The kiss started soft, barely a kiss at all, but all too soon the embers lingering between them ignited. Bishop groaned and the sexy sound caused excitement to flutter through her belly. She reached up to sink her fingers in his hair, trying to get as close as possible, but that proved difficult within the small confines of Chris’s car.
“Come here,” Bishop muttered, as he broke for air.
Evie levered herself up and draped her torso across his chest, and as they resumed kissing, she grew increasingly frustrated with the clothes separating their bodies. She ran her hand under his shirt, across his ribs and chiseled muscles, to half lift the material off him. She wanted skin. She wanted to feel their bodies touching each other. In between kisses, he helped her, worming his shirt up until he was able to pull it over his head. Once it was off and she was free to touch him, she wanted to feel him against her own body.
“Help me take mine off,” she breathed.
He cupped her face. “Are you sure, Evelyn? You’re vulnerable right now.”
“Vulnerable? I’m the one on top of you.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His concern touched her. “I know, and I know I still need help, but I want this, Bishop. I want you.”
He sucked in a quick breath. “I know you may not be thinking this through but I’ll be damned if I try to talk you out of it.”
Together, they managed to get her top off, and then she finally felt him skin to skin. He cupped a breast, massaging it and tugging at the turgid nipple. Her breasts may be small, but they were sensitive, and the stimulation shot directly to her pussy, causing a need to settle between her thighs. She couldn’t help but rub against him, wanting more.
Evie broke the kissing and kneeled up as far as the ceiling would permit so she could unzip his pants. A very prominent bulge pressed against his fly, and she carefully lowered the zipper. Bishop lifted his hips so she could work the material down, along with his boxer-briefs. His cock sprang out, long and thick, curling slightly upward. Her mouth watered. Using one hand to brace herself, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him, before sliding her mouth down over the shaft. A sense of power rose within her as he moaned with obvious pleasure, his hips jerking a little.
“Jesus Christ, Evelyn,” Bishop muttered. “It’s been a long time. I’m afraid I may not be able to slow down.”
She pulled off his cock long enough to ask, “How long?”
He pressed his chin to his chest as he looked down at her. “Years.”
“Years?” She blinked, not sure if she heard him correctly. “You don’t seem like the type of man to go years without sex.”
“Sex was never a motivation to me,” he said. “Yeah, sure, I like it. Sex is great. But I’ve been focused on other things in my life besides chasing pussy.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
He reached down and covered her hand on his dick, guiding her on how he liked being touched. He answered while they both slowly tugged up and down on the shaft.
“First was being secure,” he murmured. “I lived on the streets a while when I was a teenager. Couldn’t stand being at home because of my father. Once I met Groto, I focused on making sure he didn’t regret his decision on bringing me into his organization.”
“And now I’m the one responsible for your break with him.”
He gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I think that’s what was always going to happen. I survived the cage. Fight after fight I was victorious and I made a lot of money for Groto. But once I was too old for the cage fights, I moved into security, and my old mentor committed suicide. Or so I thought.”
“What do you think now?”
“Now I think everyone around Groto has a life expectancy.” He guided her hand to begin moving faster. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, causing their combined friction to slide a little easier. “But enough of that talk. It’s not conducive for erections.”
She smiled. “I want to make you come.”
“Yeah? How about that. I want to come as well.”
All talk ceased as he once again increased the pressure on his cock. He tightened his grip, which caused hers to follow, until she would’ve thought it painful around such a sensitive area. But more fluid flowed and his back arched into it, as if he wanted more. There was something very potent about watching him climb to the pleasure plateau, knowing she was partly responsible for bringing such a large man to his knees. She had a feeling not many people saw Bishop Kain in such a vulnerable position, which might be another reason he’d abstained from random hook-ups.
If possible, he swelled in her hand, his balls drawing up, and she knew he was close. She wanted to give him a great orgasm, like he’d given her, so she bent over and closed her mouth around the head.
“Oh fuck!”
Immediately, he groaned and his cum spurted into her mouth, his body twitching in release. The usual salty essence was there, but underlining that was a hint of something sweet. His unique flavor, she supposed, that could be highly addictive. When the last drop came, and her sucking seemed to become a little too sensitive for him, she pulled off.
“Holy shit, Evelyn,” he managed to say between deep breaths. “I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
He tugged on her arm, bringing her down until she laid her head on his chest. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, draped across the middle console, but she was too content to move. They lay there, minutes turning into hours, until she felt him slipping into slumber. She didn’t move because she knew he needed sleep, but her mind wouldn’t shut down. She really wanted a pill, wanted to fall into dreamland with him. Instead, all she could do was think.
And sometimes that was the worst punishment of all.
Chapter Fifteen
Waves crashed against the shore with thunderous applause, creating a loud and beautiful symphony. Sandpipers chased the tiny crabs re-digging their homes as the water rearranged the shoreline. Children squealed in delight as they played in the shallow breaks. Evie breathed deep, dragging the salted air into her lungs and tasting it on the back of her tongue. She’d only seen the ocean one other time in her life, when she and Chris were young and their parents decided to take them to Disneyland for vacation. She must have been about eight, and she remembered being awed by the enormity of the ocean. How it just extended so far that it dropped off the edge of the world. Her father had told her that if she listened hard enough as the sun set, she could hear the sizzle as it settled into the water.
“I booked us into the hotel,” Bishop said as he came up behind her. “You check into The Cove tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, not taking her gaze off the water.
He came to stand next to her. “You sure you don’t want to go now?”
She glanced quickly at him. “You trying to get rid of me?”
“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I just want what’s best for you.”
“I need this,” she said. It was late afternoon, with twilight coming fast. “I want to hear the sizzle.”
“The what?”
“If you listen you can hear the sun settle into water.”
She placed her index finger over her lips and then pointed to the horizon. Then she sat down and patted the sand to her side. After a moment, he joined her. As they waited for the sun to set, she laid her head upon his shoulder. Eventually, the nearby children left with their parents and the sandpipers retired from their hunting, leaving her and Bishop alone. She kept her eyes focused on the horizon, on the brilliant colors illuminating the sky as day gave way to night. Oranges and reds, mixed with some purple. Evie listened intently, her whole focus on the sunset, and for a brief second, she swore she heard an undeniable hiss, like hot metal cooling off in cold water, just as the sun disappeared over the horizon line.
“Did you hear it?” she asked in a whisper.
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad. My dad told me about the s
izzle.”
“What happened to him?”
“Car accident. He was drinking and rolled the car with my mother in it. They both died.”
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “Should’ve known then that addiction runs in the family.”
He slipped his arm around her shoulder and they sat there for a long time, letting night take control as it fell upon the seaside town of Malibu.
“Are you hungry?” Bishop finally asked.
Her stomach rumbled. “I guess so.”
“How about some dive bar comfort food?”
She thought for a moment. “Actually, that does sound like a good idea. I could use some chicken wings.”
He stood up and held his hand down toward her. She let him help her up, but instead of letting her hand go, he threaded their fingers. Together, they walked from the beach back to Chris’s car.
****
Halfway through dinner of buffalo chicken wings, sticks of celery and carrots dipped in blue cheese dressing, and a large glass of sweet iced tea, anxiety reared its ugly head. Evie’s heart palpitated in her chest, a very odd sensation that felt like butterfly wings fluttering under her skin. She wiped her mouth and then pushed her plate away because if she swallowed one more bite, she knew she would throw up.
“Excuse me,” she muttered and rose from the table to hurry to the tiny bathroom located in the back of the bar. She was lucky it was empty, and she locked herself inside, trying to gulp deep breaths of air in an effort to calm herself.
She thought she’d gotten over this, at least gotten over the worst part of withdrawal. Instead, her hands shook, and looking in the mirror over the sink, she saw her eyes were wide and partially dilated.
“Damn it,” she whispered.
Turning on the faucet, she splashed cold water on her face and the back of her neck. If she went out now, everyone would stare at her. They’d know she was having a panic attack. They would stare and point, whisper behind their hands. Just the thought of everyone looking at her, perhaps judging her, threatened to make her hyperventilate. The room began to close in on her as tears welled up in her eyes and her breathing increased.
A knock sounded on the door. “Evelyn?”
Groping behind her, she managed to unlock the door. Bishop opened it and air flooded into the small space. She practically fell into his arms, shaking.
“Evelyn!”
“I-I can’t b-breathe,” she managed to gasp. “H-help me.”
The exit from the bar and the ride to the hotel was all a blur. She let him handle everything since a chill had settled in her bones and her shaking came from deep inside. Bishop undressed her and put her in the shower, turning on the hot water in an effort to warm her up. As the water sluiced over her head, Bishop stepped into the shower behind her, hugging her into his own body. Slowly, she began to warm up, and once the shaking began to subside, the tears began to flow.
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
“For a moment, I thought I didn’t need The Cove,” she said.
“This is just a momentary blip. You’re going to be okay.”
Her tunnel vision began to clear and that was when she noticed he was naked, and so was she, and they were pressed against each other. She had no memory of undressing, but as the fear drained away, a new hunger took over, chasing away her need for the pills. She slid her hands up his chest as something powerful took hold and she pressed her pelvis against his. She couldn’t help but notice his own response to her nearness, although he pushed her slightly away.
“Evelyn, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I know perfectly well what I’m doing.”
“Damn it, I can’t resist you.”
“Then don’t.”
He tried to pull away, but she clung to him, rubbing her breasts over the hair on his pecs, loving the friction against the sensitive nubs. At the blatant seductive move, he seemed to give up any type of protest, instead pulling her closer and capturing her lips with his own. Heedless of the water pouring over them, they kissed passionately, tongues meeting and twining together. When they broke apart, he spun her around and she flattened her palms against the tiled wall. He cupped her breasts and rolled the turgid nipples between his fingertips. She gasped and arched back into his body as he drove her desire higher. He kissed her neck before leaving her sensitive breasts to travel down, finding her slit between her thighs.
His fingers stroked along her clit, electrifying her senses. He bent and gently took her earlobe between his teeth to suck on the loose flesh, shifting behind her which brought his hard cock directly against her rounded buttock. Evie tried to move her hips faster against his fingers and was rewarded when one tip spread apart her cunt lips to tease her entrance. Bishop undulated against her, bumping the bottom of her pussy with his cock, just as his fingers slipped into her body. The water flowed down over her head as she leaned back on his shoulder, the sensation a passionate contrast to the heat they were producing. She moaned as she pushed her body against his, his hard cock so close to where she needed him. He sucked her earlobe harder as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, speeding up, causing her to move in time with his ministrations. His cock bumped along the bottom of her cunt lips and she shivered, her back cradled by his chest. He pushed his fingers along her clit and deep into her cunt, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She came, shaking and gasping, the pleasure almost unbearable. She rode his fingers until the last of her climax ebbed away, and only then did he withdraw from her body.
The momentary empty feeling immediately was replaced with anticipation as he buckled his knees a little to bring his cock up against her still quivering pussy. Bishop lifted one of her thighs, draping it over his arm as he took hold of his dick, lined it up with her slit, and then slid all the way inside. For a moment, they stood absolutely still, for which Evie was grateful because she wanted to ingrain this moment forever in her mind. Her world suddenly aligned itself. Nothing had ever felt so right, so perfect, as if some part of her soul seemed to touch his and merged the two halves into a whole. Bishop groaned in her ear, and the sexy sound galvanized every cell in her body. She pushed back into him, taking him as deeply as possible. The seductive heat of his body completely outsourced the steam from the shower as little tiny tremors of pleasure quaked within her. With his free hand, he took hold of her hip and begin to pull in and out of her harder, thrusting faster. His cock was deep within her body. As he began to rock back and forth, his thrusts became more and more pronounced. Her legs felt like jelly as her body began to react to his strokes.
She flung her head back and his thrusts grew wild, out of control, holding her steady as he fucked her. His cock plunged in and out as her pussy tightened on his cock, her whole body shaking as an orgasm rushed through her like a tidal wave. His rhythm splintered apart as he pumped his cock deeper. His balls slapped against her ass. Then, suddenly, he stilled … and a second later he pulled out of her body. Warm cum splayed against her back, shielded from the shower spray, his hips jerking as the last of his orgasm spilled out.
His weight pushed her against the wall, and they flattened, breathing heavily. After a moment or two, he moved off her. When she felt soap lathering upon her skin, she cracked her eyes open to glance over her shoulder. He didn’t say anything, so she let him bathe her, also not saying a word. She was afraid of spoiling the magic that had descended over them. When he was done washing her, the water turned off and a big towel was wrapped around her body. He lifted her up and carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he tenderly laid her upon the bed. They stared at one another, looking deep into each other’s eyes, and Evie swore she could feel their souls meeting, touching, binding together. Love bubbled up, flooding every dark part of her soul, and freeing her heart.
She opened her mouth to say the words, but closed them away at the last second. Tomorrow morning she had to go into rehab. She needed to face and defeat that demon so they could have a
fresh start together. So instead, she shut her eyes and snuggled into him, not caring at all that her hair was damp or she was still wearing a towel. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter Sixteen
Unrelenting heat burned under a bright sun, not a cloud in the sky to offer up any shade or respite. No rain or storm hinted on the horizon. Day after day, it was nothing but sun and constant sweat. He took off his hat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand as he looked over the terrain. Cacti and brush dotted the land, as far as the eye could see.
A horse neighed behind him, distracting him, so he turned from the barren land back to his work. He soothed the velvety nostril and scratched behind the horse’s ears. The horse nodded his head in appreciation, the mane flying, as he stomped his hooves.
Up on the hill, men were beginning the day as they headed to their claims to start the laborious task of finding wealth. He didn’t miss that profession one bit, preferring to care for the horses and gather supplies for the town when the shipment came through on the train in Sodaville. It may not have all the thrills of discovering gold or silver, but it sure was a lot less back-breaking work.
He looked toward the hill where the Recovery waited, and frowned at the lack of movement. Glancing at the camp, more specifically, toward the tent where he knew Eva-Ann and her father slept, all he saw were the open flaps moving in the wind.
Unease gripped him. Something wasn’t right. Leaving the stable behind, he hurried toward the mine, up the steep hill along the well-worn path. His heart pounded a little as he saw boards nailed across the opening of the Recovery. Someone had sealed the entrance, and sealed it good. Bolts had been screwed in place with a clear message that the mine was off limits.
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