Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Bishop, babe, please,” she cries out.
Once she comes in my mouth, I move up her body and crush her lips with my mouth. She moans as she gets a taste of herself from my lips. She sucks my lip into her mouth, causing me to growl.
I kiss her with more passion than I ever have. We both get lost in the kiss for a bit. Pulling her leg back to my hip, I slide into her tight, warm, sopping wet pussy.
“Bishop,” she gasps.
I place a hand on her ass and guide her to move with me as I set a sensual pace. A pace that stirs something within. Dipping my head, I draw her nipple into my mouth.
A groan rumbles in my chest as we work our bodies together. The connection between us heightens with each rock of our hips. I pull harder and deeper at her peak in my mouth before I allow it to slip free.
Lifting my head, I return to her mouth. She cups my face as I deepen the kiss. Pulling back, she looks into my eyes.
I’m so hard inside her. Needing my mouth on hers, I capture her lips once again. I swirl my tongue in her mouth until we begin to battle each other for dominance. Eventually, she surrenders and allows me to take over.
“Only you can do this to me. I love you. I only ever want you. No one can come between this,” I say into her mouth.
Placing my hand between her breasts, I look into her eyes as I passionately rock into her—thrusting deeper and with more power. Saga claws at my shoulder, moving her hand to my back where she caresses my skin.
I plant my foot on the mattress to thrust deeper into her. This feels like us. My mind is only on her and I can feel she’s with me. A part of me knows this has been what’s missing.
I think we allowed life to get too noisy. For that, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean for us to lose sight of each other.
Saga should never feel like she can’t talk to me. She always comes first. I will make this right.
“Bishop, oh my God,” she cries as she pushes her hands into my sweaty hair.
“Making love to you completes me. We’ll have another baby. I promise,” I say into her ear.
“I love you so much, Bishop. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Just come to me first next time. I love you,” I breathe as I spill into her.
I press my forehead to hers and absorb her love as I push mine into her. In this moment, I know we’re going to be fine. If I have to release this next album without the label, I will. Fiona has to go.
Knight
“Why is the room breathing so loud?” Rem groans as she sits up and holds her head.
I snicker at her as I lean in and kiss the top of her head. She takes the mug of coffee I have in my hand and lifts her face to me. I peck her lips and smile as I take a seat on the side of the bed next to her.
“I don’t think the room is breathing, baby.”
“Ugh, yes, it is, and it’s spinning. What the fuck did they put in those drinks?”
I laugh a little harder. She has slept in most of the morning. I knew she was going to pay for yesterday when she woke.
“I don’t know what you were drinking, but we have to go there together one night. Sounds like my kind of bartender. You were totally shitfaced last night.”
“Did Saga get home?”
I lift a brow at her. “Yeah, baby. We dropped her off.”
“I should call her and check in.”
“You want to tell me what all that was about?”
She chews on her lip as she searches my face. I don’t push, because I’m sure this is one of those moments when being in-laws muddies the waters. My mind is still on her words from last night.
She wants to love me.
I get ready to see if I can lead us into a conversation that will get her to confess those feelings out loud while sober, but her phone rings. She covers her forehead and groans. I grab the offending device and answer it for her.
“Hello.”
“Knight?”
I chuckle as Rem scoots back down in the bed and covers her head with the sheets. I shake my head at her. I’ll have to get her some aspirin and I plan to make her breakfast.
“Hey, Saga. How are you feeling?”
“Like a truck ran me over.”
“Sounds about right. Rem looks like she was standing right next to you while it happened.”
“Is that why you’re answering her phone?”
“Pretty much.”
“Can you tell her I was wrong and we worked everything out,” Saga murmurs.
I want to fist pump the air. Reminisce can’t use this as a reason we shouldn’t be together. I knew my brother would fix whatever’s going on.