“Bishop. I’m so close I…I…oh God!”
He closed his mouth around my clit—and my entire world exploded with the most intense orgasm of my life.
I wasn’t sure what sounds were even coming out of my mouth. All I could focus on were the ripples of pleasures taking over my body while his intense blue eyes stared up at me.
When I could no longer take it, I tried desperately to push Bishop away. “No more. Please. I can’t.”
He swept me up into his arms and raced down the hallway to the bedroom.
Once we were inside, Bishop placed me on the bed and then finished undressing.
“We’re doing this right, Abs. I’m making love to you in our bed, and I’m going to take my time.”
My stomach dropped at his words, and my heart nearly burst with happiness. I prayed I wasn’t dreaming.
Bishop crawled onto the bed, and I instinctively opened my legs as he settled on top of me. He rested most of his weight on his elbows and gave me the most breathtaking smile ever.
“I missed you.” I reached up, placing my hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaned into my touch, and started to move his hips. I could feel his hard length pressing against my clit, and it was a sweet torture.
“I missed you too. When you left, a part of me left with you.”
Biting into my lower lip to keep from crying, I managed to say, “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
He brushed his thumb across my lip to pull it free from my teeth. “If anyone’s going to bite that lip, it’ll be me.”
I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. “Is that a promise?”
He leaned down and brushed his lips softly across my mouth. “I think it’s time to leave the past in the past. You’re home now, Abs…and I want to stop wasting time.”
I blinked rapidly, fighting to hold back the emotions I was feeling. Guilt. Happiness. Sadness. Desire. They all swirled around in my head and left me dizzy.
Bishop took my hands and laced his fingers with mine, pushing them over my head as he slowly pushed into me. “I love you, Abby. I never stopped loving you.”
I gasped at the feel of him slowly entering my body. I hadn’t been with anyone since the night before I’d left him. I knew it wouldn’t take long for my body to accommodate Bishop, but he clearly saw my moment of discomfort and stopped moving.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him into me.
His eyes met mine, and I could practically hear what he was thinking. The only way I knew how to ease whatever demons he was currently fighting was to speak from my heart. “I love you, Bishop. I’ll always love you.”
I arched my body and moved along with him. We fit together so perfectly, and the moment was so beautiful, that I wanted to cry out in happiness.
A single tear slipped free and trailed down Bishop’s handsome face. I lifted up and kissed it away.
He buried his face in my neck and slowly made love to me. Nothing about it was rushed. It was as if we both wanted the moment to last forever.
Lifting his head, he brushed his mouth over mine. “God, I’ve missed you. Missed the feeling of being inside you.”
“I’ve missed you too. So, so much.”
I could feel my body winding up for another release. The simple act of Bishop making sweet, passionate love to me—something I hadn’t been sure would ever happen again—had a wave of heat racing through my body.
He moved his hand and lifted my leg higher on his hip, and I moaned in delight as he went in deeper.
His pace picked up, and I knew he was close to his own release. I remembered everything about Bishop. How he felt when he moved inside of me. How his kisses seemed deeper, more passionate when we made love. And I knew when he was getting close to his own orgasm.
“Abby, God…I’m not going to last much longer, baby.”
He increased his rhythm, and I met him thrust for thrust. Our breathing increased, and I gripped onto him for dear life when he changed his angle and I exploded once more. I called out his name just as he called out mine.
We continued to move as we both came together. For a moment, I felt like I left my body, my orgasm leaving me nearly breathless.
Slowing his movements, Bishop kissed me deeply, then ripped his mouth away to suck in a breath.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up into his eyes. Yes, there it was. That look I had dreamed about for the last two years.
Bishop looked at me with nothing but pure love on his face. My heart felt like it did a little flip in my chest.
Finally, he lay over me, our heavy breaths mixing as we both slowly came down from the euphoria. I ran my fingertips lightly over his back, keeping my legs locked around him.
He softly laughed. “You’re holding on to me like you’re afraid I’m going to leave.”
“I am. I’m scared to death this is all a dream.”
He rested his forehead on mine. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.”
I slowly moved my legs, and Bishop withdrew from my body, leaving me feeling instantly empty.
He rolled off the bed and looked back at me. “Wait here.”
I nodded and stayed exactly where I was, looking around the space that once used to be my bedroom. What would happen next? Where would we go from here?
I knew Bishop was in the bathroom, most likely asking himself the same question.
I heard him turn on the faucet. After a few moments, he walked back into the bedroom, and I took in his beautifully chiseled body. His broad shoulders led to a slim waist. Those washboard abs were just as impressive now as they were the first time I saw him naked—more so, if truth be told. His muscular legs flexed as he made his way over to me, a washcloth in his hands.
“Let me clean you up, Abs.”
My heart skipped a beat. I dropped my legs open, and he pressed the warm cloth to my body.
“Abs, I have to ask you something.”
“Anything,” I replied.
His gaze lifted and met mine. Oh, how I loved those blue eyes of his. “Are you on the pill?”
My entire body froze. I hadn’t even thought about how Bishop would feel about birth control. He might have forgiven me, made love to me, but would he want to pick up where I had abruptly cut us off?
He clearly saw the worry on my face, because he tossed the washcloth to the floor and pulled me into his arms. “I’m not upset, Abs. And I don’t want you to be either.”
I turned my head to look at him with what I was sure was a shocked expression on my face.
“First, I need you to know I’ve never had sex with anyone without protection,” he said.
There was no way for me to avoid the sick feeling I felt at the mention of Bishop being with anyone else. I had seen it with my own eyes, and the memory of it came rushing back. I pushed it away and stared down at my hands.
Bishop placed his finger under my chin, lifting until I met his gaze. I forced a weak smile. “I’m sorry. I know I have no right to feel the way I do, but I can’t help it.”
“I’d feel the same way if you said you had been with someone else.”
I swallowed hard and answered his question. “No, I’m not on the pill.”
His face showed zero emotion, so I had no idea what he was thinking.
I sighed. “I’ve spent the last two years trying to deal with the loss of our baby, the loss of our marriage, and the guilt of causing both.”
“What?” Bishop asked in a barely there voice.
“I know I’m to blame, Bishop. It’s taken me a long time to stop blaming myself for the baby, but losing you was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Abby. None of it was.”
Tears pricked at the back of my eyes. It was wrong, but I was so tired of arguing.
Bishop pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me tightly. “I never once blamed you for the baby. And I can’t imagine the fear you felt when I said we should try
again. I’m so sorry, Abby. I don’t care if you never want to try again. All I want is you.”
Warmth radiated throughout my entire body at his words. I ran my finger along his perfect jawline and whispered, “I want to have a baby.”
He winked and flashed me that crooked smile of his. “I hope with me.”
I lightly chuckled and placed my hand on the side of his face. “Yes, with you.”
Bishop chuckled back. “Callie is going to kick my ass.”
I frowned.
“She’s my therapist. I told her you were coming over here today, and she told me not to sleep with you.”
My eyes went wide. “Oh, oops.”
Bishop laughed again.
I chewed nervously on my lip. “How do we do this? I mean, do we date?”
Bishop’s eyes met mine. “I love you, Abby. I’ve never stopped loving you. I wish, just as much as you do, that I could go back and change the past two years. The things I did, said, felt…but I can’t. All I can do is try to make it up to you and show you every day that you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. Ever wanted.”
I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Stop. We both agreed that we’ve made mistakes and that the past is the past. I want to look forward to the future, and if I’m lucky enough to have you back, then that’s all I care about, Bishop. You are all I care about. I love you so much.”
Cupping my cheek in his hand, Bishop kissed me. In that one kiss, I felt all the bitterness that we’d both carried over the last two years melt. All the regrets, pain, anger, sadness. That one kiss wiped it all away.
Bishop finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on mine. “I know you were looking at a rental yesterday, but I’d really love for you to come back home.”
I pulled my head back and studied him. “Wait, how did you know I was looking at a rental?”
He frowned slightly. “Two years away from Boggy Creek and you forgot how quickly gossip spreads in this town.”
I was positive my mouth was hanging open in shock. “But that fast? How?”
“I’m going to guess the listing agent probably said something. Someone overheard, then told someone in Annie’s, and the word just spread.”
I shook my head. “Damn small towns.”
Bishop smiled and tapped my nose with his finger. “What do you say? Will you come home?”
Is this really happening? “I’m so afraid this is a dream, and I’ll wake up back in Boston.”
He raised a single brow on his handsome face. “Then I better show you it’s not a dream.”
He flipped me back onto the bed and crawled over me. My stomach dipped at the anticipation of Bishop being inside of me again.
He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips before settling between my legs.
“Bishop.” My voice cracked, and I knew he could hear my nervousness. He stopped and looked down at me.
“I, um…I went to see a therapist here in town. I’ve only seen her once; she was recommended to me by a friend in Boston who’s also a therapist. I spoke a lot about you and the baby we lost. Mostly about my fear of you not forgiving me, of being a coward and wasting these last two years. Also, how to make a life again in Boggy Creek, possibly without you.”
Sadness swept across his face, and he moved off of me and lay on his side. I did the same, facing him.
“Did you see a therapist in Boston?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. But like I said, I met a good friend, and she really helped me a lot.”
He smiled and ran his hand up and down my arm. “I’m glad you had someone to talk to, Abs.”
I dug my teeth into my lower lip, pondering my next question.
Bishop chuckled as he reached up and pulled it free. “Talk to me, Abby.”
“Would you like to go with me to my next appointment?”
A brightness returned to his eyes. “Really?”
I nodded. “Yes. I wish I had gone with you when you asked me. Maybe if I had, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”
“Abby, you’ve got to stop beating yourself up.”
“I know, I know. I just hope you know how much I regret leaving. I’ve missed you so much, Bishop.”
He reached for me and rolled onto his back, settling me on top so I straddled him. He stared up at me with a wicked smile. “We’ve done enough talking. Why don’t you show me how much you’ve missed me?”
I pushed down and rubbed against his hard-on, causing us both to moan. Shifting up onto my knees, I positioned Bishop at my entrance and slowly eased down until he was completely inside of me.
“Fuuuuck. I’m not going to last long, Abby. I want to come inside you again.”
Leisurely moving up and down, I nodded. “Yes. I want you to.”
Bishop grabbed my body and lifted his hips. I sucked in a breath at how deep he went and then sighed in pleasure.
I placed my hands on his chest and picked up my rhythm. “Bishop. Oh God, yes! Oh God!”
“That’s it, baby…use me to make yourself come. Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy. That’s it, Abs. You feel so good, sweetheart.”
I moved faster, and the sound of Bishop moaning nearly made me orgasm. I sat up, and the feel of him so deep inside of me was more than I could take. The moment I opened my eyes and saw him looking up at me, I lost the fight. I came hard and fast.
From the look on Bishop’s face, he was just as close. He called out my name and sat up, wrapping me in his arms while he came right along with me.
When our bodies were spent, Bishop dropped back on the bed and I followed. I wasn’t sure how long I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat go from pounding to slow and steady.
Lifting up, I moved to his side, and Bishop turned and drew me against his body, holding me like he was afraid I would leave again.
“I swear to you, I’ll never hurt you again, Bishop. Never.”
He tightened his arms for a moment, then loosened his grip. We both drifted off to sleep.
Bishop
A feeling of utter happiness washed over me when I woke up with Abby in my arms later in the afternoon. I still couldn’t believe she was finally back.
I gently moved away from her, then rolled over and got out of bed. Glancing at the clock, I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep; it just felt so fucking good to have Abby’s warm body up against mine. I creeped into my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. We still had two hours before everyone started to show up, and I needed to get a few things set up outside.
As I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, Abby groaned and rolled over. I paused to see if she had woken up. When I didn’t hear her make any other sounds, I slipped into the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower.
After a quick wash, I got dressed and went back into the bedroom. I stopped when I saw Abby asleep in the bed. Her light brown hair was spread out across the pillow, and her lips were arranged in a peaceful smile. She looked like Sleeping Beauty.
I wasn’t sure how long I stood there staring before I forced myself to leave the bedroom. After searching for my phone, I finally found it and headed out to the garage. I pulled up Kyle’s number and hit it.
“Hey, how did lunch go with Abby?”
I looked back at the closed garage door. “Well, considering she’s asleep in my bed, I think it went well.”
“What? Dude, you slept with her? Are you…does this mean what I think it does?”
I couldn’t help the smile that grew across my face. “After a rough start and some honest talking, yeah. One thing led to another, and I asked her to move back in.”
“Holy shit. I thought maybe you guys would talk, hopefully make up…but this is great, Bishop! I mean, this is good, right?”
“Yeah, man, it’s good. Really good.”
“I’m really happy for you, dude. You two belong together—everyone knew it.”
I rubbed at the back of my neck. “Do you think we�
�re moving too fast? I mean…she’s not on the pill, and we just slept together twice with no protection.”
“Bishop, it’s not like the two of you just met. You’ve been miserable without Abby. And from what Greer tells me, Abby has been miserable without you. No, I don’t think you’re moving too fast. I mean, I thought maybe once you got back together, you’d want to spend some time with one another, but hey. Whatever happens will happen for a reason. The only two people who matter are the two of you. Hell, I’m surprised you didn’t haul her off to the Justice of the Peace to get remarried.”
I let out a strangled laugh. “I thought about it.”
“Listen, I say whatever makes the two of you happy, do it. Who gives a shit about anyone else?”
Smiling, I replied, “This is why I like you the best.”
A roar of laughter came through the phone.
I could feel my face fall as I realized how damn lucky I was to have Kyle in my life. I cleared my throat. “Seriously, thank you, Kyle. You’ve always been there for me, through the tough times and the good.”
“And I always will. You know what this means though. Hunter and I are the only two single ones left.”
“Did you see him with Arabella the other night at the girls’ little slumber party? The way the two of them looked at each other? You can’t tell me there aren’t still feelings there. If Abby hadn’t pulled Arabella away, they probably would have kissed.”
“I saw. Trust me, I saw. I think the issue goes a bit deeper on Arabella’s side.”
“What happened when you took the two of them hiking?”
Kyle remained silent on the phone. Then he said, “I can’t, dude. It’s not my place to say anything, and honestly, I don’t really know anything. But…I suspect something.”
“I know something bad happened to her in college. Abby knows, but she’s never told me.”
Kyle sighed. “Yeah, it’s something she needs to work out. I’ve already mentioned it to Aiden. I’m hoping maybe he can get her to open up to someone at his clinic.”
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