Page 74 of Last Mile

“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.