Bishop: A True Lover's Story

“I know it might seem that way from your point of view, but trust me, it’s not. You just don’t know him. He wouldn’t do that. At all.” Bishop shoved his card back into his wallet and grabbed his keys off the counter.

“Then maybe I should meet him.” Mike stood at the door waiting on him. “If you’re getting serious.”

“You’re shitting me, right?” Bishop frowned.

“No. I wanna know his intentions.” Mike couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore.

Bishop shoved him out of the door. “Funny. Get the hell out so I can lock the door.”

“No, really.” Mike stopped at his old Tacoma pickup as Bishop kept walking towards the work truck to unhitch the trailer. “I’d like to meet him.”

“I’ll see,” Bishop answered. “We’re not quite there yet.”

“Then what’s with the bag?” His dad pointed at the small duffle on his shoulder.

“He asked if I wanted to stay for dinner, so I’m bringing a change of clothes.”

“Meaning you’re showering there?”

Bishop glanced up in annoyance, “It’s just a wash-up in a damn guest bathroom, Mike, damn.”

Mike raised his hands. “Don’t be late for work in the morning.”

Bishop rolled his eyes and climbed into the driver’s seat. If Mike only knew. Bishop wished like hell he could stay all night in Edison’s bed.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Edison

Edison heard Bishop’s truck engine over Michael Bublé’s version of Summer Winds he had playing pretty loud on his sound system. He quickly wiped his hands on his apron and used the remote to turn down his CD. He’d had enough time to shower and change into something more fitting for the evening after work. He’d used his best aftershave and was wearing his softest gray T-shirt. Edison slung the dish towel over his shoulder and went to open the front door. Bishop had tools in both hands so he couldn’t wave, but Edison was happy to accept the delicious leer he gave him as an alternative.

“Let me put these in the back,” Bishop said, heading towards the side gate.

Edison could already feel his accelerated heart rate at the knowledge that Bishop was back on his property. He hoped he remembered about the dinner raincheck, because he was cashing in on that tonight. He and Bishop had cleared up a lot during their talks on the telephone. And, now that he knew that Bishop wanted him just as badly as before, if not more, he was feeling encouraged.

He walked through his home, doing one final inspection before he spread the patio doors open. Bishop dropped his small hand tools near the porch and walked inside. He stepped back to allow him through his door when he was gripped around his waist and pulled flush against Bishop’s chest.

“C’mere, Eddie. I’ve wanted to do this since this morning.” Bishop leaned in and slanted his mouth over Edison’s, his tongue seeking entry.

Oh yes. Edison opened willingly, letting Bishop lead. He felt his waist hugged tighter as he wrapped his arms around Bishop’s neck, making him have to tilt his head even farther. They eventually had to come up for air, and Bishop buried his nose beneath his jaw and inhaled deeply.

“You always smell so damn good,” Bishop groaned, nipping at his cheek.

Edison could feel Bishop’s hardness against his thigh and his ass clenched in anticipation. He wondered if he could take a man as big as Bishop. He ran his hands over Bishop’s broad shoulders and down his chest. He couldn’t go any farther because of the coveralls, so he kept massaging on those firm pecs.

Bishop dropped his head back and moaned, “Your hands.”

Edison leaned in and kissed Bishop’s tanned throat, continuing his modest touches which were becoming more confident with every sigh of approval Bishop made. He hadn’t realized they were moving until his back hit the glass door and Bishop was pressed against him. Edison moaned next when Bishop’s thick hands snaked up his body until they got to his throat. He stretched his neck wanting everything Bishop was doing and more. Blunt nails dug into his flesh just enough to make his eyes fall closed.

Bishop growled and attacked Edison’s mouth with vigor, pushing his strong hips against his until Edison thought he’d come in his pants if Bishop didn’t stop soon. “Fuck. This is why I need to wait,” Bishop said against Edison’s hot skin. “I still can’t control myself.”

Edison’s shook with want, he didn’t need Bishop to exhibit control. But it wasn’t just about him. Bishop said he’d made vows to himself before he’d come home, and he wanted to keep them. If Edison wanted to be respected about his life’s choices, then he needed to respect Bishop’s as well. He’d lived a life of celibacy for the last five years; Edison didn’t want to pressure him before he was ready to fulfill that vow.

Edison turned his head and took a deep breath. Bishop’s lips ghosted over his pulse, which only made it speed up more.