Chapter Fourteen Samantha #3
When he first started to pull off his jeans, I hadn’t realized I had been holding my breath. But as he slid them down his muscled thighs, I exhaled in a long whoosh. I knew what he had felt like both in my hands and inside me, but there was something to be said for seeing his dick in the flesh.
“Like what you see?” he asked as he stood proudly before me.
“The front view is good,” I replied, with a smile.
Holding out his arms, he turned slowly in the light, letting me take him in. His chest, back, and arms were covered in multicolored tattoos that ended around the bottom of his abs and the top of his ass.
And his ass . . . it was perfect as well. Rounded with hardened muscles that I could imagine gripping tight as he pumped in and out of me.
Once he had made a full turn, he rested his hands on his hips and cocked his head at me. “Now it’s your turn.”
I eased off the back of the ATV and came to stand in front of him. As I blocked the light, Bishop’s face became a little shadowy.
After working a few buttons, I pulled the dress over my head. Bishop’s steamy gaze lit my skin on fire. My hands came around my back to take off my bra. Once it was on the ground with my other clothes, I slid my panties down my thighs.
When I was fully naked before him, Bishop’s expression was one of pure admiration. “You’re fucking stunning.”
I couldn’t help smiling like a lovesick school girl at his summation. “Thank you.”
He took a few steps forward to where we were almost touching. I jumped with surprise when he reached out to tenderly cup my face in his hands. “I remember the first night I ever laid eyes on you. I thought you were the most exotically beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
“Really?”
His expression darkened slightly. “Marley would’ve kicked my ass if he knew what I was thinking about you in my head that night.”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “I would have deserved every hit for how much I wanted to take you to my room and fuck you senseless.”
Sensing he was heading to an emotional place that wouldn’t be good for either of us, I decided to change the subject, and I did it in a big way.
I reached between us to take his half- mast cock in my hands.
He gasped at the touch while his dick jumped, swelling appreciatively in my hand.
As my hand slid up and down, Bishop’s chest rose and fell in the same pattern.
When he dipped his head to kiss me, I jerked back and then dropped his swelling erection.
With a teasing laugh, I swept past him and started to run into the stream.
“Oh, I’m going to get you for that!” Bishop shouted behind me.
“Come and get me, then,” I challenged as I started splashing into the shallow water. I sucked in a harsh breath when the chilly water pierced my naked skin. It took a few moments to get used to it.
By the time I was waist deep in the water, Bishop was at my side. His strong hands grabbed me by the waist, causing me to gasp at the contact. He held me tight with my back against his chest for a moment before hoisting me up out of the water.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
When I glanced over my shoulder, Bishop flashed me a wicked grin. “With pleasure.”
Then he tossed me into the deeper water. I had thought the water had been cold before, but there was nothing like being enveloped by it. I shot to the surface, coughing and sputtering.
“You’re an asshole!” I spat as I pushed my wet hair out of my face.
“You deserved it, cock tease,” Bishop replied as he swam over to me.
I laughed. “Okay. Maybe I did.” With all the strength I could muster, I lunged at him, dunking his head into the water. When he came back to the surface, I smirked at him. “And you deserved that.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” he agreed as he scrubbed his face.
Lying back in the water, I floated for a moment, gazing up at the sky. “I still can’t believe a place so beautiful is out here in the middle of nowhere.”
“I forget how amazing it is sometimes. It usually takes someone else seeing it to make me realize,” Bishop said as he floated beside me.
Turning my head to look at him, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “So, you bring a lot of the girls you fuck out here?”
My question was met with a scowl from Bishop. “No. Actually, I don’t.”
I glanced back up at the sky, regretting the fact that I had let myself ask such a question, like some insecure shrew.
I couldn’t believe that just a few short weeks with him, and I was acting completely out of my character.
I had never been the needy female in relationships.
In the end, Bishop’s love life, both past and present, wasn’t any of my business.
Regardless of what I was beginning to feel for him, I had to continue focusing on the task before me.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
When Bishop stood up in the water, I followed his lead. His serious expression caused my stomach to twist anxiously. I expected at any moment for him to stalk out of the water and take me back to the roadhouse. But just as he always did, Bishop surprised me.
“Look, Sam, there’s no denying the kind of man I am— a man whore, a slut, a womanizer.” He drew in a deep breath. “But maybe I’m looking to not always be considered that. Just like I have professional dreams, I have personal ones, too.”
My chest tightened, and I fought to breathe. “You do?”
He nodded. “I’ve never wanted to be like some of the older men in this club who are fifty and sixty years old and still fucking every piece of ass that moves.
I want a home . . . a family. I want what my old man had with my mom before he threw it all away, only to regret it until the day he died. I want what Deacon and Rev have.”
I didn’t know what to say. At that point, I wasn’t sure I could’ve said anything even if I wanted to. I just stared at him in utter awe.
What must’ve been my bewildered look caused Bishop to laugh. “Guess I shocked you, huh?”
After bobbing my head, I licked my lips. “It’s a good shock,
though.”
“Really?”
I smiled. “Yeah, it is. I would have to be a bitter shrew not to be affected by what you just said.” I brought my hands out of the water to cup his cheeks. “You deserve for all your dreams to come
true, especially the one for a family.”
“Thank you,” Bishop murmured.
He pulled me into his arms. Our wet skin fused us together, chest to chest and heart to heart. After staring into my eyes for a few seconds, Bishop brought his warm lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth. Damn, the man could kiss.
It was like a lightning bolt of tingling electricity from the top of my head down to my toes. As his tongue thrust into my mouth, I ran my hands up his broad back, my fingertips trailing over the corded muscles.
In that moment, I abandoned all thoughts of Gavin and the case that had preoccupied me for so long.
On a physical level, I wanted to be with Bishop for what he could give my body, not what I could do to him in revenge or to advance my career.
But then I also wanted to be with him for who he was on the inside— the kindness, the tenderness, and the good heart he consistently revealed to me.
The lines were once again blurring, but it felt too good being with him to give a shit about the consequences.
When Bishop’s hand slid up my waist to cup my breast, I broke the kiss. “I thought we came out here to swim,” I panted.
“Nah, that was just a ruse so I could get you out here to fuck again,” Bishop replied as he started kissing down my neck and onto my chest.
With a laugh, I said, “At least you’re honest.”
Bishop grinned up at me. “I take fucking very seriously.”
“Mmm, lucky me,” I said as Bishop’s mouth closed over my nipple.
As his tongue swirled around and around the hardened tip, my head fell back.
When he kissed and licked a trail over to the other nipple, I opened my eyes to take in the blackened sky scattered with shimmering stars.
I couldn’t imagine a more perfect setting to be with someone— it was beautiful and illicit and romantic all at once.
“I think it’s time we took this to the shore,” he said.
“But it feels so good in the water,” I protested.
With a chuckle, Bishop replied, “Yeah, it does feel pretty fucking amazing, but I’m never going to hold any wood in this cold water.”
I snorted at his honesty. “Then by all means get us out of here.”
Bishop cupped my buttocks and hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He then started walking us out of the water.
The cool night air rushed over my wet skin, raising goose bumps along my arms and legs.
When we got to the edge of the bank, he started easing me down onto the blanket of grass.
The long blades pricked the skin along my back.
“Have you ever fucked under the stars?” he asked as he loomed above me.
“No. I think it’s safe to say you’re taking my rustic sex virginity tonight with the whole outdoors sex.”
Bishop laughed. “I’m honored.” When I reached to pull him down beside me, he gave a shake of his head. “One sec.”
I moaned in protest when he rose off me. He went over to our pile of clothes and dug another condom out of his wallet. Rising onto my elbows, I cocked my head at him. “I’m glad to see you carry so much protection on you at all times.”
He at least had the presence of mind to give me somewhat of a sheepish look. “Yeah, well, it never hurts to be prepared,” he murmured as he tore into the wrapper.
“I’m just glad I get to benefit from your preparation,” I teased.
He sank down beside me on the grass before rising onto his knees. With both hands he shoved my legs wide apart. “Speaking of preparation, I think it’s time I got you ready to take me.”
With a giggle, I said, “What you meant to say was ready to take that giant cock of yours, right?”
A wicked grin flashed on his face. “Damn straight.”
I winked at him. “Then do what you have to do.”