Page 9 of Big Dog (Lonesome Garage #2)
Chapter Nine
I ’ve never been inside Bishop’s place. I know the American foursquare-style house is a block off Lonesome’s Main Street, with a Hollywood standard front yard that includes a pair of mirror-image flower beds and an apple tree.
He holds my hand as he pulls me up a front walk that is set with perfectly level concrete pavers. “Come in. What do you think?”
“I think it’s nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived in my entire life.
” When we get inside, I know that it is.
I have been stereotyping Bishop Dobermann as a simple mechanic.
My mistake. His living room is straight out of a magazine, with stunning wildlife prints on the walls and a pair of leather sofas that look like they were designed for naps.
I spy a pair of tuxedo cats napping on a dog bed which lays in front of a fireplace.
I kick off my heels and throw my purse on a sofa as we move past it. Then Bishop scoops me over his shoulder and sprints to a door at the end of the hall.
His bedroom is an oasis of forest green and cream, with a chocolate brown bedspread flowing over a king-size mattress that I bounce on once. Then Bishop is on top of me. I worried that I’d never be here again, but I welcome his weight. His mouth meets mine, and I feast on the taste of him.
I nearly strangle him trying to get his tie off before he helps.
I want unhindered access to his jaw. I can’t get enough of him.
His shirt and pants quickly follow. The skirt of my dress slides up over my hips.
I fumble the buttons and then lift it over my head and throw it to the floor.
It had a bra shelf, so the only thing I’m left wearing is a smile.
The curtain behind his headboard is open.
When I arch my back after Bishop sucks my nipple into his mouth, I see the moon through the large window.
The stars twinkling in the sky are smaller than the flashes going off in my head as cool air hits my damp nipple when Bishop switches his attention to the other side.
My fingers roam across his broad shoulders.
I moan when he rolls off me to reach for his nightstand and pull a condom from the drawer.
At least the view is spectacular. His tan doesn’t start to fade till it hits his belt line, then starts again just above his knees.
When he sees me staring, he traces a line down my body. The pale band around my breasts reveals my preference for bandeau tops, and the skinny lines across my hips give away the string bikini bottoms. “I can’t wait to see you in that bathing suit.”
“We’ll take a trip someplace hot.” I know I’m jumping the gun, assuming we’ll still be together and in a place where we’re vacationing as a couple six months from now, but I can dream.
“Sounds good. For now, let’s enjoy something else hot and sweaty without the sand problem.
” Bishop presses his hand between my thighs and feels that I’m ready for him.
His thick finger slides into me, a tease of what’s to come.
I brace my foot on the mattress, then push, rolling us across the massive bed until I’m on top, straddling him.
I look down at his impressive dick, take a breath, then raise hips above it and lower myself slowly.
Bishop fills me beyond my wildest dreams. He places his hands on my waist, encouraging me to move.
Fuck but this man sets me off like a firework with a short fuse.
After I explode a few strokes later, Bishop grabs my hips and works me up and down until he jolts, sighs, and settles.
“If you keep this up, you’re going to kill me,” he mutters.
“Likewise, but at least we’ll both go out happy.
” I drop a kiss on his nose, then slide off and head to the bathroom that I spied in the hall to get cleaned up.
I see Bishop rolling off the bed to head to an en-suite.
I come out ready for a quick breather and then another round of pure Bishop, but he’s sitting on the end of the bed holding my purse. “I know you’re not kicking me out.”
“Your purse is both beeping and ringing,” he says.
I dig out my cell phone and see a screen full of alerts. “It’s from the security system at Sunny-Lu. Somebody tried to breach the building.” I press a few buttons to call up the security camera feed. “There’s nobody there now but they left the door open.”
Bishop reaches for a pair of jeans hanging over the back of his laundry hamper. “I’ll drive.”
I want to whine like a toddler that I don’t want to go.
“They’d better be gone when we get there or I’m going to shove one ball up each nostril and cover their mouths until they pass out,” I grumble.
I pull the panties I’d hopefully packed out of my purse, then pull my dress back over my head.
“I was really hoping to stay here until you offered to make me breakfast.”
“Or I could have a not-so-quiet word with whoever it is, because that was graphic as fuck and now my balls are twitchy,” he offers. “As for food, I have Poptarts. Army food kind of turned me off breakfasts, so I usually grab something from the café on the way to work.”
“I’m a whiz at breakfasts,” I brag. I’m not kidding.
“I make some kick-ass suppers. Sounds like a match.”
Once we’re fully dressed, I look back at the rumpled bed. I’m sad to admit that I’m looking at it with dismay more because I’m exhausted and want a nap than because I want an immediate round two.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be right back.” Bishop ushers me back the hall. This time I have a chance to admire his kitchen. It has miles of custom cabinetry and gleaming white countertops, terminating at a round breakfast table in a nook with a bay window that overlooks his backyard.
The street is quiet as we climb back into his truck, although I can hear faint music from the direction of the bar and grill a street over if I listen hard enough.
“We haven’t gotten this far yet, because we keep getting interrupted, but you should know that I’m a cuddler,” Bishop tells me once I’m buckled into his passenger seat.
“You are?”
“I am. I’m usually the big spoon, but I like being the little spoon on occasion too.”
I grin. He’s being silly, but he’s sharing something of himself in his joke. He’s taking a risk with me. “I can do that,” I promise. “Next time, come hell or security alarms, there will be cuddling.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”