Runaway Bride
Free to be with the man I love.
I feel like I’ve finally found my own footing, like I’m my own person.
We walk around the corner, and Bishop pulls me into his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I want to kiss him, taste him, crawl deep inside him and sink my claws into him, daring him to try to make me let go.
“I want you…” I can’t even finish my sentence before all hell breaks loose around us. Someone hits Bishop from behind, causing his hold on me to slip. I am sent to the ground, landing harshly against the cold concrete. Bishop’s gaze bleeds into mine, and in the next second, he’s gathering his bearings, turning on the two thugs trying to take us out.
He pulls back his clenched fist and lands a punch to one of the guys before slugging the other in the stomach. They both groan as he kicks the shit out of them, blind fury pouring from him like a wound gushing blood. I shove up from the ground and wrap an arm around his bicep. He calms at my touch, then steps away from the two battered bodies lying in the alleyway.
“If you ever try to fuck with her again, I’ll kill you.” This isn’t a warning or even a threat. It’s a promise.
Fuck with what is his, and he will destroy you.
Taking my hand into his, he guides us back toward the SUV.
“Are you okay, Bambi?” he whispers into my hair, his lips ghosting against my skin, making me shiver. He looks me up and down, moving my chin from side to side and checking my back beneath my shirt.
“I’m okay. How did you—where did you learn how to fight like that?” My heart pounds deep inside my chest as I ask the questions. His movements were fluid, taught—he knew what he was doing.
“Marines. I did four years. They teach you everything you need to know about fighting, including hand to hand combat.”
“How old are you then?”
He grins, opening the car door for me. “Twenty-three. I enlisted when I was seventeen.” I sigh into the leather at his response. Not that his age would change how I feel about him, still, I wouldn’t want there to be a ten-year age gap between us. I want all of his time.
He jogs over to the driver’s side of the car and gets in. I can tell he’s still worked up by the way his eyes seem darker, and his hands are still shaking with pent up aggression.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, now that we’ve got all that out of the way.” He starts the car, and we head off back to his apartment. On the way there, I feel this overwhelming need to apologize for my parents’ actions toward him.
“I’m sorry, Bishop…that my mother judged you and talked down to you like that.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment. Watching him endure the same thing I did for years angers me beyond measure.
“Don’t be sorry. You never have to be sorry with me. Your parents are idiots. It’s them who slung the hateful words and judgement. Don’t apologize for someone else’s actions.”
“But I brought you there—”
Bishop cuts me off with a heated look. “I’m starting to think you want me to take you across my knee and slap your ass cheeks until they’re bright red.”
His filthy mouth and even dirtier words zing straight to my core.
“I want everything. I want you to do everything to me…” And I do. I want everything, all of him, every single part.
“And you’ll have me, forever and always, Bambi. You’re no longer a runaway bride. Now, you’re mine, property of Bishop.”
I laugh, but it’s true. I’m no longer running. I’ve found my forever—my happily ever after.
Epilogue
“Hands and knees, Bambi,” I order, landing a hard smack to her ass. She mewls into the bed sheets, attempting to keep her ass in the air. Her effort is adorable, and I land another slap to her other ass cheek, watching as her pussy throbs, her sweet honey dripping down her creamy white thighs. She fists the sheets, and her body shakes as I trail my fingers down her spine.
“Your pussy is begging to choke my cock, begging to be impaled,” I growl.
“Please, Bishop. Please…” I smile, my cock hardening to the point of pain.
“Please what? What do you want me to do with my big fat cock?” I grip my throbbing member and slide it against her slick slit.
“Please, fuck me…” she begs, and pushes back so my throbbing cock slides right into her soaked pussy. For a moment, I force myself to be still, letting her take control. She keeps pushing herself into me, fucking me instead of letting me fuck her. It feels so fucking amazing. I look down and watch her pussy swallow my dick, her ass bouncing on my cock. But I need more. I need to pound her tight little hole—hard.