Chapter 30
Talk to Me
Bishop
“Here,eat this. You’ll feel better,” I say to Saga and kiss her forehead as I hand her a mug of coffee and a plate of greasy shit to fight off her hangover.
I frown as she turns away and continues to give me the silent treatment. Breakfast in bed seemed like a good start to get to the bottom of what’s going on. I woke to her ignoring me and acting as if I don’t exist.
It’s never been like this between us. Last night, when I carried her into the house, she opened her eyes long enough to tell I hurt her. Thrown and confused, I undressed her and got her into bed.
I went from perplexed to panicked when I couldn’t find her yesterday, but her bodyguard was still in the house. His ass was fired on the spot. For now, Dwayne will take over her security until we find a replacement. Losing my wife is unacceptable.
Other than my sons, she’s the most important thing in the world to me. I haven’t gotten a second of sleep all night. If I knew what was wrong, I could work to fix it.
I’ve been so fucking stressed out. Between putting out a new album for the first time in two years and trying to have another baby, I feel like the deck is stacked against me. When we didn’t get pregnant at first, we both shrugged it off.
Saga wanted to wait a year before trying, but once we started and nothing happened, we both got concerned. I’ve been telling her it’s fine, but deep down, I’m worried.
What if my years of partying and fucking around have come back to haunt me? My stomach twists each month when we find out we haven’t made a baby. It’s getting harder each month.
“Saga, baby. I need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”
She chews on a piece of toast and bacon, then places the plate down on the nightstand. I watch her every move. Like she’s a bird about to take flight.
My stomach churns, and I feel like I’ll be the one to get sick. How have I hurt her? I’m dying to know what I’ve done.
Her words have been ringing in my head all night. You hurt me. How?
“You tell me what’s going on. How does Fiona know we’re having trouble having a baby?” she snaps at me.
I jerk my head back. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Fiona is a singer-song writer the label wanted me to work with for this project. I’m well aware that Saga hasn’t been a fan of hers, but my hands have been tied.
Fiona is something the label wants. She’s decent enough so I haven’t bitched about it, but it’s not like we need her. I know what my fans like.
If I had it my way, I would have released her the moment she made Saga uncomfortable. I’m not interested, never have been. Saga’s not the jealous type, so if she feels something is off, I trust her.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” I say with a frown on my face.
“How does a woman who’s not my family or a friend know we’re having trouble having a baby when I haven’t told a soul? Not even my closest friend or my sister. How does she have intimate facts about our relationship?
“Facts she’d have to get from you. Are you fucking her and pillow talking?” She looks back at me searching my face with pleading eyes.
I stand and place my hands on my hips. Looking down at my wife, I try to piece together what she’s saying to me. The more her words sink in, the more pissed I get.
“Saga, I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about. Do you even understand how much I fucking love you? I don’t have a bone in my body that would allow me to hurt you.
“I’ve been holding you in my arms for months as we go through this. I’ve seen and felt your pain. Not only would I never share that with another woman, but I would also never cheat on you. I’d take my own life before I could ever,” I say.
She swallows hard and blinks a few times, looking down into her lap with a confused expression. I release my hair from its bun to run my hand through it, wanting to tug it from my scalp. This is the last thing I thought she would say this morning.
“Then how does she know?” she whispers.
“Fuck if I know. Babe, where is this coming from?”
I sit back down on the bed and pull her into my arms, kissing her forehead. I relax a little as she comes to me and settles into my arms. I can fix this. I can get us back to us.
She takes a deep breath. “Yesterday, she walked up on me and started talking about how I need to give you some space. We would have another baby once you’re able to focus on music and not trying to have a baby. How does she know our business, Bishop? Why was she talking to me like you’ve been pillow talking with her?
“What made her bold enough to think any of that was her place to do? She needs to go. That shit made me so uncomfortable in my own home.”
“Wait, what? Baby, look at me.”
She looks into my eyes. I cup her face and kiss her soft lips. I’m trying so hard to keep my shit together. This is why I didn’t want to do another album.
The music has been there, but I know the drama that the business brings. We’ve been in such a good place. I blame this all on me. I’ve invited this shit into our lives.
“I love you in ways that shouldn’t be possible. My love for you runs so deep I breathe it. I don’t know what’s going on or how she knows, but I swear she didn’t find out from my lips.
“What we say to each other is always between us. I’m going to get to the bottom of this and she’s gone one way or the other. I don’t need anyone trying to come between us. Especially not now. Why didn’t you come to me?”
She draws in a deep breath and swipes at her tears. I go to thumb the rest away for her. Even with a tear-soaked face she’s the most gorgeous woman in the world to me.
“I was so angry with you, and there were so many people here for you to record. I needed to clear my head before we spoke, so I went to see Rem. I … I didn’t believe you would do something like that, but it didn’t make sense. How could she know without you telling her?” she sobs.
“Shh, baby, I’ll take care of it.”
I kiss her lips, leaning in until she falls onto her back. I need to make love to my wife. After yesterday, I need to reassure myself we’re okay. I need to feel that connection between us.
Dragging the covers down, I push up my T-shirt I put on her last night and run my hand up her smooth thigh. I watch her body’s reaction to my touch. How could I not love this woman?
There’s a buzz coming off her skin, running through my palm and up my arm. Saga makes me feel alive. There is no other woman in the world for me.
“Hear my words, baby. I have never and will never betray you.” I cup her face. “I never did anything to hurt you, baby. I don’t have it in me to be able to. I love you so much, Saga.”
“I love you too.”
She reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. I shove my sweats down my hips and climb fully onto the bed with her. Taking my time, I kiss my way down her neck to her breasts.
Goosebumps rise on her skin as she shivers. I pull the sheets back up to cover her and pull her closer to my body heat. I then climb underneath the sheet with her and pull her thigh over my hip.
Sliding my hand around to her ass, I grasp it and squeeze as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. I continue to feast on her—her neck, breasts, her stomach—I taste every inch I can get my mouth on as I make the trip down her body. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I keep her on her side facing me as I begin to devour her pussy.
Placing a hand right above her ass, I guide her hips to rock against my face. I show her with my mouth that she’s the only one and I’d never share her secrets. She laces her fingers in my hair and tugs as I drink from her body, clawing my fingers over her silky thigh.
“Bishop, babe, please,” she cries out.
Once she comes in my mouth, I move up her body and crush her lips with my mouth. She moans as she gets a taste of herself from my lips. She sucks my lip into her mouth, causing me to growl.
I kiss her with more passion than I ever have. We both get lost in the kiss for a bit. Pulling her leg back to my hip, I slide into her tight, warm, sopping wet pussy.
“Bishop,” she gasps.
I place a hand on her ass and guide her to move with me as I set a sensual pace. A pace that stirs something within. Dipping my head, I draw her nipple into my mouth.
A groan rumbles in my chest as we work our bodies together. The connection between us heightens with each rock of our hips. I pull harder and deeper at her peak in my mouth before I allow it to slip free.
Lifting my head, I return to her mouth. She cups my face as I deepen the kiss. Pulling back, she looks into my eyes.
I’m so hard inside her. Needing my mouth on hers, I capture her lips once again. I swirl my tongue in her mouth until we begin to battle each other for dominance. Eventually, she surrenders and allows me to take over.
“Only you can do this to me. I love you. I only ever want you. No one can come between this,” I say into her mouth.
Placing my hand between her breasts, I look into her eyes as I passionately rock into her—thrusting deeper and with more power. Saga claws at my shoulder, moving her hand to my back where she caresses my skin.
I plant my foot on the mattress to thrust deeper into her. This feels like us. My mind is only on her and I can feel she’s with me. A part of me knows this has been what’s missing.
I think we allowed life to get too noisy. For that, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean for us to lose sight of each other.
Saga should never feel like she can’t talk to me. She always comes first. I will make this right.
“Bishop, oh my God,” she cries as she pushes her hands into my sweaty hair.
“Making love to you completes me. We’ll have another baby. I promise,” I say into her ear.
“I love you so much, Bishop. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Just come to me first next time. I love you,” I breathe as I spill into her.
I press my forehead to hers and absorb her love as I push mine into her. In this moment, I know we’re going to be fine. If I have to release this next album without the label, I will. Fiona has to go.
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Knight
“Why isthe room breathing so loud?” Rem groans as she sits up and holds her head.
I snicker at her as I lean in and kiss the top of her head. She takes the mug of coffee I have in my hand and lifts her face to me. I peck her lips and smile as I take a seat on the side of the bed next to her.
“I don’t think the room is breathing, baby.”
“Ugh, yes, it is, and it’s spinning. What the fuck did they put in those drinks?”
I laugh a little harder. She has slept in most of the morning. I knew she was going to pay for yesterday when she woke.
“I don’t know what you were drinking, but we have to go there together one night. Sounds like my kind of bartender. You were totally shitfaced last night.”
“Did Saga get home?”
I lift a brow at her. “Yeah, baby. We dropped her off.”
“I should call her and check in.”
“You want to tell me what all that was about?”
She chews on her lip as she searches my face. I don’t push, because I’m sure this is one of those moments when being in-laws muddies the waters. My mind is still on her words from last night.
She wants to love me.
I get ready to see if I can lead us into a conversation that will get her to confess those feelings out loud while sober, but her phone rings. She covers her forehead and groans. I grab the offending device and answer it for her.
“Hello.”
“Knight?”
I chuckle as Rem scoots back down in the bed and covers her head with the sheets. I shake my head at her. I’ll have to get her some aspirin and I plan to make her breakfast.
“Hey, Saga. How are you feeling?”
“Like a truck ran me over.”
“Sounds about right. Rem looks like she was standing right next to you while it happened.”
“Is that why you’re answering her phone?”
“Pretty much.”
“Can you tell her I was wrong and we worked everything out,” Saga murmurs.
I want to fist pump the air. Reminisce can’t use this as a reason we shouldn’t be together. I knew my brother would fix whatever’s going on.
“Sure, I’ll let her know.”
“Thanks. Tell her to call me later.”
“I’ve got you, sis. Feel better.”
With that, we both hang up. I go to relay the message, but Rem jumps up out of the bed racing for the bathroom.
“Today is going to be fun,” I mutter as I go to follow her.