Chapter 8 Bishop #5
We were both people who took security seriously. That meant we had call and responses locked in. Any response that wasn’t our initials when we got called out to was a clear sign that something was wrong.
I tossed the top onto the coffee table and leaned my head back to take a nice long drink.
The light above me came on full force and I let my eyes close but didn’t lift my head.
I heard Asante leave the room, dig in the freezer and come back shortly after. He collapsed on the couch beside me and I exhaled before I picked my head up and looked at him.
He had a towel thrown around his neck and was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, a glass with ice in it in his hand. He held it out to me.
“The wedding went that well, huh?”
I didn’t respond. I just took another long drink, gulping down as much liquor as I could muster, swallowing and doing it a second time. Asante reached over, grabbed the bottle by the neck and jerked it out my hand. He lifted an eyebrow as he regarded me.
“You’re starting to freak me out.” Asante sat forward and took his own drink from the bottle. Then, he exhaled and offered it back to me. “What do you need me to do, baby?”
I blinked and swallowed. I felt like that question alone was enough to send me spiraling but I did my best to keep my shit under wraps.
I was at fault for this. I’d known that getting married wasn’t negotiable and I’d pulled Asante in anyway.
He was the fucking victim. I didn’t get to sit here and cry about this shit when it was what I’d caused and had always known was going to happen.
I couldn’t lie though. It was different now that I’d seen Rook get married. That had made shit real for me.
“Rook’s married,” I blurted.
“What?” Asante’s eyebrows knitted together.
“He got into it with some dude and ended up killing him. It turned out to be the dude’s wedding and he agreed to marry the bride in his honor since she needed to be married by tonight and he’d fucked it up for her.”
“Fuck,” Asante shook his head. “Fuck,” he repeated.
He jerked the towel from around his neck and collapsed back against the couch. His head turned toward me and he stared at me for a few silent moments.
“What do you need me to do, Bishop?”
“Nothing,” I admitted. “You don’t need to do anything.” I switched the bottle to my other hand so I could reach over and set my free hand on his.
I linked our fingers together and looked forward at nothing in particular.
I felt his thumb trace the side of my finger and took another drink from the bottle.
I took a moment to myself, just enjoying sitting beside Asante in the house where we’d made countless memories.
I flipped his hand, slid my hand against his, palm to palm and lifted them both to kiss the back of his hand.
He exhaled.
“Shit is going to work out, Bishop.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He pulled our hands toward him and this time he kissed the back of my hand.
It made me grin.
“There’s no point in stressing about it.” I let my head lull to the side and I looked over at Asante who had his head resting against the back of the seat, his eyes already on me.
“It won’t change anything,” he said softly.
“I know.”
I gave him a weak smile and squeezed his hand. He grinned and squeezed my hand back.
“This is some bullshit.” I leaned forward and set the bottle on the coffee table, toed my shoes off and fell over, letting my head fall into Asante’s lap.
He chuckled slightly but didn’t comment. He just started to massage my scalp. I let my eyes flutter shut while I reveled in his touch, both enjoying how he grounded me and fearing the moment when I wouldn’t be able to just come home and do this.
Home.
I let my eyes open and looked up at Asante.
“I love coming home to you,” I confessed.
“Home, huh?”
“Yeah. When we’re here together it feels like home and when you’re at me and Rook’s spot, that feels like home too. Shit. Anywhere I am with you feels like home.”
“Yeah? Me too.” He looked down at me. “I like when you’re like this.”
“Stressed and trying to get drunk?” I joked.
“Nah. Open and vulnerable and pressed up against me, reassuring me that this is real.”
“It’s real,” I assured him.
“Then, we’ll figure the rest of this shit out.”
“I’m pretty good at running security.”
“What?” Asante chuckled slightly. “I never questioned that.”
“I know.” I let my eyes jump around his face.
“I’m just saying, I could find another job.
I’m hirable and probably for a pretty good paying job too.
” I exhaled. “If shit doesn’t work out,” I added.
“If I decide to walk away, I can carry my own weight.” I let out a yawn and my eyes drifted closed without my permission while the weight of this conversation really started to settle on top of me.
It didn’t deter me though. It actually shoved me forward, knowing that this, these moments with Asante, were on the line.
“I have a good amount of cash saved up from working with my family too, enough to either get us a place or pay this one off and still hold us up for a few years so don’t worry. ”
“I wasn’t worried,” Asante said simply. “And even if you couldn’t find a job, I’d figure it out, Bishop. Shit. I’d liquidate the club and my half of the shit my sister and I got from my parents and we’d figure it out, even if we had to downsize.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you. You know that?” I forced my eyes open.
“Yeah and I love you too. You know that?” He repeated after me.
“Yeah.” My grin turned into a full fledged smile and I pushed up.
It was then that my brain seemed to really process that I had this man, this beautiful man that I was in love with sitting right beside me, ready to take on all of my familial bullshit and half naked.
“You just got out the shower?” I let my eyes rake over him, from his face down and back up.
“Yeah.”
“You want to take another one anyway?”
“Hell yeah.” Asante licked his lips and nudged his head toward the bathroom. “Come on.”
I climbed to my feet and Asante followed suit. He grabbed his discarded towel. I grabbed the glass and liquor bottle. I gravitated toward him and he leaned into me as soon as I was close enough for our lips to meet.
We kissed each other softly three slow times, letting our lips linger on the last one. My hand clenched the bottle a little bit harder while I tried to keep myself together. When we pulled apart, I let my head fall forward against his and one of his hands went to the small of my back.
“Stop looking at me like that, Bishop.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to get fucked,” he said plainly.
“Maybe I want to fuck you.”
“I guess that’s always an option.” He grabbed the bottle in his hand and I let it go as he pulled it free. “If you ask nicely that is.”
“Fuck out of here.” I chuckled and he snickered before leaning in and kissing me again.
“Go get in the fucking shower.”
He trailed his hand slowly down my back making me damn near shiver in the process.
Then, he took the glass from my hand and plucked up the top of the bottle I’d cracked open.
I took that opportunity to reach over and smack him on the ass.
He turned around and punched me in the arm damn near hard enough to make my shit go numb and I chortled at the reaction as I started to head toward the shower.
“Dumb ass,” he grumbled.
That shit only made me laugh harder.
For someone who I had sex with and who had sex with me, Asante wasn’t the biggest fan of getting hit on the ass but I did that shit occasionally anyway just to annoy him.
It wasn’t his favorite thing but I knew for a fact it wasn’t something that made him feel disrespected because if it was I would have quit.
I grabbed some shorts, headed to the shower and hopped in. I took my time washing myself and was scrubbing my hair when the door slid open and Asante slipped inside.
I knew he’d showered already and was only in the shower because I’d asked him to be but it didn’t stop me from wanting to care for him.
I lathered some of the shampoo in my hand.
“Tilt.”
Asante didn’t utter a word. He just closed the space between us, placed his hands on my hips and put his head down. I started to work the shampoo in and enjoyed the way his grasp was tightening on me. His thumb started to trace little circles on my wet skin.
I went from massaging his scalp to my hands slipping down from his head to his cheeks. He looked at me through his wet lashes and I closed the space between us to kiss him.
His grip tightened even more and he yanked me in, our hard bodies colliding while I held his face where I wanted it and slid my tongue into his mouth.
His hands slid from my hips to my ass and he traced me, letting his rough palms trail up my back and to my shoulders and back down to my ass.
He pulled me even closer until our dicks were wedged between us and I could feel how hard we both were.
One of his hands went to my straining erection and I groaned against his mouth and reached down to grip him in return.
We stroked each other in tandem while we kissed sloppily. Neither of us fought for dominance. Our tongues coaxed each other softly. He focused on the top of my dick, his thumb rubbing the tip and gathering my precum to spread it down my shaft.
“Fuck.” I cursed against his mouth.
I let my hand slide down from his shaft to his balls and I massaged them carefully with one hand while the other slid to the side of Asante’s throat to angle his head to the side. I pulled back and looked in his face briefly before I leaned in and kissed his neck, then his shoulder.
Then, I almost came on the spot when he started to use both hands to pleasure me. He stroked quickly with one hand, the other cupping my balls. I sped up the way I was stroking him and added some pleasure while I licked up the side of his throat then bit him there.
“Fuck, Bishop.” He groaned and bit my bottom lip in return.
He started to twist his hand around my dick in that way he did that drove me fucking insane and I came shortly after, my dick twitching in his hand as he covered the top, collecting my cum before it could spread along the bottom of our stomachs.
I replaced his hand with mine, grabbing my dick to press it against Asante’s.
I stroked them in union, my hands keeping them pressed flush together.
Both of our gazes shifted down and we looked at how fucking good we looked together.
Asante backed me up against the shower wall and gripped my throat, slamming my head back against it. He pressed his forehead against mine. His eyes slammed shut and I caught his mouth with mine just in time for him to nut.
“There we go,” I grinned and licked along his mouth while he shuddered, his arm flexing while his hand was pressed against the shower wall.
We kissed one more time softly before we pulled ourselves apart and actually showered and when we climbed in bed, I wasn’t stressed about my impending wedding anymore.
It was hard to be stressed and be in bed with the love of my fucking life at the same time.