you wanna call him and pick a day for dinner? Don’t tell him I’m going. I think it’s best not to have him stewing over why I am going. We’ll just show up, which will probably be all he needs to figure out what's going on, but at least he won’t be fuming for days over it.”
“That’s smart. Okay. Let’s do that. What evening is best? Want to do this Friday?” His fingers twirl and wrap around my curls as he stares into my eyes.
“Friday is good.” My voice is but a raspy whisper as I feel my body begin to light up.
Our breaths grow heavy as does the air around us. I move, sliding my legs so that I’m straddling him as he sits in his chair. I trail my eyes all along his face, taking in his neatly trimmed beard and the scar on his right cheekbone from when a baseball to the face busted it. I land on his lips last and capture them with mine.
His hands move to my ass and he squeezes while opening his mouth to me and caressing my tongue with his. My hips start to roll and I rub up against him like a cat begging for a scratch.
Damn.I’m going to owe Keyara twenty bucks.
Bishop rises from his chair with me still attached to him, and sets me down to sit on his desk. His big, rough hands slide under my sweatshirt, skating over my ribs until they each hold a breast inthem.
While he’s consumed with me, I consume myself with him and stretch the waistband of his pants, sticking my hand inside. His thick cock pulses with need and I slowly begin to stroke him. The growl that crawls up from his chest rumbles and roars, sounding almost dangerous. But I know my man. He’s a cuddly bear wrapped in a hard shell.
His mouth works its way over to my neck and nips at the sensitive skin. I stroke him faster and he rips the sweatshirt over my head. The cups of my bra are pulled down and he latches onto my peaked nipples. His tongue laps at me and the dampness between my legs grows.
“Are you going to fuck me on your desk, Coach Michaels?”
He takes my nipple between his teeth and clamps down, the bite of pain rippling over me.
“Oh, Ms. De La Cruz. I’m going to do more than fuck you. I’m going to ravage you. Every inch of this body will bear the remnants of my ruination.”
My body shivers with his words and under his touch, longing to be ravaged by only him. I reach around to unclasp my bra when a loud knock sounds at the door.
