Chapter 18
18
Bishop
I slam my foot into my kickstand and start up my bike. Anger rages through my body. At Anais for leaving with that guy. At that guy for existing. And at myself for being so upset by the whole thing.
I’ve repeated the words let her go over and over again. I keep trying to convince myself that what I feel for her is misplaced. But seeing her tonight when I turned that corner, the two of them locked in a passionate kiss, made me realize that the only thing misplaced is my denial.
I weave in and out of the lanes, bypassing cars without a care for my safety. My mind is swirling with images of her in his arms, in his bed, and my anger reaches epic proportions. I black out as I drive and when I come to, I find myself sitting in the parking lot nearest Anais’ dorm.
I know damn well she isn’t here, but I still search the sea of cars for hers, but there’s no sight of the little blue car. I drop my head back, breathing in the thick and humid air, and war with myself over what to do now.
The smart thing to do is start this bike back up, drive home and bury every memory I have of Anais, never to be revisited. I just can’t get my body to do what my brain tells me to. I sit there, perched on my bike for five more minutes then decide it’s time to go home.
I replace my helmet on my head and take one last look around before starting up my bike. In the distance, a pair of headlights comes into view and begins circling the lot, looking for a place to park. I watch it and when the street lamp hits it, illuminating the bright blue, I pull my helmet off and begin stomping my way towards it.
The car finally comes to rest near the back in a dark corner, the most dangerous spot for a young woman to park, and the engine falls silent. I wait for the door to open but after a minute of no movement, I decide to approach.
I step up to the driver's side door and spot Anais with her head resting against the steering wheel, eyes closed and mouth moving as if she’s talking to herself. I tap on the window and it has her yelping with fright.
She looks at me and glares, grabbing her purse and flinging the door open.
“What are you doing here?” she seethes.
“I don’t know.” My voice is far louder than it needs to be, and I dial it back. “What are you doing here? I thought you went home with baseball boy.”
She begins walking away, the lights on her car flashing, and says, “Well that was the plan until you came and fucked it all up. He told me to go home and think about it because he won’t be played. Funny thing, I’m the one being played like a fucking fiddle.”
I follow closely behind her as she makes her way closer to her dorm.
“Smart man. I’m sure you would have woken up and regretted your decision.”
She screeches to halt and spins around. “The only decision I regret is thinking you cared about me. You’re a bastard, Bishop Michaels, and you used me. You used me then tossed me aside like I didn’t even matter. ”
A lone tear trickles down her face and on instinct, I reach out to wipe it away. She slaps my hand away and takes two steps back.
“Just go away. You’ve done enough damage. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She rushes forward and begins pounding on my chest, her tiny fists striking blow after blow.
She cries angry sobs and I let her get it all out before taking hold of her wrists and stopping her.
“You think I used you? That I don’t care for you? I wish I didn’t care so goddamn much, but I do. I think of you morning, noon, and night. I wonder where you are, what you’re doing. What’s making you smile? Who’s making you laugh? And it eats me up that I can’t be the one to do that.”
“So because you can’t be the one to do all of that, you’ve decided no one else can either?” Her head moves side to side. “Well I’m sorry Bishop, but you can’t have your cake and eat it too. I’m done with you.”
She yanks away from me and spins around, ready to stomp away. But I’ll be damned if it ends like this.
“You wanna fucking bet.” I reach out and snatch her arm again.
Her body flies backward and I catch it, facing her towards me and claiming that damn smart mouth with mine. She tries to speak but her words are no more than a jumbled mess. I grip her face, my large hand squeezing her cheeks, and it silences whatever was to come.
I feel her small hands glide up and over my chest, then wrap around my neck, her nails digging into my scalp. I moan and heft her up into my arms and perch her firm ass on my forearms.
Our kiss is furious as we claw at one another, trying to crawl inside the other’s skin. She bites my lip and the sting has my eyes flying open, only to see a devilish smirk on her face.
“I’ll let that one slide, but try that shit again and I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that ass,” I tell her, only semi embellishing.
“Promise?” She asks. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Coach Michaels.”
“Only you, Anais. You’re the only one I want to make feel that way.” Her eyes are dazzling even under the harsh fluorescent lights. “Come home with me.”
Her smile drops and she studies my face. Those big brown eyes of hers searching for the answer to the question I can see written all over.
“No more pushing and pulling. I promise,” I assure her.
I begin to worry when she looks around, like she’s trying to find someone to give her the answer.
Finally, she eases my nerves by saying, “Okay. But please Bishop, don’t do it if you’re just going to kick me out again. I don’t think I can take it a second time.”
I run my thumb across her bottom lip and tell her, “Not a chance, my little butterfly.”
Without putting her down, I stride over to where my bike is, and set her down gently. Our eyes remain locked as I settle my helmet on her, having forgotten the extra one I have. Once it’s securely in place, I climb on, her hands immediately wrapping around my waist, and smile a sigh of relief.
I pull my bike into the garage and barely get the kickstand down before Anais is yanking off the helmet and trying to climb off.
“Hold on a minute. I got you.” I have some difficulty sliding my leg off without hitting her, but I get it done and swiftly lift her up.
Her small purse is still flung across her body and I take it from her. She watches me with a keen and questioning eye as I gently hold it by the strap.
“What are you doing?” she finally asks .
“I don’t want anything to happen to it,” I explain.
“Why would something happen to it? Is there a burglar waiting just inside to snatch it from me? That’s what you’re here for. Protection big guy.” She smiles and winks and it melts my damn heart.
“Nah. No burglar sweetheart. I just don’t want it breaking or something like that when I do this.”
I crouch down, my shoulder pressing against her thighs, and wrap my hand around her legs as I stand to my full height.
“Bishop!” she yelps hanging with her ass next to my face and her torso bent over my back.
Her hand immediately grabs my waist and she smacks my ass with the other. I slam my fist into the garage opener and it rolls down. Pushing through the door into the entryway, I take the stairs two at a time, reaching the main living space in no time. I don’t even give it a second look as I rush past and over to the second set of stairs that leads to my third floor master suite. Anais laughs as she bounces when I move so fast that my feet barely touch the ground.
“In a hurry, Coach?”
“You have no idea.” I reach my door and burst in like a fire is chasing me.
The room is dark and I flip the switch nearest the door to illuminate the space. My steps are heavy and echo over the hardwood floors as I hurry towards my bed. I slide Anais gently down my body, every inch of her touching every inch of me, until her feet are firmly on the ground.
Her big round eyes stare up at me, wild with anticipation. I run the back of my fingers across her soft skin, her eyes closing as she leans into me. My mouth aches to taste her. Her neck, her lips, her skin. Every inch of flesh that I can lay my mouth on.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask her, praying to God she doesn’t say no because at this moment, I may die if she does.
“I’m positive.” Her voice is confident and sure and leaves me no room to question her true feelings.
I urge her to sit back on the mattress, but end up scooping her up and plopping her down after she struggles to easily sit on the tall bed .
I pat my thigh and point at her foot. Her white sneaker covered foot lands softly, and I slowly untie it. I slip it off along with the sock, then move to repeat it on the other foot.
“I bet if you go a little slower, I may turn one year older by the time I’m fully undressed.” She bites back her smirk and I pinch her side.
“Little brat. I can move faster, but I didn’t think you’d like me ripping your clothing to shreds,” I challenged.
Her small smile falters, then she says, “Rip it off. All of it.”
I swing into motion, tearing her clothes off without literally ripping them, until she’s left in soft pink lace. She leans back on her elbows and brings her knees up as if she’s hiding behind them.
I know better by now that my little butterfly is a tease. I’ll let her play for a bit, let her have her fun, but I’ll say when enough is enough.
She rubs her legs against each other, beckoning me to caress her smooth skin, and my fingers twitch to do just that. Two can play this game and I can give as good as I get.
I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, balling it up and throwing it to the corner of my room. My belt whips through the air with a crack when I pull it with one hand and toe off my boots. I flip the button open, her eyes watching every flick of my fingers as they move.
My jeans hit the floor and I step out, leaving me in just my boxer briefs and a fucking hard-on that has a mind of its own. I hear Anais’ breath stutter as if her lungs can’t fit in all the air she’s inhaling.
I rest my fists on the mattress and move closer before remembering a condom. I reach over, stretching as far as I can like my old catching days, and grab a row. I toss them on the bed and look back at Anais whose body is quivering.
“Anais. I need you to be honest with me.” She swallows and nods her head. “Are you a virgin?”
“No. I’ve…I’ve done it before,” she whispers and I feel my blood pressure rise, my ears burning hot with anger.
“I’m not going to think about that right now otherwise I’m likely to track down the fucker and squeeze the life out of him. I just wanted to know how careful I need to be.”
“I, uh, only did it once so…” her words trail off as her eyes turn in embarrassment.
I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and lift her face to meet my gaze.
“Look at me, baby girl. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but I am glad you told me because now I know to take my time with you.”
“No. It’s okay. You don’t ha–”
“Baby girl. You’re going to want me to go slow. We don’t want to rush this. As badly as I’d like to ravage you right now, we’ll save that for another time. But tonight we’ll take our time.” I lean down and place a gentle kiss on her lips and her body immediately relaxes, her arms and legs circling me and tugging me closer.
My body reacts, poking at her, and she rolls her hips.
“Let’s get you ready, first.” Her eyes fly open, shining under the light, and she bites her lip.
“Can you turn off the lights?” she asks.
“Fuck. No. There’s no way in hell I’m going to miss one second of seeing this gorgeous body or what your beautiful face looks like when you come. Lights stay on, baby girl.”
I push back, standing to my feet, and take her hands in mine and pull her to sit. She stares up at me as I reach behind her and undo the clasp of her pink bra. It pops open and turns slack. I slowly guide the straps down until I have freed her arms and toss it onto the floor behind me. Silently I take the same care with her underwear, carefully removing them and throwing them aside, leaving her naked in front of me.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit between my teeth.
This woman is a goddamn masterpiece. Her small waist that leads to her round hips and the plump ass she sits on, and tits that are beckoning me to suck on them. She clamps her legs closely together, trying to hide herself from me. My hands slide between them, pushing her legs wide and splaying her open for me .
“Don’t hide from me. Show me that tight, little pussy. I want to see my meal before I devour it.” My eyes lick across her body and stop at the glistening spot at her apex.
I hiss at the sight, and part her pussy lips with my thumbs, readying her for a taste. I dip my head and swipe my tongue right up her seam, closing my eyes and sighing at how sweet she is.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, and I know exactly how she feels.
I lick again, coating my tongue so I only taste her, and bury my nose between her legs. My mouth has never had anything so good before, and I could spend hours eating her.
One hand glides up her body until her breast is gripped firmly in it. I pinch her nipple and her hips buck. Gently, I push two fingers inside of her and curl them, slowly stroking her as I work to bring her to her first orgasm.
“Oh my god, Bishop. Keep doing that,” she pleads.
“With pleasure baby.”
I set forth a punishing pace, barely giving her a chance to breathe much less move an inch. My dick grows harder and harder, begging for release as precum drips from the head. But I remind myself of how much better it will feel when she can open up to me fully and enjoy how my dick strokes inside of her.
I double down my efforts and am rewarded with her small mewls. They turn faster and her breaths grow shallow. I can feel how rapidly her chest rises and falls and I continue to alternate between nipples, pinching and soothing.
“There,” she shouts. “There…there, yes.”
Her legs clamp tightly to the sides of my head and she bears down, rubbing her clit against my face as she falls into her release. I feel her turn from damp to drenched as I drink her down. When her whines cease, I push up and see her eyes closed, still lost in bliss, and a smile wide across her face.
“Did you like that, my little butterfly?”
“Ye-s. So so much,” she pants.
“Good. Ready for more?” I pray she is because I’m dying to feel her wrapped around my cock .
“I think so,” she replies, still not opening her eyes.
“There’s no thinking. I need a yes or a no. You have to be sure about this, because there is no turning back. Once you let me inside that sweet pussy, you are mine . Forever. My dick will be the last one you ever know.” My tone has her opening her lids, her eyes clear and confident.
“I am so ready to be yours and only yours. That's all I want.” She moves around until she’s kneeling in front of me, her hands smoothing all over my body.
“I’m already yours, Anais. I think I have been from the moment I laid eyes on you.”