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“It’s my agent.”
Gabi sits up. “What?”
I blink a few times. “My agent’s calling me.”
She scrambles up so she’s on her knees, and she takes my face between her hands. “I love you, and you’re amazing. No matter what he says.”
Then she presses her lips to mine quickly before pulling back and watching as I accept Richard’s call, putting it on speaker. “Hey.”
“Bishop! How are you, bud?”
I roll my eyes. “Doing good. We’ve been snowed in for a few days, so…just keeping warm.”
“Well, I have some news for you that will hopefully warm you up quite a bit.”
I glance at Gabi, her eyes wide and her lips tilted up in a smile.
“Yeah, just…gimme a sec, okay?”
I put the call on mute and then push up off the couch. I pace the length of her living room a few times and stretch my back before I take a seat again, resting my elbows on my knees and holding the phone in front of me. Waiting…waiting with bated breath and a little bit of nausea.
This is good, right? This has to be good.
I exhale heavily, take Gabi’s hand in mine, and unmute myself.
“Alright, hit me.”
chapter twenty-eight
Gabi
The next two weeks fly by faster than I could ever expect, faster than I would ever want. And then, suddenly, it’s the night before Bishop leaves Cedar Point to join his new Triple-A team, the Carolina Blues.
His family had a going-away party for him this evening at Cedar Cider, and just about everyone in town showed up to wish him well and give him a proper sendoff. Now, it’s the middle of the night, and we’re tucked away in his bed, snuggled together under the covers. A small part of me wishes we could stay here forever, just the two of us, wishes he didn’t have such big dreams that will always result in him leaving.
But my heart knows the truth. The Bishop I love wouldn’t be the same without those big dreams, the ones that give him purpose and joy. So rather than focusing on the sadness of him leaving, I decide to put my attention on all the excitement to come.
Bishop kisses the back of my neck, his breath warm. I sigh, shifting my head to the side, wanting him to continue. Instead, he rolls me onto my back and comes over me, his strong body hovering over mine as he kisses me.
It’s a slow, lazy kiss, as if we have all the time in the world, as if he’s not leaving in just a few hours to fly to the other side of the country. My emotions begin to bubble up, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him as close as I can, my tongue tangling wildly with his.
I can feel him intentionally keeping this moment slow. Refusing to hurry. Not giving in to the suddenly frantic way I need him. No, Bishop stays strong and slow and steadfast, in the way he kisses my lips, the way he touches my body, how he moves as he slides inside of me. He still hits all those spots only he can seem to reach, but he seems unconcerned with the way the clock is quickly running out. His hips thrust in a slow, measured rhythm, his cock stroking between my walls and gliding into my depths over and over and over.
Until I can hardly breathe.
Until I am bursting at the seams.
But then he just keeps me there, his eyes on mine, refusing to send us over.
“Bishop,” I whisper, my chest heaving, my entire body throbbing with need. “Bishop, please.” I claw at his back, my desperation and desire leaking out of me unbidden.
But still, he stays steady. Still, he fucks into me like he never plans to stop.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he finally whispers.
That’s when I notice his eyes are glassy, his jaw tense.
“I don’t ever want to be apart from you,” he continues, thrusting into me again and then halting his movements. “I love you more than anything, Gabi. Anything.”
