Page 30 of Without Bound
I drop my eyes to my empty plate and feel tears flood them. I was careless and irresponsible, I know, but I was so upset over the date he made with that woman. I was sick thinking about him kissing her at the end of the night, and maybe even more. All I could do was drink until the images of him with someone else faded away. Apparently it took a lot of alcohol to drown them out.
“I’m,” I choke, the words stuck in my throat. “I’m sorry. I know it was stupid. I’ve never let myself get so out of hand before. I just?—”
My words are trampled by the stampede of sobs that pour from my mouth. My shoulders shake and I drop my head into my hands, ashamed that I put myself in that position, and embarrassed that Bishop was the one to find me.
The chair moves, pulling me away from the table, and big arms wrap around me. Bishop’s hand goes to the back of my head and he tucks it into his shoulder. His other hand runs up and down my spine and the deep timber of his voice soothes me.
He lets me cry for a couple minutes when I finally push away and wipe away the tears from my cheeks and sniff my nose. Bishop stands and rips a paper towel from the roll on the counter and hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I tell him, and use it to dry my face. Looking up into his eyes, I ask, “Are you going to tell my uncle?”
His shoulders rise and fall in an exaggerated motion and rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “No. We’ll both end up in trouble if I tell him. He’ll yell at you for what you did, then yell at me for not calling him even though he’s in Toronto.”
“Okay,” I breathe out in a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“And as long as you don’t pull this shit again, I won’t ever have a reason to tell him. Got it?”
I nod, gulping. “Got it.”
“Swear to me Anais. I don’t ever want to find you in a situation like that again. I’ll help Nix pack your shit and move you into his guest room if you do that.”
“I swear,” I tell him, meaning it, and hold out my pinkie. “Pinkie swear.”
He looks from my pinkie to my eyes and back to my pinkie. He finally links his with mine and I lean forward, kissing the pad of my thumb and holding it out for him.
“What’s that for?” he asks.
“That’s how you seal a pinkie promise. Kiss your thumb then we press them together. Sealed.”
He arches a skeptical brow and shakes his head.
“C’mon. You have to or it doesn’t count.”
He rolls his eyes with a small smirk then does just as I told him. When our thumbs meet, a tingle rolls up my spine feeling his callused skin against my smooth. We freeze, our thumbs pressed together and our eyes locked. Blood whooshes in my ears and everything around Bishop blurs.
I feel like we’re experiencing a moment, but all too quickly he pulls away and turns back to the sink to finish the few utensils remaining.
“I washed your clothes. They’re folded on the dryer. And the bathroom has fresh towels. There should be plenty of shampoo and body wash in there for you to use. I have to get cleaned up real quick,then I can take you to your dorm,” he rushes out, then speeds away, up to his third floor suite.
I watch him disappear until I can only hear the pounding of his footsteps and then the snick of a door closing. I wait for a couple minutes, then slowly tiptoe upstairs. I reach his door and tell myself not to do it. I scold myself that it’s wrong, but my desire to know more about Bishop overrules my sensibility.
I carefully push the door open and pad as quietly as possible to the bathroom. The closed door muffles the sounds of the running water. Hopefully it will be loud enough to drown out the creaking of the door as I push it open.
But before I can do so, I hear a deep groan rumble over the sound of water splashing on the tiles below. The groans grow louder and deeper and then I hear, “Fuck, Anais,” and I’m carefully sliding the door open.
I peek through the small slit and see the most beautiful sight I think I will ever witness with my own eyes.
Through the water soaked glass shower doors, I see Bishop’s large body standing under the spray, streams flowing over every corded muscle. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, and his muscles bulge. I follow the line from his neck as it pulses and moves across his shoulder, down his thick arm inked with art, and stopping at his massive hand that’s wrapped around his equally massive dick.
My breath stutters when I see his impressive length and girth. His hand moves back and forth, working himself closer to his release and again my name falls from his lips. The trembling in my legs is the only thing that stops me from running into that shower and dropping on my knees to finish what he’s started.
He tugs harder and I can see his chest rise and fall rapidly. My eyes dance between his face that is covered in rapture, to his pulsing cock. I lick my lips just thinking about what he tastes like. My nipples harden and my pussy begins to tingle, wetness seeping into my underwear. Then he finally explodes, ropes of cum pouring from his engorged head, and I move away, fearful that he will sense me watching.
I move speedily to his door that I practically burst through, remembering to shut it behind me, and race down the stairs and straight into the guest room. I set my shower to steaming and peel myself out of my clothes and proceed to bring myself the same euphoric end with visions of Bishop playing on repeat.
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Bishop
