5. Bishop
bishop
. . .
The night had taken a turn, sobering considerably since the stage lights went dark at the bar. I rode up in the passenger seat of Keith’s truck while the girls sat in the back eating soft tacos they insisted we pick up.
A small-town Taco Bell drive-thru on a Saturday night was my own personal kind of hell. It’d taken us over thirty minutes to even grab our food, all while Lennox and Cleo complained about being hungry.
I was too, just not for food.
As the girls kept to themselves, I shot the shit with Keith, talking about all the work we had to do to prepare for baling hay in the upcoming weeks. We were already behind, but given the wet spring we’d had, we still needed to hold off.
Keith pulled through the massive black gate that marked the beginning of the ranch, driving up the winding road until he reached the main house. “Want me to drive you down to your cabin, man?” he asked, resting his hand on the steering wheel.
“Naw, it’s a pretty night. I’ll walk,” I said, hopping out. I hurried to the back, opened the door, and lent a hand to help the girls down. Cleo took it with a smile, said goodnight, thanked Keith for driving us, and then she walked into the house without looking back.
Meanwhile, Lennox had taken one look, eyeing me like I was covered in cow shit and hopped out on the other side. I half expected her to have disappeared by the time Keith drove off, but there she was, standing beneath the full moon in all her glory.
Goddammit, she was beautiful.
“Whatcha staring at, Bish? See something you like?”
I scratched my beard, wondering if I should answer her honestly or not. It felt like boundaries had been pushed at the bar, but none that we couldn’t take back. Now, the question was where to draw the line? Harmless flirting and teasing were fine. It went hand in hand with the same shit we did now.
But saying what was on my mind felt like it bordered on inappropriate.
We weren’t in the bar anymore, letting the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke cloud our decisions.
Instead, we were standing on her ranch and my home.
By all accounts, we should have gone back to hating one another the moment we crossed the property line.
“Sure do, killer.” Lennox blinked, looking taken aback by my honesty, which made two of us because I hadn’t expected it to slip out so easily. “Even if I shouldn’t.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” She cocked her head to the side. “But aren’t you tired of doing what you should do? Don’t you ever wanna be a little reckless?”
I laughed. “Never been one to throw caution to the wind. There’s too much to lose.”
She took a step forward. “Like what?”
“All this,” I said, spreading my arms wide.
I tipped my head back, breathing in the Texas air.
It was hot and humid as hell, but something about it centered me.
It was my anchor. When I looked back to where she'd just been, I realized she was now standing a few feet away. “I don’t wanna lose this. ”
“What makes you so sure you will? I mean, I don’t think Dad’s gonna toss you on your ass anytime soon.”
“Eh, I don’t like the unknown,” I said, shoving my hands in my pockets. It was taking all I had not to reach out and pull Lennox closer, not to wrap her silvery blonde hair in my fingers and tug her head back. “Not my thing.”
“How do you know it’s not your thing if you haven’t tried it?” she asked, sweeping my face with curious eyes.
“You ever just know something without knowing why you know it?” She nodded. “Okay, well, it’s like that.”
“You need to live a little, Bish. Life on the sidelines is dull. You’re gonna be too busy watching it pass you by.”
“Shit, killer,” I said, laughing. “Where did that come from?”
Lennox crossed her arms over her chest, popping her hip out in that sassy as fuck way she always did. “I’m full of great wisdom. Just because you’re too busy brushing me off as a kid doesn’t mean I am.”
“Don’t I fucking know it,” I mumbled. The way I was looking and thinking about her now was far from the way I did when she was a brat running around the barn. She annoyed the shit out of me growing up, and I never let her forget it.
Lennox stepped forward, plucking the hat from my head and setting it on her own. “Isn't there a rule about this?"
"You know there is," I said through gritted teeth. I struggled just I had at the bar when she'd done the same damn thing, wanting to pull her into the shadows and have my way with her.
She smiled. "What would you say about being a little reckless, huh? How does that sound?”
“What’d you have in mind?”
Her smile was infectious, and I knew I was fucking done for. “Were you all talk earlier?”
“Fuck no,” I growled. One of my hands landed on her hip as the other wound in her hair, wrapping it around my fist like I’d imagined doing all night. “When I say I’m gonna do something, killer, I fucking do it.”
Lennox let out a soft moan that went straight to my dick. “Is that right, Bish? You think you’re up to the challenge?”
“What challenge would that be? ‘Cause it sure won’t be making you come. I could do that shit without thinking.”
“I prefer actions over words,” she whispered, our lips a hair's breadth away. I leaned forward on instinct. A taunt . The barest hint of a kiss.
This wouldn’t be anything more than sex—one night of our dirtiest fantasies coming to life. Come sunrise, things between us would go back to normal, and we’d go back to fussin’ and fightin’.
But not tonight.
“You want actions, huh?” I asked, just before throwing her over my shoulder like I had earlier. I let my hand ride up, brushing the inside of her thigh. Her panties were soaked, the wetness coating her skin. Goddamn, this was better than any dream. “I’ll show you actions.”
We were on one another the moment we reached my cabin. I tore through the door, slamming Lennox against the nearest wall. Picture frames fell to the floor with a clatter as she latched onto my neck, licking and sucking, while I lifted her dress above her hips.
A pair of bright blue underwear caught my eye, though the center was a deep navy where she’d soaked through. “Goddamn, baby. This all from me?”
She moaned as I pressed myself against her aching center, moving her hips against my belt buckle. “Needy girl,” I panted, pulling back to watch her grind down on the metal like a wanton little slut.
I slipped my hand between us, pulling Lennox’s panties to the side.
The sight of her bare pussy was nearly enough to make me come in my pants.
Her lips were slick, coated in her arousal, and glistening in the light coming from the small lamp in the corner.
God, I wanted to taste it, to make her come so hard she drowned me in it.
Reaching down, I slid my thumb along her folds, watching with an open mouth as I parted her. Wetness coated my digit, and I brought it up to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She moved her hips, chasing her pleasure. “Please, Bishop… Oh my God. Yes, right there.”
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“This pussy needs someone to take care of it, huh? Bet those other mother fuckers you’ve been with didn’t know what it needed.”
“No,” she said, gasping as I pressed harder on her center. “They didn’t.”
“That’s a damn shame. I could watch this for hours, watch you soak my jeans as you come from this alone.”
“Bishop, please,” she said, pressing against my chest. Her pupils were blown wide with lust.
“You want my cock? Is that what you’re looking for? Need something to take away that ache?”
Lennox whimpered, nodding her head as I loosened my hold on her waist. She landed on her feet, undoing the clasp of my buckle before sinking to her knees. Her hairline was beaded with sweat, like she was physically burning up.
“Thinking ‘bout my dick got you hot, killer?”
“Fuck yes,” she said, pulling on the zipper with shaky hands.
I let my pants fall around my thighs, reaching inside my boxers and freeing my cock. Her mouth dropped as I stroked myself, wiping the bead of moisture at my head with my thumb. She licked her lips. “You want a taste of what you do to me?”
Lennox opened her mouth without question, sticking her tongue out for me to run the pad of my thumb along the gentle ridges.
She hummed in pleasure, dipping her eyes to where my cock jutted between us.
With the other hand, I brought it forward, letting the crown rest there.
“Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Lennox? Letting me use you like this?”
She let out a needy noise as I pushed in further. I was trying so hard not to blow right here, but I’d never seen a prettier sight. It’d been too damn long since I’d had a set of lips wrapped around me, and none of them compared to how she felt.
“It’s nice to see this mouth can do more than talk shit,” I said, picking up a slow, steady pace. Lennox was kneeling at my feet, hands gripping her own thighs like she was trying to restrain herself. Something about that sight made me cocky, how she was willing to let me do anything I wanted.
We may not have ever gotten along, but this showed she trusted me. For some reason, that made my chest ache just a bit.
I pressed in further, holding my cock in her mouth until her eyes watered.
I’d told her I wanted to watch her makeup run down her face, and I was determined to deliver.
“You look at me while you have my fucking cock stuffed down your throat.” Lennox’s eyes snapped up, lined with pretty tears.
I pulled back, loving the sound she made as she gasped for breath.
“Oh God,” she said, covering her mouth and scrambling to her feet. She pushed past me, running to the kitchen.
I turned to follow, tucking myself back in my boxers, when I heard her retch. “Shit, shit, shit,” I cursed, trying to step forward. In all my haste, I tripped over my jeans. They’d fallen to my ankles and gotten tangled there. I caught myself on my couch, kicking them off in a hurry.
As I rounded the corner, I saw Lennox hunched over my sink. She held her hair back with one hand while the other was braced on the edge to hold herself up. I ran my hand down my face, feeling like the world’s biggest ass.
I fucking knew Taco Bell wasn’t a good idea.
“Go away,” she said, holding her arm out. Her hair fell back around her face, sticking there as she retched again.
“Not a chance in hell,” I muttered, padding over and holding it back for her. This shit didn’t bother me. If I couldn’t handle bodily functions and foul smells, I couldn’t do my job. I came home covered in some variation of animal shit and blood more times than I liked.
I ran my free hand along her back in circles until her body seemed done purging everything from her system. It didn’t look like she’d consumed much today. She rested her forehead against the cold porcelain, sucking in a ragged breath. “Stupid fucking tacos,” she groaned.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come on, killer. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lennox tried to protest as I bent forward and scooped her up, but it was weak. I sat her down on the edge of my bed, stepping back to examine the situation. The neckline of her dress had fallen victim to vomit splatter. She didn’t protest as I pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor.
“I can’t sleep naked, Bish,” she said, pouting as she wrapped her arms around her middle.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Gimme a second,” I said, going to my dresser and pulling out a plain white shirt. “Alright, let’s put this on.”
Lennox raised her hands as I slid it over her body.
It came down below her thighs. If this was a different situation, I would’ve loved seeing her sitting on my bed and wearing my clothes.
The sight shouldn’t have looked as good as it did, and I mentally berated myself as I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a warm washcloth.
She didn’t speak as I came back, gently washing away any lingering traces of her being sick. “I don’t have all the fancy shit you probably use to take off your makeup, so this is gonna have to do.”
“Ugh,” she said, closing her eyes and curling into a ball when I was done. “My face is going to hate me in the morning.”
I chuckled. “Oh, I think your head might hate you more. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”
Lennox opened one eye, glaring. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“Anytime,” I said, with a little salute. “Let me get you some water and medicine so we can lessen the damage.”
The best thing about living on the ranch was the well water. I didn’t have to worry about filling a filtered pitcher or any of that shit. I went back to the kitchen, grabbed an insulated glass, and filled it to the brim.
By the time I got back to my bedroom, I was greeted by Lennox’s snores. Her mouth was open, letting out a sound I didn’t know someone so dainty could make. I momentarily leaned against the doorframe, watching her chest's soft rise and fall.
The night might not have ended as expected, but I was okay with that. Seeing her here, in my bed, was somehow gratifying enough. Come tomorrow, I knew she’d wake up hating me.