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He’d told her on the night his father gave him a firm talking to exactly what he’d said.
She stopped flicking through the LPs to look at her friend. “You know what it means.”
“Come on, seriously, he’d just let me handle everything myself?”
“He said to try him, right? To push? To see if he was kidding? Why not push?” she asked. She wasn’t going to encourage him to go and do anything stupid. “Or you can show him that you’re sorry and not do anything rash or stupid?”
“We were having fun,” he said. “I don’t see why he has to get into such a fucking state because of it.”
She ran fingers through her hair, trying to hide her annoyance. Getting to her feet, she grabbed a chair, pulling it over to him. “Every single time he has to call in a favor, it costs him, Bishop. You know Principal Arnold has an issue with you. He’ll do anything to hurt your dad.”
“I didn’t kidnap you.”
“We know that, but he can make life difficult. Come on, you’re not stupid. You know how people can be, especially when they want to cause a problem and rile a situation up. This isn’t about you, or me. Your dad has to pay one way or another each time you cause a problem. What if he needs those favors and he’s using them for something petty like stopping the principal having you arrested for kidnapping me?” She air quoted the last part.
“Are you defending him?”
“Oh, wow, sometimes there is no way of talking to you.” Getting to her feet, she shoved her hair off her shoulder and walked over to the stereo. She rarely touched any of the property inside Preacher’s house.
Even thinking his name in her head made her nervous.
She closed her eyes as the beat of a popular song filled the room and made her smile. She moved one shoulder to the beat as she felt a smile spread across her face.
Bishop groaned.
She spun to him and started to swing her hips from side to side. “Just let it go, Bishop. Come on, you know you want to. You want to dance with me. Give in, for me.” She held her arms out for him to take.
When they were younger, before Bishop wanted to drive her to having sex and causing headaches for his dad, they would spend hours dancing around whatever house they were in.
“You can keep on hating your dad later. Just dance with me.”
He got up, and she knew he was playing along, acting all reluctant, but she didn’t allow his mood to sway her. She was in a really good one herself.
Grabbing his arms, she pulled him close, grabbing his hips and matching to the beat of the song. The pulse and energy ran through her veins, and she couldn’t help but laugh.
Giving him a little twirl, she put his hands on her hips, and they danced around the house. After a short time, Bishop stopped being a moody guy and got right back into it.
One song played into another before he finally captured her wrists, pressing her up against the wall. They were both panting for breath, but she’d had fun and didn’t want it to end.
Bishop slammed his lips down on hers.
She didn’t fight him.
This was the first kiss they’d shared since the day he’d taken her and his dad had been pissed. In fact, they’d hung out, but nothing had really happened between them. He pressed his body against hers. She felt the hardness of his cock against her.
“I want you so badly.” He let go of her hands, running them down her body, moaning as he ground his cock against her.
She cupped his face, kissing him back.
When he gripped her ass, pulling her back from the wall, he collapsed onto the sofa, and she followed him down.
She wore jeans, and even as he started to hump against her crotch, she didn’t feel it, but kissed him.
The kisses were nice, and as he grabbed her ass again, she saw no reason to calm him down just yet.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He started to unbutton her shirt, and it was going a little too fast.
Pulling away, she smiled and pushed his hands back.
“For fuck’s sake, Robin. Don’t you want to feel me inside you? It’ll hurt the first time, but after that, it’ll be all good. I promise.” He rested his hands on her thighs.
“I’m not ready.”
“You’re such a fucking cock-tease. You know there are thousands of chicks who’ll love my dick.”
“Then go to them,” she said.
The music turned off, and they both jumped to see Preacher in the room.
“I don’t appreciate teenage pregnancy happening in my front room.” He held a large brown shopping bag.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
“I’m going to cook. Your shirt isn’t buttoned right, Robin.”
