Bishop: A True Lover's Story

“Thank you,” he whispered. He had no idea why he’d said that. He felt his face heat to an abnormal temperature. Bishop squeezed his waist, causing him to squirm uncomfortably at the thought of Bishop feeling his love handles. While he was proud at how far he’d come with controlling his weight and health, he couldn’t help feeling a bit self-conscious in Bishop’s strong presence, and he hated that.

He liked to think he was a decent guy—raised with manners, followed the golden rule, there was no reason for him to have to settle for someone who mistreated him because he wasn’t a perfect six foot with a thirty-six inch waist. No, he didn’t look like Skylar, but to him Sky was the ugliest man in the world because of how disgusting he was inside. When Edison would come home from school crying because the kids were picking on him again, his father would tell him it was what was on the inside that mattered. And he hoped that Bishop was attracted to him, not so much what everyone saw on the outside.

“You smell so good,” Bishop murmured, his nose still doing the exploring while those full lips danced across his skin, just barely touching the corner of his lips.

Edison gasped when Bishop cupped his jaw, tilted his head in the direction he wanted him then went for his mouth. His lips were spread wider when Bishop’s tongue plunged inside for a thorough taste. Edison hadn’t been kissed in ages, and he’d sort of forgotten that he needed to participate as well. He placed his hands gingerly on Bishop’s thick shoulders and let his tongue out to play. At the first swipe along Bishop’s bottom lip, he heard the growl before he was hefted off the floor and set on top of his counter as if he was about to be prepped for a meal.

His eyes went wide as he clutched Bishop’s arms. How the heck had he lifted him so effortlessly? In this position, he was looking down into Bishop’s eyes, and he felt himself getting lost in their darkness and not wanting to be found. He’d never been on his counter like this, tossed onto it in the throes of passion. He had only seen that kind of thing happen in movies. Bishop went for his mouth again and Edison didn’t resist him no matter how much his lips were trembling. He was more active this time, feeling emboldened by his position. He spread his legs wider and wrapped his arms around Bishop’s neck while he sucked on his tongue.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Bishop

Bishop had his tongue buried so deep in Edison’s mouth that he was practically suffocating him. But he couldn’t stop. When he finally came up for air, he kept his nose against Edison’s jaw, inhaling his fragrance. He’d found the man’s natural scent buried beneath the aroma from tonight’s dinner and just under the smell of that enticing cologne. Bishop’s dick was so hard he couldn’t see straight. He could feel the dampness in his shorts, and he wanted to reach inside and stroke the slickness over his sensitive head, but he kept his focus on Edison. He was already giving Bishop all that he’d wanted and more. There was nothing in the world like Edison’s responses to him. They were addictive, and it made him feel powerful at how weak he could make him.

Edison continued to pepper him with those timid kisses right before Bishop would dive in for a deeper taste. Edison’s flavor was so new, and mouthwatering that he had a difficult time breaking away for air. He hadn’t meant to handle Edison so aggressively by tossing him onto the counter, but he’d lost all rational thought at the first real feel of Edison’s body—such a contrast to what he’d been used to seeing for the past several years. Edison felt so tender that Bishop found himself pressing in tighter, not able to get close enough to satisfy his urge. He released Edison’s cheeks and wrapped both arms around his waist, loving the suppleness of flesh under his touch. Edison was damn near surrendering himself to his command, and it shot to his head before it hit him square in the nuts. Fuck.

It’d been way too long, and Bishop knew he was losing control, but god he wanted, needed. Before he’d been released from prison, he’d vowed to himself not to be careless about sex, and to build some form of a relationship with a man before he jumped into bed with him. A man who would accept him for all that he was… and all that he wasn’t.

Edison moaned loudly when Bishop rerouted his hands and ran them up that soft chest until he got to his throat. “Eddie,” Bishop groaned, licking him along the creamy skin over his jaw.