Chapter Twelve – Bishop
I took a long shower that night. Not because I was, you know, doing stuff in there, but because my mind drifted off when I stood there under the showerhead, letting the hot water pelt my back.
I loved her. She loved me. She also loved Priest and Deacon, and they each loved her in return, but I wasn’t going to get caught up in that part.
I was in love. I was in love with the girl I thought I’d never see again, my childhood best friend, the girl who got me into music to start with. It was such a light, funny feeling—and not funny in the ha-ha sense, but more like the ironic or bizarre way.
It felt good. I felt giddy, smitten, on cloud nine. I couldn’t remember a feeling similar to this in my entire life. Nothing could ever compare.
That’s why I lost so much time in the shower, why it took me so long to wash up. When I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel, I moved in front of the vanity as I dried off. My dirty clothes were on a pile on the floor. I’d been so lost in what transpired in Angel’s bathroom that I’d forgotten to get myself a new set for nighttime.
I wrapped the towel around my midsection and ran a hand through my damp brown hair. It needed a trim. When it was weighed down by water, it was long enough to start bothering me, which meant it’d soon start to bother me when it was dry, too.
But my thoughts of my hair and how it needed a cut were once again pushed down by thoughts of Angel. Of Maggie. No one else knew her real name; it was something we alone shared. Maybe we wouldn’t share it forever. Eventually the guys might ask, and she might tell them, but for now, it was a secret between us.
I pushed out of the bathroom, my intent to get some clothes out of my closet, but the moment I stepped out, I froze. My gaze landed on someone laying on my bed—though, once she saw me walk out, she hurriedly sat up.
Speaking of my angel.
I walked toward the bed, asking, “What’s going on?” My bedroom door was closed, meaning she’d snuck in while I was in the bathroom. How long had she been in here? And, for that matter, what was she doing in here?
“Um, nothing, I just…” She sat at the foot of the bed, watching as I approached her, her words failing her when she let her gaze drop to my chest.
Oh, right. I was wearing a towel and nothing else. Maybe I should put some clothes on.
I turned away from her, walking to my closet. “Let me get dressed.” I was always down to spend some time with her, and when it was just us… let’s just say I enjoyed those times the most.
Nothing against the guys, but it’s nice to have some one-on-one time with Angel.
Angel must’ve slipped off my bed and ran for me, because by the time I reached my closet door in the opposite end of the room, she’d reached me. I had a hand on the handle the exact same moment she placed a tentative hand on my arm to stop me. “No, wait,” she whispered, and those two words, combined with the way she touched me, stopped me dead in my tracks.
I was slow in turning toward her, and when I did, I found she stood close, her head angled back, her blue eyes wide. God, those eyes of hers… I didn’t think I’d ever seen a bluer pair. They were gorgeous.
Something in my lower half stirred when she didn’t take her hand off my arm, when neither of us could look away. Neither of us said anything more, and what felt like an eternity passed.
She swallowed. Hard. And then she took her hand off my arm, letting it fall to her side. “I… I want—” She couldn’t finish, but the way her stare held mine told me enough.
My heart was a drum in my chest, beating so hard I could hear it, let alone feel the blood starting to pump a little faster throughout my body. “You want,” I paused, my fingers twitching, “what?”
I needed her to say it, just to be one hundred percent sure this wasn’t in my head, that I wasn’t picking up signs that weren’t there. I never wanted to push her, force her into something she didn’t want. If she wanted it, she had to say it.
And once it was said, it’d be all over for me.
Who was I trying to kid? It was already over. It’d been over for me from the first moment I’d seen her. Deep down, a part of me had known it, and when I’d found out she’d known who I was all along and hadn’t forgotten me, that feeling had only been reinforced.
Angel swallowed again. After, something in her changed, and she pushed past the hesitancy to say, “I want you.” Just three words, three words that, in retrospect, might mean nothing compared to the I-love-yous we’d shared earlier, but in this moment, those three words meant everything.
She barely got the words out before I brought my hands to her head, tangling my fingers in her hair and bringing her closer to me. I angled my head down and crashed my lips to hers, kissing her so hard and so fast my head spun.
God, I wanted this girl so freaking bad, I couldn’t think straight. How the hell had I lasted this long without her? How in the world had I survived pretending I didn’t know her just because I was hurt she didn’t remember me? What a fool I’d been. What wasted time.
Neither of us said a word more. We couldn’t. If we did, we’d have to tear our mouth off the other, and that would be a crime in and of itself. No, the time for words had passed. Now was a time of action.
Tasting her sweet, soft lips on mine, I pushed her body back toward my bed. Small, baby steps. When we reached the side of my bed, my hands dropped to the bottom hem of her shirt, and I had to take my mouth off hers to help lift it up and over her head. I dropped it to the floor beside us, meeting her eyes once more.
The way she looked at me, fuck, it made me feel something. No, more like made me feel everything . Angel looked up at me like I was the world and she was just now discovering its wonders.
My mouth met hers again, and this time she moaned into the kiss. I swallowed up the sound, feeling it in my core. My lower half had started to stir the very second I’d realized what she wanted, and I’d be a liar if I said I was taking my time.
No, I couldn’t take my time when I was going crazy not having her. Slow and steady could win a future race. This one had to be won by getting this girl naked and in my bed as quickly as possible.
My hands slipped behind her back and found the clasp of her bra. At least I was able to take off her damned bra without taking my mouth off hers; it’d physically hurt to stop kissing those lips right now.
Her bra fell away, and I wrapped my arms around her lower back and hoisted her up, lifting her up and onto my bed and sitting her on the edge. My fingers dropped to her waist, hooking into her leggings. I tore them off as much as I could without pulling my mouth off hers, and then I had to jerk my body away from hers to finish taking them off.
And then… God, and then she was in front of me, sitting on my bed, her legs draping off the side of it, completely naked.
She was more than gorgeous. She was unbelievably sexy, her cheeks already flushed, pupils dilated with desire. Her full lips were parted, and she panted—and with every pant, that immaculate chest of hers rose and fell, drawing my gaze.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
If my cock wasn’t already hard as a rock beneath my towel, it’d be now. Staring at her naked figure, you couldn’t not want her. Wanting to have her, wanting to claim her, wanting to feel her body beneath yours… no guy in their right mind wouldn’t want that when faced with Angel.
Angel leaned forward as she outstretched an arm. It took me a moment to realize she wasn’t reaching for me; she was going for my towel, and once her fingertips brushed against it, she yanked it loose. The towel cascaded off me, forgotten as it fell to the floor, my hard length exposed for both of us to see.
Her breath caught as she stared, taking it in, taking every inch of me in as her cheeks turned even redder. She said not a word, only reaching for my hand, as if she was trying to pull me to the bed.
I got on the bed with her, helping her up to my pillow, her white hair splaying all around her head the second she laid back. I didn’t worry about yanking down the sheets; right now, all I could think about was spreading those legs and burying myself inside her.
Making love. Fucking. Whatever you wanted to call it, it didn’t matter.
I kissed her again, and this time her lips felt different on mine. Better. Softer. More enticing. But then again, maybe that was just because I could feel every inch of her bared skin beneath me as my body ground against hers. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest, igniting a fire deep within me. I could kiss her all night.
But I needed more. And, since she was here, since she’d come to me, I knew she needed more, too. She chose me. She’d picked me to be her first. Something like that was an ego boost like nothing else could ever hope to be.
I tore my mouth off hers and gazed deep into her eyes. As I held myself up over her with my forearms, I whispered, “Are you on anything? Do you want me to use protection? ”
Priest had been kind enough to share his supply of condoms when we’d started to date her. We’d gotten tested, too, just in case. We were all clean, but we didn’t know if she was on any sort of birth control.
And better safe than sorry, for obvious reasons.
“I have an IUD,” she whispered. “I… I just want to feel you, Cody.” She used my real name, and hearing it come from her lips in such an intimate moment made my lower half ache.
She wouldn’t have to tell me twice. I was more than happy to fill her up with no barriers between us, to feel her tight, warm cunt wrapped around my cock with no barrier in between. We’d come together and be as close as we could possibly be.
Oh, fuck. I needed to be inside her right fucking now.
I kissed her lips once, then her chin, and then my face moved to her neck, trailing kisses all the way. Her legs were closed under me, so I had to reach down in between us and spread them. I then leaned an arm beside her head to help prop me up while my other hand went to my cock to guide it where it needed to go.
My head hovered over hers, a few inches above, and we locked eyes. We both breathed hard, our bodies raring to go for more. Angel didn’t say anything, not that I thought she would change her mind, but you never knew.
She didn’t. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and knowing that gave me a sense of satisfaction nothing else could.
I bore my hips down on her once the tip of my cock found her entrance. My cock pushed inside her inch after inch, and I watched Angel shut her eyes. She moaned. I didn’t know if it hurt, but she didn’t stop me, so I kept going until her core took every inch of me it could.
Holy shit, was she tight. Tight and warm and amazing in all the ways I knew she would be. My body shuddered when I was fully inside her, my cock buried deep in her pussy, and I had to take a moment to regain myself. Being inside her, I felt like I could lose it, like I could let the animal inside take over.
I never wanted to leave the space between her legs.
I breathed out a hard breath, leaning my face against hers as I slowly withdrew my hips before pushing into her again. “You feel so good,” I murmured. “How does it feel for you? Does it hurt?” I wanted to pick up my pace, but if she was in pain, I’d keep it slow… for now.
“I’m okay,” she said, slowly bringing her hands to my sides to hold onto me. She nodded once, wordlessly telling me to keep going.
So I did. I rocked my hips in an agonizingly slow pace, dragging my cock in and out of her again and again. I couldn’t get over how great her body felt. It was seriously like her pussy was made for me, like it was meant to take my cock.
I couldn’t get enough. I literally couldn’t get enough. Angel had become my drug, and I was an addict who couldn’t get enough. She filled me with life, made me feel so alive. This girl, by a twist of fate, had become everything to me.
After a while, I picked up my pace, rocking my hips faster as I plunged my cock deep into her core. Her body swayed underneath mine, her tits heaving with every thrust. Her eyes were nothing more than slits staring up at me, watching me as I fucked her, and her hands never left my sides.
She moaned, arching her back and allowing me to pummel her deeper. I took a hand to her chest, pawing at a tit, rubbing my thumb over her pebbled nipple. The action drew out another moan from her, every bit of her skin flushed with heat.
I wanted to make her come. I wanted to feel what it was like when those inner walls clamped down on my length.
I leaned my face down, kissing her jaw as my hips kept up their pace. I toyed with her nipple, tweaking and pinching, taking my time in finding out what made her moan the loudest. Once I figured out what she liked, I kept at it. I played with both tits while I relentlessly fucked her.
“I…” Angel started to say, but whatever else she might’ve said died in the back of her throat when her body was suddenly wracked with trembling. The muscles in her body tensed, and she threw her head back and let out a muffled, “Oh, God.” The hands holding onto my sides clenched, nails digging into me hard enough to elicit pain—but I didn’t care.
No, I didn’t care because I was too busy moaning as I felt her pussy’s walls tighten and clamp down around my cock.
Holy hell. It felt so good I wanted to come right then and there, burst inside her and coat those inner walls with my cum. As her body spasmed under mine, mine shuddered over hers, my cock pounding her core even harder.
The part of me that wanted to last and last fell to the wayside. My balls clenched, my cock twitching inside her core. I couldn’t stop myself.
I lurched against her, pushing my cock as deep as it could go inside her as a groan escaped me. My eyelids slammed shut the same moment my cock spewed its seed straight into her sweet pussy. I emptied myself inside her, a full load of hot cum.
My chest rose and fell with haggard, uneven breaths, and I was measured in pulling out of her. I looked down to my cock, finding its hard length had a bit of blood on it. Not a lot, but more than I thought I’d see.
So, even though I wanted to lay there with her, I rolled off her and got to my feet beside the bed. “Come on,” I said as I offered her a hand. “Let’s go wash up.”
Angel said not a word as she slipped her hand into mine and let me help her up. Once she was on her feet beside me, I pulled her along to the bathroom, where I got us both in the shower and turned the water on. Still warm after my recent shower.
The space was big enough for more than one person. A walk-in shower with a single drain in the middle of the floor, along with a small corner seat with a black granite top. I took Angel’s face in my hands and backed her up to the wall beneath the showerhead, kissing her hard to show her that my hunger for her hadn’t dwindled after that. If anything, it had grown.
With her back against the tile, she shivered, but she melted into me all the same. I only broke the kiss to say, “I hope that wasn’t awful for you.”
She licked her lower lip as she shook her head once. “It wasn’t. It was… a little different, at first, but it was nice.” Her mouth curled into a tiny smile after that, and that smile was one that could easily push me off a cliff.
“I hear it only gets better,” I told her, matching her grin with one of my own before lowering my mouth back to hers.
Let’s just say we put that to the test, right there in the shower, and maybe it was just me patting my own back, but I think Angel enjoyed herself again.