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He laughs, then his hand skims higher. “But I’d rather not.” Nate pulls away. “No, you’re right. This is too weird. Bishop.” He must lean over because his breath falls over my face.
“Yeah, no, that’s not what I meant!”
Bishop growls. Straight up growls. “Move, Nate.”
Nate’s leg that was brushing against me is now gone, and I turn my head toward where Bishop is, to ask what the fuck is going on, when I’m suddenly on my back and a hard body is hovering over me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, feeling a little claustrophobic with my lack of vision and with him lying on top of me. Although he isn’t resting his whole body on me, his waist pins me down.
“Bishop,” someone warns opposite me.
His body brushes over me, and I slam my mouth shut. Warm, misty breath falls over my mouth in shallow pants. “Answer me when I ask you a question. If you lie, I’ll do something you may find inappropriate. Do you understand?”
“Um, honestly? No, I don—”
His mouth presses against mine, warm, soft lips heavy on my own. My blood heats and my ears begin to pound. He lifts lightly. “Do you—” He brings his mouth down to my ear. “—understand?” he growls into the thin flesh of my neck.
“Ye—” I clear my throat. “Yes.”
“All we had to do was kiss her to shut her up?” a voice says, then I hear a whack, and then he grunts, “Ouch!”
“Have you ever lied?”
What kind of question is that?
“Yes.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“That’s a tricky question.”
“How so?” he asks. I can almost imagine the head tilt.
“Well…” I clear my throat. You will not remember. “It just is.”
Pause. Silence.
“She’s not lying,” Bishop whispers.
“Yeah, we’ll be talking about that,” Nate says from the other side of the car.
“I doubt that, brother. The only thing you’ll be talking about is how you missed a flying bullet.”
Silence, and then laughter from everyone but Nate and Bishop.
“Do you trust me?” Bishop asks.
“No.”
“You’re smart.”
“Debatable, considering my current circumstances.” He lifts off me, and I scoot up from my position.
“Take off the blindfold.” I grip onto it, pushing it up my forehead. There are gold neon lights lining the inside of the… stretched Hummer? No wonder so many people could fit in it.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, looking around and out the windows. “Where the fuck am I?”
I look to Bishop, finding him every bit as delicious as I found him at school. Even though he and I had only spoken once before this, it’s still hard to realize it’s the same guy. Before tonight, I only had stare-downs to compare anything to besides the night he made Brantley leave me alone.
“Take her home.” Bishop doesn’t look at me; he looks straight at Nate.
“We can’t do that,” Brantley growls from a dark corner, his hoodie still over his face. Bishop still has his on too, along with his loose expensive-looking destroyed jeans.
Bishop looks directly at Brantley this time. “We’re taking her home.”
“Um, not to be a pain in the ass or anything, but you guys owe me an explanation. You pulled me out of bed at three in the morning, kidnap me, and then…” I look directly at Bishop this time, his eyes peering straight back from under his hood. Damn. Focus. “…kiss me. What the hell is going on?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” Bishop says, his eyes not moving from me. “At least not now.”
“Hmm, see, I have a problem with tha—”
His hand comes out to mine, and then he tugs on me roughly until I’m on his lap, straddling him.
“What are you doing?” I push on his chest. Hard chest—check! One of his hands snakes up my spine and then toward the back of my neck, while his other remains clenched on my hip. He pulls my face down to meet his until his lips are skimming over mine. “Whatever the fuck I want to do. Now, do us all a favor, and shut your fucking mouth.”
I slam my mouth shut, my teeth pulling in my bottom lip. His eyes drop to my mouth before coming back to my eyes.
“I just realized I’m still in my pajamas. Yes, I want to go home. Take me home.” I climb off his lap and his grip on me loosens after a few seconds. Plopping down beside him, I look at Nate. “Fuck you.”
“Oh, you love me.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I don’t.”
“Sure you do.” He grins at me. “I’m sorry, kitten.”
“Nope.” I shake my head, pulling my hair out of its ponytail before raking my fingers through and pulling it back to the top of my head. “I’m not cool with kitten either.”
“But it’s cute.” Nate grins.
“Exactly, and I’m not.”
“Truth,” Brantley murmurs. “She’s fucking annoying. Call her… rat.”
I flip him off, and his eyes darken, but not in the way Bishop’s do. In a way that would probably send chills down my spine, because I’m 100 percent certain he hates me.