Page 89 of Intolerable Bishop

“You okay,” we asked at the same time, and I smiled and nodded, touching my forehead to his.

“I’m great,” I said.

“Same, you feel incredible,” Blake said.

When I pushed myself up, his hands tightened on my hips as his head fell back against the couch. The guttural sound he made as I sat back down was music to my ears. Picking up the pace, I watched his face, how he ran his lip through his teeth, and the change in his breathing. Blake’s pulse was pounding hard in the side of his neck, and I loved that I was his first and that I got to experience this moment with him. It was tender and sexy, and it was everything it should be, or at least what I thought it should be.

His eyes opened, and they were glazed over like he’d taken something even though I knew he hadn’t. Pride filled me that I could make him feel that good. I’d never considered myself a jealous person, but if anyone tried to take this from me, take my guys from me…they would find out how exceptionally un-Canadian I could be. A possessiveness was quickly taking root in my system.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” I said, nibbling at his bottom lip. “I feel the same way. I’m already so close.”

Closing my eyes, I let my body guide me as I bounced faster. The only sound besides our heavy breathing was the movie behind me. The characters were also currently enjoying themselves. Blake sank a little lower into the couch. I didn’t know what he was doing until he pulled me up just enough so he could take control of the speed. I screamed and arched in his hold as he thrust up hard and fast. Blake was unrelenting, hitting the spots deep inside that sent a jolt of extreme pleasure and a jab of pain at the same time.

“Fuck yes,” Blake growled, pounding into me so fast that all else was wiped from my mind other than the feel of us coming together. Every muscle tightened as my second climax rose quickly. “Fuck. Hang on to my shoulders.”

I did what he said and hung on as he stood up, my legs linking around his waist. I sucked in a gasp when he pushed us up against the wall, and my eyes rolled back in my head from the new position. He braced himself on the wall and grabbed the door frame.

“Blake,” I yelled as he pushed in hard, my back pressing into the wall with every thrust. “Oh God, I’m coming.” My nails dug into his skin. I screamed as the climax ripped through my body.

“Ah! Yes,” Blake said as his movement went erratic before holding still. He groaned, and his body flexed as he came. Each thrust created a miniature aftershock of pleasure through my system until we finally fell still.

“Can you stand?”

I nodded.

Blake eased my legs down to the floor, and I shuddered as he pulled from my body. It amazed me how it felt like such an intrusion when we first started to just as big of a loss without him.

“That was amazing,” I said, cupping his cheek and running my thumb over his sexy lips.

“Yes, it was.” Grabbing my wrist, he kissed my palm and then linked our fingers. “Let’s go get cleaned up. I want to do that again before anyone interrupts us,” he smirked. “Those dicks are not cutting in on my time. Pun intended.”

Laughing, we headed to the bathroom.

A couple of hours later, we shut off the lights, bodies sore in the best way possible, and curled up on the couch with the thick blanket covering us.

“I wish I could freeze this moment. Lock the door, board the windows, and frame us in like one of your paintings,” Blake said, kissing the top of my head.

“I know what you mean.” He held me tighter, and I closed my eyes, my lids heavy. “Do you think Theo and Liam sorted their issues out?”

“Don’t know, but my guess is that they either killed one another or are doing the same thing we are.”

How could two truths be accurate at the same time? That was what it felt like as my heart was happy, thinking they were repairing their relationship, and yet…I wanted Theo to be mine. From our conversation earlier, I knew that Liam would do whatever he could to push me out. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Maybe Liam was right…I really was the threat.

JULY 18 – TUESDAY 6:50 AM

Nash

My hands tightened on the steering wheel, and all I could picture was wrapping them around my father’s throat. Not only did he have me doing soldier’s work all night, but he sent me all the way to fucking Seattle to pick up a load of guns under the guise that it was important paperwork. Such a fucking dick. I didn’t get back until a half hour ago and didn’t get any sleep as I was greeted by the sight of Vicky wandering around my home naked like a pathetic ghost. She said she was trying to find the kitchen, but I didn’t believe that when she sauntered my way. I immediately got the fuck back out of there. Apparently, she had no modesty since the guards watching the hallway feeds were probably jerking off to her wiggling ass. Bitch was crazy, they deserved one another.

Glancing at the droplets of blood that had dried on my knuckles as I’d punched the wall on my way out, I tried to rein in my anger. Didn’t help that I hadn’t had sex in…hell, I couldn’t even remember the exact date. Fucking Vicky. Fucking Ren. Fuck my life. I needed out. I needed to get out before I went postal and ended up on a front-page headline. The only good thing about the drive was that I had time to contact the travel agent that Ethan recommended. He assured me that my father would never notice my absence or my flight. They were discreet and used to dealing with people who did not want to be traced. My fake passport with my alias had finally arrived, so now I had to get through my birthday and the stupid party my father wanted to have in my honor, and then I was off to Italy.

Pulling into the cabin driveway, it was still murky out and there were no lights on inside. Great.

I shut off the car, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Of course, Ren’s face was the first thing I saw. The harder I tried not to think about her, the more my mind conjured her. Ren in the shower, my bed, my fucking car, and in the pool. I’d been forced to watch my guys one at a time fall at her feet, but now…I was losing it. Stupid sweet smile and warm heart wrapped up in an ‘I won’t take any shit’ attitude. Fuck. My brain needed to be on more important things, but focusing was next to impossible when she was always around. Why couldn’t she have just stayed in Canada and never come here?