by Tara Lee
He stands, towering over me, but with Bishop I don’t feel scared I feel safe, almost precious in his eyes. Maybe he really does care about me, deeper than he’ll ever say out loud. Like he sees me differently, sees how I don’t back down, but how I long to be taken care of. To be loved.
“Just because we stopped fucking, Callie, doesn’t mean I don’t give a shit about you. Besides, you ended things, not me.”
“Why?” I know I’m baiting him, but damn him he tells me it’s over but then tells me he cares about me. What kind of messed-up shit is that? Okay, maybe he’s right, I ended things, but he was going in the same direction.
“Why what?” He steps back, like he can’t figure me out.
“Why do you care?” I take a deep breath, waiting for my heart to calm down. I clear my throat, praying Bishop can’t hear the sound. Somehow, I manage to calm the drumming of my heart before it hammers out of my chest.
He groans and runs his hands over his face.
“Let’s not do this now, okay, let's just go to bed and talk in the morning.”
Of course fucking is his solution.
“Go to bed. Like sleep in the same bed?” I tilt my head as Bishop narrows his eyes. His voice is almost as scary as his look right now.
“Well, unless you want me to take the couch, yeah, I still only have one bed,Callie.”
His voice comes across annoyed, but he controls his temper.
“Fine but I’m not having sex with you.”
He smirks as soon as he hears the word sex.
“I didn’t ask you to.” He walks past me toward his bedroom. He stops half-way and looks over his shoulder at me.
“Are you coming, piccolina?”
I can't help but grin. I catch up to him but walk straight past him, giving his shoulder a bump as I go by. I catch the slight curve of his lips as I head to his room, and by the time he’s caught up to me again, I’m sliding one of his shirts over my head while my dress pools at my feet.
“Help yourself, brat,” he remarks, smirking at me.
“Already did,” I chime, climbing into his bed.
The sheets are a little cool, so I huddle up a bit to keep warm. The bed shifts as Bishop slides in beside me. The heat radiates from him almost instantly, my body letting off a shudder.
“Come here.” Bishop lifts his arm up while he faces me.
I eye him cautiously.
“No tricks, brat, you're clearly cold, I’ll keep you warm.”
Cold? Perhaps, but I think my body is reacting to something besides the cool sheets.
I slide closer to him and turn my back to him. His arm wraps around me, and I can already feel my body warming. I can’t help but let out a sigh and smile slowly Bishop's arms cage me in a safety net.
The night's events slowly evaporate the longer Bishop’s arms are wrapped around me.
“Would we ever work?” I have to know.
Bishop sighs and kisses the back of my head.
“I want us to.” His breath tickles the back of my neck.
I close my eyes.
“Maybe in a different life, if I wasn’t —”
The way he cuts off his reply is like he truly can’t finish his thought.
I want to ask him what is he hiding, why can’t he tell me? I want him to talk to me.
I know I’ve been right all along— whatever Bishop is hiding is dangerous.
Why else would he not fight for me?
“It’s not you, Callie, it’s me okay?”
“Cliche much?” I scoff and turn in his arms. Done with this conversation.
“Wow, what a way to make a girl feel special. I hate you, you know that?”
“You don’t hate me, Callie.”
I cuddle back up to him just because I needed him for his body heat.
“Yeah, how do you know that I don’t loathe you, Bishop Stanton.”
He chuckles.
“Because your words tell me you hate me, brat, but your body tells me otherwise.”
He slides his hand up and over my thigh. His fingers brush against my pussy, but he keeps going. He stops at the curve of my breasts and lets his fingers glide over my pebbled nipple.
My body responds by shivering slightly. Bishop chuckles again, and I almost want to turn around and punch him.
“See, brat. Your body responds so well to my touch. It’s a shame you hate me, we could have some fun.”
I hear the laughter in his words, so I choose to ignore him, but the warmth of his body makes my eyes heavy, and after tonight, all I want is to feel safe. And even though Bishop and I have ended what we had, he makes me feel safe. Why does my body choose to only ignite for him, why his touch? Deep down, my head knows the logic, but my heart, my stupid heart, wants it all with Bishop. But sometimes what we want doesn’t matter.
Bishop’s soft snores fill the room, and I can no longer hold my eyes open.
With his arm wrapped around me, I close my eyes and finally let sleep take me, safe and content in his arms, but soon, all I thought I knew implodes, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about Bishop-fucking-Stanton.
I hardly slept last night after seeing Callie like that, so frightened and barely holding it together. All I could picture was my mother. Lying helpless while I couldn't save her. I had jumped awake, and sleep was the last thing on my mind. Even though I was exhausted.
I watched Callie sleep for hours, making sure no nightmares plagued her dreams or she didn’t wake in a panic. I knew I had been an ass and we ended things by text—, not my plan, Callie provoked me. She has a way of pushing my buttons. I may not have been no good for her; my life is difficult.
But deep down, I know I can never get her out of my head let alone my heart. I realized the moment I had my first taste of her I was done for. Callie is my own personal siren’s call, one I’m too weak to resist. I needed to end things for her—, she doesn’t need to be caught up in my life, who I am, what my father does.
None of it is any good for her. I was a bastard, one I realized had to force Callie to hate me. Her ex doesn’t sound like a better option, but me, I’m much, much worse, Callie just doesn’t know that side of me yet. Callie may have spat back at me after what happened, but I could see the fire had dimmed her walls, finally breaking down.
After our brief talk last night, I realized one thing. I do care about her a lot. More than I want to admit out loud. She may be a bargaining tool my father uses against hers, but with my past how it was, I’m scared it will hurt Callie and that I’ll never be able to live down if they hurt her because of me.
If anyone ever lay a hand on her again they’ll truly see the monster lurking inside me. I may be a tame guy, but even I have demons, and mine aren’t anything but a nightmare.
Pasquale Demetrius, the man I call Father, is an evil bastard, and Lorenzo Vincent has nothing on him.
I needed to let my past go; fuck, it’s bad enough I never told Ethan about it. I should tell him. I know everything about his life. The night I found him, the night I thought I had lost him, brought it all back. Every detail is forever etched into my brain to never let go.
It’s times like this using my name will be so bad. As much as I hate it, my family’s name brings fear to people. They fear the Demetrius name, and so they should. If I have to use that to get Callie’s ex to back the fuck off, I will. If I have to beat him to within an inch of his life for him to never show his face in New York again, I’ll do that in a heartbeat. I never use my name for anything, ever. But to keep Callie safe, I will.
I move from under Callie, careful not to wake her as I get up to take a leak and get a coffee. Today is going to be a long-ass day, and I need caffeine to get me feeling any kind of human.
By the time I’ve had my third cup, I feel somewhat better. I take a cup for Callie, and I know she can smell it because I see her smile.
“Mhmm, that better be for me?”
I place it down as she opens one eye and looks at the mug.
“Thank God, because I may have clawed your eyes out if you didn’t make me one.”
“Kinky, darling, but I think I'll pass on the eye scratching.” I wink, and she laughs, sitting up.
The bruise on her neck is a little more visible today, and I clamp my hands by my sides because I really want to murder something, or rather someone right now.
I may not have the right to be with her, but whatever fucker did this didn’t deserve to live. You never lay a hand on a woman, not like that. I take a deep breath.
“How are you feeling?” I hand her the cup.
She takes small sips and sighs as the smell hits her nose.
“Okay, I guess. I’m just worried he’s figured out where I live, and I’m not looking forward to going back and being alone.”
She places the cup in her lap, and I can see the tears building.
Before I can tell my mouth to stop. I say.
“Stay here then.”
It’s a terrible, terrible idea.
Callie looks up at me.
“What?”
“Stay here with me, we'll go by and get some stuff. I'd rather you be safe and know you’re safe, Callie, than have you in danger.”
She’s in danger with you too.
“Bishop, you don’t have to do that. I'll find a friend to stay with. It's fine.”
This time I move the cup from her lap and place it on the table beside her.
“We’re friends, Callie, end of story, you're staying here with me. I have plenty of room.”
She gives me a ‘really’ stare.
“You have one bed, Bishop.”
“Okay, so we can be bed buddies.” I give her a cocky smile and waggle my eyebrows.
“I thought we stopped that.”
I sigh as I bite down on my lip.
“Okay, look, I know we ended things. I have my reasons for keeping you away from me as long as possible, and maybe one day, not today, but soon, I can tell you why I am the way I am.”
“Why don’t you share your past?”
I know she’s curious now.
“It’s just not something I like to relive, it’s painful and hard to talk about.”
More painful than you know brat.
“It’s just who I am, I hate that person. The person I’m meant to be, I just don’t know anymore.”
She kneels up and kisses my cheek.
“Okay, if you are sure you're okay with me sharing your bed and being all messy, then I will stay with you. Thank you, Bishop.”
“Good, that’s settled. Don’t you have class?”
Her eyes widen in shock. “Oh shit, I’m going to be late.” She jumps from the bed and stops when she is almost to the bathroom.
“I have nothing here, no clothes, no makeup, anything.” She walks around with her hands on her head in a panic.
“Well, it’s a good job.I stole your key early this morning and made my way to your place and brought all this back. I think it’s enough for today. I also grabbed your school-bag.”
Callie runs and wraps me in her arms as I pull aside her bag I packed.
“Thank you, Bishop, you always know how to take care of me.”
She kisses my cheek, and I can’t help but smile. She takes her bag, and I know I have to say something to lighten the mood because all these feelings have me in a tailspin.
“Just don't take too long, brat, because I may just come join you.”
She looks over her shoulder and shrugs.
“I won’t stop you.” She saunters off, leaving the door open.
“Motherfucker,” I curse and strip as I make my way to join her.
It’s only fitting, she did invite me.
The bell above the door chimes, announcing someone entering. I sigh and put down the books. I’ll go over that later.
I make my way out and close the door behind me.
“I’m not sure if I have any free time—” I stop when I see Callie leaning over the desk, her tits barely holding in her ridiculous excuse for a top. I growl, wanting to spank her for daring to wear something so revealing.
“Hi, cowboy,” she coos, smiling a devilish smile.
“Well, hello to you, too princess.” I smirk and lean on my hands over her.
She raises her head just slightly enough for her lips to brush mine ever so gently.
“Are you busy.” She licks across my lip, and I almost growl.
“Why? What do you have in mind, brat?” I grin down at her as I elevate my head to cup the back of hers.
“I was lonely, and I was going to go home and have a long bath to soak and maybe touch myself, but then I thought, even though I ended things the other day, maybe you could scratch my itch.” She hums.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“That dirty mouth of yours will get you in trouble, brat.” My finger curls around a strand of hair, and my lips ghost hers in a teasing gesture.
“Maybe I like being in trouble with you,” she leans up and whispers in my ear.
“You're going to get it, piccolina.” I hiss.
I pull her into me, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. Her body molds into mine and fits perfectly. Her soft whimpers echo around as I bite down gently on her lip.
“Bishop, I want.—”
“Ssh, brat, I know what you need.”
She’s a quivering ball of pent-up energy that had my dick so fucking hard I can feel the pre-cum leaking out of me.
My tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness of her lips, imagining it’s another set of lips I’m tasting.
“In the back, now.” I growl and yank her toward me. I stop and head to the door to flip the CLOSED sign and lock the latch. No way is anyone interrupting this.
By the time I’ve turned around to embrace my little brat, she’s by the door, top off and bra in her fingertips, ready to drop to the floor.
“I’m ready for you, cowboy.” She giggles and gives me a wink.
Her pebbled nipples harden under my gaze. I lick my lips at the sight of her gorgeous tits.
Fucking hell, I think my dick is going to fall off. How did I think I could stop this? Stop her?
“Oh, you better hope you’re ready, baby.” I rush to her and lift her in my arms.
She squeals but wraps her legs around my waist. I place her on the desk in the back and I kick the door shut with my foot, eager to feel her tightness.
I let my tongue drag over her neck in slow agonizing kisses. My hand travels down to the dampness of her panties, and I hiss, biting down on her neck. Her hands are frantic; as she pulls and tugs my hair. Callie’s soft moans have a direct line to my dick, that’s painfully hard inside my pants.
Two of my fingers dip inside her wetness, stretching her. I circle her clit with my thumb and pepper kisses over her neck and jaw, carefully, to tease her lips with the promise of more.
I’m on the high of her. Of my Callie.
Callie jerks under me as I hook my fingers inside her, rubbing deeper. Her back arches up, getting as close as possible all while her body quivered under me.
“Oh God.” She moans, holding my shoulders, dipping her head back in ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby, feel it. Feel what I do to you.”
“More, Bishop,” Callie cries out. “Please, more.”
I smirk down at her. I kneel before her, opening her legs wider. Callie looks down at me, her cheeks pink with arousal and her pussy glistening with wetness.
“Fuck.” I hiss before I bend my head and flatten my tongue against her, making her cry out my name. I add a finger, sliding it in and out, licking and sucking, stroking every inch I can.
“Oooohhh.” Callie moans.
Her legs shake, and she holds her thighs, my tongue continuing to torture her. Callie cries out, exploding on my tongue. I groan and lap up every drop of her sweetness making sure I don’t miss a drop. I pull her clit into my mouth one last time then I stand before her, my mouth and chin covered in her juices.
“Holy crap, I think
you broke me.” Callie pants.
I pull my cock out and run it through her wetness. Her juices coat my rock-hard-cock and I can’t help but groan as I slip the head in.
“So fucking tight, brat.” I growl.
She looks up at me with those sexy-as-fuck eyes and bites her bottom lip, I inch a little more into her.
“You going to fuck me, cowboy, or just play with me?” she teases.