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“Feel this.” He takes my hand and brings it down, pressing it against his thick-headed cock. “That’s all you need to feel.”
“I warned you.”
He ignores me, grinding his hips into me. “I might know what I’m doing.” He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me, his tongue entering my mouth, and I massage it with my own.
“I have no doubt that you do. It’s me I’m worried about.”
“As you should be,” Nate warns from somewhere in the thick smoke. “Just for the record, if you cause one teardrop from her eyes, B, I get one swing.”
Bishop chuckles against my lips. “She understands the guidelines of the game. No. Feelings,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on my lips after each word.
“Yeah, except she’s a girl—shocking, I know—and they always feel. How you feeling right now, Tillie?” he murmurs seductively.
“Oh stop!” I shuffle up. “We are not all going to have sex in the same room.”
Tatum groans from the back. “Speak for yourself.”
“Nope!” I launch off the floor, walking toward the tent entrance and pulling it open, the crisp, fresh mountain air awakening me somewhat. Bishop comes after me, taking my hand. “What’s wrong?”
I turn to look at him, searching his eyes. “Nothing. Just… my friends are sort of skanks.”
He laughs, tucking me under his arm. “Yeah, that I can agree with.”
Later that night, I’m sitting on one of the logs surrounding the bonfire, with Bishop next to me talking with Cash, his arm around my waist.
Tatum comes bouncing up to me, handing me a drink. “Sorry about before.”
I laugh, shaking my head and patting the spot beside me. “Don’t worry about it.”
She leans on my shoulder. “One more night here.”
“Yup.” I pop the P. One more night, and all I want to do is read my book. I don’t want to pull it out here, because someone might recognize it, and then Miss Winters might land her ass in trouble. So instead, I’ve had to let it burn in the back of my brain. But Bishop has been keeping my brain and body occupied, so it hasn’t been that hard. But alas, I’m still struggling with the urge to read what else is going on. The train of thoughts she was feeling has evoked something deep inside of me that I can’t let go of.
“So you and Bishop? All out in the open?” Tate whispers into my ear.
I bite down on my lower lip and shrug. “I don’t know, but I think so?”
She laughs, shoving me playfully. “Well, just be careful. Don’t show him all your cards.”
“Is this you giving me advice?” I whisper back loudly into her face.
“Yes!” she hisses with a grin. “I’m too pretty for prison, and I will kill him if he hurts you.”
I laugh, shaking my head while taking a sip of my drink. “Thanks, Tate.”
I look toward Bishop to find him staring at me. He swallows the rest of his drink and then tugs on my hand. “Come on.”
Cash is staring at me with a hint of a smug grin on his face.
The music changes to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus’s “Your Guardian Angel,” as we slowly dodge people and make our way deeper into the forest.
“Is this the part where you kill me?” I joke, our fingers lacing together. My heart skips a beat with how right it feels to have him so close.
He looks at me over his shoulder. “You laugh now…,” he teases.
My smile falls. “I swear to God, Bishop, if this is ano—”
“Shut up!” He spins around, pressing his finger to my lips. “Stop talking.” His eyes slice through every single restraint I thought I had. I nod and he drops his hand. “Good.” He keeps walking deeper into the forest, dodging fallen limbs as I follow his lead.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“It’s not far.” We keep walking for another twenty minutes, and then he stops, facing a thick area of shrubs. “What’s this?” I ask, tilting my head.
He pushes through a thick bush and steps ahead.
“Bishop?” The bush flies back into the same position it was in.
“Step through, kitty. Stop bitching out.”
I push my hands through and separate the little sharp branches, and then step one foot in until I’m on the other side. Letting it go, it flings back into place and I wipe my hands on my legs. “Jesus, what—” All thoughts skyrocket out of my head. “Oh my gosh,” I whisper, stepping forward and taking in the surroundings. The bright moonlight is reflecting off the silky still water of the lake, and there’re thousands upon thousands of fireflies that have lit up the dark, murky forest around us. It looks stunning, something out of a storybook. I step forward again, and Bishop’s hand finds mine. Slipping off my shoes, I let my toes sink into what looks like silicon sand. “How’d you know about this place?” I ask, looking back at Bishop.