Chapter 32
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Bishop
“Anais, Go! To. Class. My mom is here and I’ll be just fine. You don’t need to miss any more days or assignments.” Anais begrudgingly brushes her teeth after eating a wonderful breakfast my mother prepared for us.
“Buwaifuneemetoelpusower?” she mumbles through a mouth of foaming toothpaste.
“Babe, rinse then talk.”
It’s been one week since the day Phoenix found out about us, and my parents have been staying here with Anais and I, since I came home from the hospital.
None of them will leave my side and I gotta say, I could really use some breathing room. Not because I don’t love having them around, but because they won’t even let me stand up without hovering.
“I said,” she calls out, wiping her mouth clean. “What if you need me to help you shower? You really want your mom doing that?”
“I’ll wait until this evening and you can help me then. You need to catch up with your assignments. Finals will be here in no time and you cannot afford to fail.”
She plops herself down on the bed, a cute pout on her face, and says, “If that happens then I’ll just figure something out. I can go to a different school or I ca–”
“Absolutely not, Anais. You will not sacrifice your education at an elite university because you’re afraid to leave me for a few hours. It’s a non-negotiable. I have some things I need to catch up on for baseball now that I can see through my eye. So it will be good to have a little alone time.” My fingers dance along her smooth cheek and I run my finger over her plump bottom lip. “Besides, my mom is here and you know she’s not going to let me do much more than walk downstairs. I’ll be fine…I promise.”
She blows out a breath, her cheeks puffing up, and concedes. “Fine. But you better text me if anything comes up.”
“Of course, baby girl. Now get. Also, go have lunch with your friends.”
“What? Bishop, n–”
“Please. For me. I need you to do that. It’s the only thing I’m asking of you.”
She glares at me and crosses her arms over her chest. She tries to pull out the face that usually works to get me to cave, but I’m not having it this time.
“That’s not going to work.”
“Ugh. Why are you so bossy?” She throws herself back on the bed, her arms spread wide out to her sides.
“Because you like it.” I waggle my brows at her, and she tries miserably to hide her smile.
“Sometimes, not always.” Her cheeks heat to a rosy red and I know exactly what she’s thinking about because I’m thinking about it, too.
“Up. Go. Now.” I stand and take one of her hands and tug her up and off the bed. “You’ll be done in no time.”
I kiss her forehead and smack her ass, urging her forward and downstairs.
“Bye, you big bossy pants. Class, lunch, and then I’m coming home,” she shouts. I gulp when the word home leaves her mouth.
I have had dreams of Anais calling this her home. I want her here, with me, and one day I want us to buy our first home together. The home we’ll raise our children in. I understand I may be jumping ahead a few hundred steps but I just know, deep in my bones, that she is the last woman I will ever love. All I need is her.
I listen to my mom say goodbye to Anais and the door closes as she leaves. Soft footsteps pad their way up the stairs until mom appears in the doorway.
“Can I do anything for you, son?” She walks gingerly to my side and rubs her hand over my forehead as if she’s checking for a fever.
“I’m good ma. I’m just going to do a little bit of work, check in with the team and work on scheduling.”
“Okay, well try not to push yourself too hard. I’ll bring you some lunch in a few hours. I’m going to do some laundry and plan dinner.” She kisses my forehead and smiles before walking back downstairs.
I get comfortable in bed and pull my laptop over to start working.
The feeling of soft lips on my neck stirs me from my sleep. They trail up my neck and lick my earlobe. A sultry voice whispers, “ Quiero hacerte sentir bien.”
“Hm?” I mumble, not understanding what the voice said.
A hand slides down my body and into my sweats and it grips my hardening cock. My eyes roll open and I see my girl hovering above me, looking like an angel sent to carry me away to nirvana.
Her mouth follows the path her hand did and I know I should stop her because my parents are downstairs, but it feels too good. Her hand slides up and down my dick, now fully alert and ready to play. My back arches and my head digs into my pillow. Her mouth descends on my dick and I feel like I could melt.
“Fuuuck,”I hiss, my lungs suddenly growing tight. “Baby, my parents.”
Her mouth releases me with a pop and I miss it. “They’re not here. They needed to run some errands and I told them to go because I was home for the night. It’s just us, and I locked the door.”
She immediately returns to sucking me and my hand finds its way into her hair that sits on top of her head in a giant bun. Like a handle for me to grip while I fuck her mouth.
My hips roll in time with her mouth, growing harder and more needy with each swipe of her tongue.
“Get up here. I need to fuck you,” I growl and reach down, grabbing under her arms and pulling her up to me.
My mouth takes hers in a hard kiss and I let my tongue explore hers. I can feel her hot pussy as she gyrates, and my hands grip her ass to pull her closer and give us more friction.
“Take off these fucking pants, Anais, and get on my dick. I want you to ride me.”
She scrambles to yank her pants and underwear free and grips the base of my cock before slamming down on it.
She moans when I stretch her wide.
“Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like the way my fat cock stretches that tight little pussy wide?”
“Yesss,” her moan is breathy and a ripple of shivers rolls over my body.
She plants her hands on my chest and immediately pulls them away, her eyes flying open.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, baby girl. You’ll only hurt me if you stop.” I grip her hips and start to rub her back and forth.
She reaches up and pulls her hair free, the curly strands cascading like waterfall over her shoulder and down her back. Her delicate fingers grip the hem of her t-shirt and slowly lift it up, like a seductive dance. Her bra remains and she quickly frees herself of that, leaving her gloriously naked.
Her hands return to my chest and she moves faster, going deep, and I feel her wall clench around my dick. The bounce of her tits is mesmerizing, and I watch them like a hypnotist's watch.
“You’re so goddamn sexy, Anais. And you’re all mine.”
“All…yours.” Her nipples are hard and I know she’s close.
I pinch one and roll it between my fingers the way I know she likes. I feel her grow wetter, the sounds of us colliding a perfect soundtrack.
“Fuck, Bishop. I’m gonna come.” She throws her head back and the tips of her hair brush against my thighs.
Her hips move faster, her tits sway, and I lick my thumb and press it to her sensitive clit. She gasps, as if taken by surprise, and her body curves as her orgasm takes over. I see the pulse in her throat beat fast and faster still. Her body tightens like a coil then just as suddenly, it releases. Her limbs grow weak and she collapses on my chest.
“Feel good, baby girl?” I rumble in her ear and she nods her head that rests in the crook of my neck.
I grip her waist tightly and flip her over in a flash and roll with her. I stay buried deep inside of her and feel the throbbing of her pussy around me. My brain says to go slow and draw this out for as long as possible, but my body can’t be patient.
My hips piston and I pump in and out of her, maybe a bit too aggressively. She whines as I drive faster and her fingernails dig into my forearms. I scoop one leg under her knee and pull it up, resting it on my shoulder. My appetite for her is voracious and I don’t ease up until I’m seeing stars and she’s crying out with reprieve.
I drop her leg, her body limber and loose, and I work hard to catch my breath. Anais lies with her arms spread wide and her eyes closed. Her face looks passive but then it slowly starts to change. A small smile cracks her lips and it doesn’t stop until it stretches across her entire beautiful face.
I drop down on the bed next to her on my stomach, and she turns her head to the side, her eyes popping open to look at me.
“Hey, big guy,” she pants .
I reach over and push a curl away from her face. “Hi, my little butterfly.”
Her smile, her eyes, her thirst for life, her ability to make me feel at peace…these are the gifts that make every other loss in life worth it.
A phone rings, shattering our bubble of bliss. “Nope. Not getting it,” Anais says, and rolls over and lays her arm across my back.
“What if it’s important?”
“Nothing is more important than this moment. But, we should get dressed because your parents will be coming back soon.”
Like we didn’t just wear each other out, Anais hops off the bed and grabs her clothes, slipping them back on in record time. As she’s putting herself back together, her phone rings three more times.
“Baby girl, I think you should answer it.”
“Ugh,” she groans and stomps over to where her purse sits.
She rummages through it and comes free with her phone. With wide eyes, she stares at the screen of her phone completely unmoving. I grow worried and roll off the bed, tucking myself back into my sweats before walking up beside her.
“What is it?” She turns the phone to face me and I see three texts and four missed calls.
All from Phoenix.
“Why don’t you see what he wants?” I suggest.
Her jaw clenches and her nostrils flare. “No way. He can go to hell.”
“Hey. C’mon, baby. Don’t talk like that. He’s still your uncle. Please see what he wants. It must be important if he’s called that many times.”
Her face turns sour and you can really see that young lady coming out. The one who wants to stomp her feet and slam her arms in frustration. I give her a look of my own, using the one that says more than any words could. I see the moment she backs down and resolves to call Nix.
She taps the screen and holds the phone up to her ear. “What?” she sasses like the little brat she can be.
Her face grows bored as she listen s to whatever it is he’s saying.
“No thanks. If your apology comes with conditions I don’t want it. You can shove it straight up your a–” I jut out my hand and cover her mouth before the word can leave her mouth.
She looks at me and I shake my head. Her eyes roll and I drop my hand.
“I don’t want anything to do with you. What you did is unforgivable. I’ll never forgive you, Phoenix. So quit wasting your breath.” She pulls the phone away from her ear and hits the end button.
“I’m assuming Nix wants you to go down to his house.” She nods and crosses her arms over her chest. “I think you should go.”
“What? You’re crazy. There is no way I’m going over there. He said he wanted me and me alone , and that won’t fly with me. He owes you an apology and then some. Until he gives it, I won’t even consider making up with him.”
I rest my hands on my hips and let my shoulders sag. From the very beginning, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid. Breaking a family apart is not something I want to be the root of. There are only two ways I know that can fix this. Either break up with Anais, or never see my friends again.
The question is, which one won’t shred my heart when I let them go?
The answer, I lose either way. I either lose the one I know I’m meant to be with, or friendships that are thicker than blood.