Bishop: A True Lover's Story

Bishop’s laughter was deep and rumbly as he tilted his head back and filled Edison’s car with a wonderful sound. When he finally stopped, his laughter dying down to a deep chuckle, Edison ducked his head, not wanting Bishop to see how elated he’d just made him. That a-hole had tried to make Bishop feel small, and at times, as if he was simple, but Edison knew the man beside him was far from that. And it’d only taken a few words from him and Bishop felt better. He’d done that for him.

Bishop’s expression turned serious as he leaned in and cupped Edison’s jaw, rubbing his rough hand along his cheek. Edison placed his hand over Bishop’s to keep him from removing it and closed his eyes. Next thing he felt was Bishop’s full, warm lips pressing against his own. He moaned louder than he should’ve at the light contact, but it felt so good he couldn’t help it. Bishop wove his hand to the back of his neck, the pressure feeling amazing as Bishop slanted his head and slid his tongue inside.

Edison rolled his eyes at the hot silkiness stroking his mouth. Bishop was so sensual in the way he touched him that Edison had a hard time fighting to not to embarrass himself. Like, who came from just kissing? Thank goodness Bishop eased back when he did, just letting his lips linger close to his. They were both breathing deeply, recycling the same lustful breaths.

“Did I tell you that you look sexy tonight?” Bishop rumbled, running his other hand along the underside of Edison’s lapel, his knuckles grazing over his nipple.

Edison groaned quietly. “I think once or twice, yes.”

“You do.”

“Thank you,” Edison whispered.

Bishop kissed him once more, then moved back to his side of the vehicle. Edison pressed the start engine button then had a great idea that he knew would skyrocket Bishop’s mood into space where the thought of Royce didn’t even exist. He started smiling before he could say it.

“What’s so funny?” Bishop asked.

“Nothing. I just have a great idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You mind a quick pitstop before we go back to my place.”

Bishop licked his lips, “Sure. I like the way that sounds… back to your place.”

Edison’s breath stuttered. Dang, Bishop exuded sex and charm. Edison wanted to press down on his growing cock, but he knew his face would brighten in shame if he did. Instead, he put the car in gear and drove the few blocks over to the Barnes & Noble and parked in the full lot. When he glanced over Bishop was looking up at the building with an unreadable expression.

“Guess what?”

“What?” Bishop turned to face him.

“Remember that black ops story I was reading to you last week by P. Stevenson Roth?”

“Yeah. That author was cool. I liked his style… and I especially like the way you sound when you read those love scenes.”

Edison bit his bottom lip at the unique, and much-loved compliment. “He has another series about an assassin named Meridian. It’s his Meridian Takedown series, and the reviews are crazy. I ordered it last week and it’s here for pickup.”

Bishop stared at Edison a long time, his dark eyes on his face, and he wondered if his great idea wasn’t so great after all. Edison dropped his head, his voice lowering with uncertainty, but he didn’t know what else to say. “I know tonight didn’t go as planned, but I don’t want you to think I’m upset or anything. Look, we can get this new book and go back to my place… and… and I can just read to you, Bishop. I don’t want you to feel pressured to have to make up for anything because tonight was really special to me. Just being with you.”

Bishop shocked him when he turned and got out without a word, and Edison’s world felt as if it’d dropped from beneath his feet for a couple of seconds until Bishop walked around his car and opened his door. A thick palm was held out to him, and when he took it, Edison was hauled into a hard chest as strong arms encased in him right there in the wide-open lot. Bishop certainly wasn’t shy. A woman walked by with her teenage daughter, who both gave them sweet smiles.

Edison wrapped his arms around Bishop’s back. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m not mad, Eddie. Just disappointed. I wanted to be alone with you.”

“We’re alone now,” Edison whispered.

Bishop placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, dipping his head lower and burrowing into the side of his jaw with his rough stubble. “Come on. Let’s get that book.”

Edison inched back and glanced down between them. “I’m glad I’m wearing a jacket.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Bishop

Bishop adjusted himself before he walked inside the brightly lit bookstore. He held Edison’s hand tightly and let him lead them through the throngs of displays, navigating the aisles as if he knew the place well. He didn’t mind trailing behind so he could watch Edison’s nice ass move in those expensive-looking jeans. Edison’s clothes always fit him just right, and all Bishop could think about was stripping him out of them and worshiping every inch of him.