I huffed out a breath, then tilted my head at him. “And that makes you mad?” I was taunting the beast. I wasn’t sure why. It sure as hell wasn’t wise.
Bishop chuckled and pulled me close with his other hand. “Don’t worry, Pet. I won’t let you get under my skin. I want what I want.” He squeezed my ass.
Arrogant jerk. If only it didn’t turn me on so badly, wanting what I shouldn’t. If only I could find pleasure any other way… And if only the ache wasn’t so bad!
“What about what everyone else wants?”
He just chuckled deeper and reached down a hand, reaching into my leggings. I could have stopped him, but I didn’t. When his thick fingers made contact with my drenched sex, he knew my secret—exactly how turned on by him I was.
“Oh, but you do want me,” he laughed low. “It’s adorable how you try to deny it.”
“You are such an arrogant—” I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
“But it’s still the truth. Doesn’t me skipping the fight to come back here count for anything?”
I paused, my tirade dying on my tongue. Damn him, he was right. And I knew exactly how much he’d been looking forward to that fight. He obviously saw I had melted just the tiniest bit, and where there was an inch, Bishop took a mile.
He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were hard and cruel on mine. My sex throbbed with want. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. “Now, you wanna get down on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl I know you can be?” He shrugged. “Or do you never wanna know what it feels like to come so hard your skull splits apart?”
My belly flipped at his dirty words. I breathed out hard, expelling frustration, lust—everything I couldn’t express with words.
He grinned, always able to read me far too well. “Knees,” he demanded.
“Stop being such an asshole, she just told you—” Mason started, but I dropped down to my knees. If the guys got into a fight, I might miss my opportunity. And damn Bishop, but I couldn’t bear that thought. Because he was right. I did ache for him, and the promise in his words…
Bishop grinned and backed up to the door as he unbuttoned his jeans. “Now crawl. Crawl to me like the good little pet you are. And then suck my cock like you’re parched and my dick is the only source of sustenance in fifty miles. Oh, and bra off.”
God, I hated him sometimes. Even as his words made my sex weep.
“Luna, get up off the floor,” Mason said, obviously upset. “You don’t have to degrade yourself like—”
I started crawling. I didn’t care that I was crawling on the floor of the bus. It was thoroughly cleaned once a week. I looked towards Mason and pleaded with my eyes for him to understand. This was what I wanted. Maybe even what I needed, if the growing throb between my legs was any indication.
For years this unsatiated need had been growing. Being around them all but being unable to touch them—some days I’d felt on the edge of madness, only relieving the pressure valve building up inside me by going nuts and losing myself on the drums.
But now… I not only got to touch them, but kiss, and fondle, and suckle—
I arrived at Bishop’s feet and looked up. I reached to pull out his shaft but his hand shot down and shackled my wrist.
“Beg,” he growled, eyes merciless as he looked down at me. “Beg for the privilege of sucking my cock.”
“As if it’s such a privilege,” Mason snarked from behind us. “You let any coked-up groupie suck you off.”
I saw the blood drain from Bishop’s face in the way it did when he was really getting pissed. It hadn’t even done that earlier when he’d decked the asshole back at the arena. So quickly, I said, “Please. Please.” And I put my whole heart into the words because he did genuinely have me begging, my need was so bad. “Please can I suck your cock, Bishop?”
Bishop grinned at Mason as he took his cock out, grabbed the back of my head, and rubbed the bulb of his shaft along the seam of my lips.
Mason turned and looked like he was gonna stomp off towards the bunks.
I pulled back from Bishop’s cock long enough to say, “No. Mason. Stay. I want this with all of us together.”
He froze and his head dropped. I could see it was a struggle for him and maybe I was a bitch to ask it. To stay and watch me give Bishop a blowjob. But that was the whole point. I didn’t want jealousy between us. And I wanted the hatred between the two of them to stop. If sharing my body couldn’t bring them together, I didn’t know what would.