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“For what?”
“Recruiting victims.”
“Mon fucking Dieu,” he muttered. “What if they knew about Beth’s gift? And that’s why they took her?”
“Well, if she really does have the ability to get what she wants, that could surely be exploited by sick fucks like them.”
“I need to talk to Seer and his father.”
“They’ll be at the meeting?” 8-Bit thought.
“Oui. I’ll bring it up. See you in five minutes in the devil box.”
CHAPTER FIVE
The second Bishop hung up with 8-Bit, he followed the sound of his Petite’s cock licking laugh to the kitchen where festivities-without-end were being formed. They probably had the next twenty years of events scheduled and it would be the first time Bishop wasn’t wanting to hide. But now he needed a reason why he wanted a private meeting with just the Twelve. He didn’t want his petite learning about these abduction details until he knew all of them.
He entered the melee, eying his dysfunctional family, avoiding that permanent love-struck look on Savvy’s face when Lucas was near—which was always. Wasn’t much better with Luseah and the Brandon brat the Arbiters had blessed him with in the name of punishing Gordon for his crimes.Clearlythe punishment was all his. The single regret he didn’t have was seeing that light in his daughter’s eyes when she looked at the little punk. So far, he hadn’t found anything worth killing him over and he looked. Frequently. Even had Lucas swear he’d watch for asinglesign that would need handling. Annoying how he never had anything to report when asked. And he asked often.
“Change of plans, ladies,” he announced making his way to his wife’s glowing face and smiling mouth.
“Nowwhat?” Mah-Mah cried.
“The men want to chat about womenthenwe’ll get you two in. Just give us fifteen minutes. I mentioned to 8-Bit about your idea for classes,” he distracted, kissing the pout from his Petite’s mouth.
“Uh-oh,” she said around his lips. “How’d he take it?”
He gave a sigh. “Like we’re attempting a heist on his manhood but really, I think he fears other valid things.”
“Like what?”
“I can’t say, but celibacy was a safety harness to him. And with that gone, I think he’s worried and would never admit it to me. But I have faith in him. He’ll be fine.” He turned her away from all the eyes so he could kiss her properly.
“You got a bedroom right up there, go use it!”
“Mah-Mah, watch over my beautiful wife for fifteen more minutes, oui?”
She gave a huge cackle. “She watches overme!I’m ornery in my old age.” Lazure snuck up and wrapped her in a bear hug, making her squeal.
“You have a room too,” Bishop called when the lust noises started, getting Beth’s smack on his shoulder.
“I miss you,” she whispered. “And later, I have a surprise I think you’ll really like.”
Bishop pulled back at the tease, his brain flying through all those new sexual positions. They’d agreed to incorporate them into their bedroom activities for the sake of exploring and learning one another’s needs and wants. “Tell me now.”
“Noooo,” she lamented, pure sexual mischief in her face.
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom at the other end of the house, locking them inside. Turning, he found her with her dress up, facing the sink.
“Fuck,” he blasted. No fucking panties.
Lust hit him like a torpedo, blind and furious. He fought with his belt, her moans and fucking gasps already there before he put a hand on her. With a growl, he snatched a fistful of hair and jerked her mouth to his, biting and sucking as he found the very bottom of her pussy in one thrust.
Her cry blasted in his mouth, and he pumped like an animal, forcing more of those sounds from her, faster, harder, higher and fucking hotter. “That’s what you fucking wanted.” He pulled her head back farther, bringing his lust war to her neck, marking her skin then shoulder as his orgasm rode up his spine like a burning comet. He buried his fingers between her pussy lips and wiggled them over her clit.
“Fuck yes,” he shuddered as her body locked up hard in orgasm, releasing his own. He knew it was too much and yet would never be enough as he cut loose all over her. He ended at her mouth, claiming every drop of that wicked ecstasy pouring from her.
For a full minute, they both stood there, muscles trembling and breaths blasting as he held her tightly to his body, needing to absorb every part of her. He forbid the words of remorse from leaving his lying tongue. He wasn’t sorry for a damn bit of it, and it was time he owned it. Instead, he worshipped her mouth in silence, his groans a forbidden script of immense satisfaction, awe, and unspeakable joy. “I love my sweet fucking Angel,” he whispered. “You will never know how much.”
