Page 7 of Perfectly Wrong

THREE

BISHOP

Dammit! Why did I do that? I promised myself that if Tristan called or messaged, I would play it cool. Instead, I fucking admit I can’t get him out of my head.

I sit back against the couch. Hearing from him was a surprise I didn’t realize I wanted until it happened.

As the weeks passed, I hoped he had moved on, found some young guy to fuck, but his text made me realize that isn’t what I want at all.

I want to get in the car and drive for miles to see him, bend him over, and fuck that tight ass of his.

The sex was amazing, but part of me wonders how accurate my memory is considering how drunk I was.

Maybe it was shit and just felt so good because it’s been too long.

That’s what I hope. Otherwise, the next time I see him, I’m fucked.

I grab my phone. The best thing I can do for both of us is to forget him and that night. I scroll until I find the number I want and dial.

“Hello?”

“Lane? It’s Bishop.”

“Heyyy. How the hell are you?”

“Good. It’s been a long time. I’ve been busy with work.”

“I get it. What’s up?”

“Want to grab a drink? Tonight?”

“Oh dang, I can’t. I have a date.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose. “No worries. Just thought I’d ask.”

“Maybe tomorrow?”

“Yeah, give me a call.”

“I will. I’d cancel the date but it’s taken us weeks to have our schedules align.”

“I hope it goes well.”

I lean back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I could get on an app or go to a bar and find someone to fuck, but I’m not in the mood for the dance. Lane is easy because he’s just as casual about it as I am.

Maybe I’ll go to the gym and blow off steam there instead. It beats sitting at home pining for someone I should forget.

I put the dumbbells down to answer my ringing phone.

“Rocco, buddy. How’s it going?”

“Good. You busy?”

“Just finishing a workout. What’s up?”

“Wanted to invite you to Thanksgiving. Tristan is coming down, so I decided to invite a few people over.”

Tristan. Am I ready to see him again? It’s already been more than a year, but now and then, my mind will shift back to that night. Since then, I haven’t met anyone who turns me on as much as he did. I shake my head. So stupid. By now he’s had ten boyfriends and doesn’t even think of me anymore.

“Sure. Of course. I’d love to come over.”

“Awesome.”

“What do you need me to bring?”

“Just yourself. I’m having it catered. I want to spend time with people, not be chained to the kitchen.”

“Smart. Time?”

“Two-ish. Oh, you can bring some wine if you want.”

“Perfect. I got you covered.”

“See you Thursday.”

“Yeah.”

I hang up and sit on the bench in my garage.

I wonder how he’s changed in a year. I was surprised he really stopped texting me.

I thought for sure it would be a challenge, but I suppose once he got up there, he got distracted being a young college guy.

If he’s anything like me at his age, he had new dick every night.

I close my eyes recalling how good he sucked.

Kissed. How tight his ass was. How passionate he put it all out there for me.

More than a year later, what I told him is still true.

I haven’t forgotten. Not a damn minute of it.

Standing at Rocco’s door holding two six packs of wine, I ring the bell. It opens and a young woman is there. She smiles.

“Hi. I’m Trinity.”

“Hi, Trinity. I’m Bishop.”

Her eyebrow rises. “Nice to meet you, Bishop. I’m a friend of Tristan’s from school. Come on in.”

“Thanks.”

A friend? Is he into women now. I follow Trinity through the house to the kitchen where Tristan and Rocco are arranging vegetables on a platter.

Tristan looks up, and when his eyes meet mine, I almost drop the bags I’m holding.

What a year did to him. He’s filled out, much more muscular, and he’s added a detailed tattoo down his left arm.

He smiles, the same way he did when we first met, and at least for me, nothing’s changed. I still want him as much as I did.

Rocco’s eyes shift between us. “Hey.”

I smile. “Hey.” I put the bags on the counter. “Tristan. Good to see you.”

“You too, Bishop.”

Oh fuck. His voice deepened. Jesus.

“I brought wine. A lot of it.”

Rocco laughs. “Knew I could count on you. We’re expecting ten people.”

Trinity leans on the island, peering into the bags. “I love wine.”

“Good.” I glance down at her. “You go to school with Tristan?”

She nods as her eyes look me over. She’s very pretty with long blonde hair and a nice figure. She’s wearing a tight dress with her tits bursting from the top. If a guy liked women, I expect they would like her.

“We’re in International Business together, but we met the first couple weeks of school in Archeology. Our mail got confused because our names are so similar. Tristan and Trinity.” She laughs, playing with a lock of her hair. “So we had to be besties.”

“We had to,” Tristan says, gazing fondly at her.

Shockingly, I’m jealous. Of a girl. And a boy. The fuck is wrong with me.

“You look good, Bishop,” Tristan says. “Been working out?”

I nod. “Yeah. You?”

He grins. “Yeah. I’ve grown up a little since the last time you saw me.”

Yeah, you fucking did. “That happens when you’re nineteen.”

“Twenty. Just had a birthday last week.”

“Happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks.”

“We’re having cake,” Trinity adds. “We have two pies, brownies, and a cake for our boy.”

Our boy?

I glance at Rocco, who grins. “She insisted we celebrate since they were up at school.”

“Great idea.”

“When’s your birthday?” Trinity asks.

“Why?”

“I like to know. I’m into astrology. Like, Tristan is a Scorpio. I’m a Pisces, so we make good friends. What’s your sign?”

“Taurus.”

Trinity looks at Tristan with an excited grin, but Tristan shakes his head subtly, shifting his eyes to Rocco. I have a feeling I’ve been a topic of discussion between these two before.

Trinity grins. “Taurus is a nice sign.”

“I guess. I’ve always been told I’m stubborn and possessive.”

She nods. “Yes, but in the right situation, that can be good.”

“What situation is stubborn and possessive positive?”

“When you meet the yang to your yin it balances out.” She lifts an olive from the tray and pops it in her mouth. “Are you dating anyone now?”

“No.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t get. Three gorgeous boys in this room and none of you are dating. Such a shame.”

“I don’t see any boys in this room,” Tristan says, pinching her chin. “Maybe we’re all just picky. Right, dad?”

“Right. Definitely true for Bishop too.”

“Well that’s fair,” Trinity adds. “You’re all in a position to be choosy.”

“And you?” I ask. “Dating?”

“No, but I was. We just broke up.” She stretches her arms out. “I needed to spread my wings.”

I laugh at her intentional dramatics. “That’s what college is for.”

“I think so too.”

“He was a dick,” Tristan adds. “You needed to dump him.”

“Not a good guy?” I ask.

Tristan shakes his head. “Cheater. I mean look at this woman. If I liked pussy, I’d date her.”

Rocco’s brow furrows. “Is that how you talk in front of a lady?”

Trinity laughs. “I’m no lady. I’m way worse than Tristan is. He’s seen me—” She stops abruptly when he shoots her a look.

Rocco rolls his eyes. “Oh please. As if I haven’t seen, heard, and done more than you kids could even imagine.”

Trinity smiles as her eyes linger on Tristan. “Your dad is awesome.”

“Yeah, he is,” Tristan agrees. “His friends are too.”

Rocco turns around to the fridge. “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Ran out of butter.”

“Want me to go get some?”

“No, I’ll go, but can you keep an eye on the turkey? It’s just warming. Needs a little basting.”

Trinity furrows her brow. “You should stay, Rocco, and let Bishop go. You’re doing all of this, and I could help you with veggies.”

I nod. “It’s no problem. Need anything else?”

“I do,” Tristan says. “Mind if I tag along?”

I shrug. “No. Rocco? Anything else?”

“Maybe some cream for coffee later.”

“Got it. Butter and cream.”

“Great. Thanks.”

Tristan and I walk out to my car. I already want to rip him apart.

After sliding into the driver’s seat, I glance over to find Tristan watching me. “You look fucking amazing, Bishop. So good.”

“You too. A lot has changed.”

“Yeah.”

I put the car in drive and start in the direction of the store.

Tristan slides his hand over to my thigh. “Do you ever think about me?”

“Come on, Tristan.”

“Do you? Because I think about you. I’ve tried to forget you, but I can’t. I even fucked someone else, but nothing.” He squeezes my thigh slightly. “Does that make you jealous?”

“You don’t think I’ve fucked anyone in the last year?”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t. You just lie in bed at night thinking of me.” He licks his bottom lip. “But I’m right here. You can fuck me. Or I can suck your dick.” He rubs my bulge. “Do you still want me as much as I want you?”

“We can’t.”

As I’m driving, Tristan unbuttons my jeans. I should stop him, but… He leans to my side and drags his tongue up my cheek.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“I’ll come over tonight,” he whispers as his hand slides into my jeans.

“Trinity and I will say we’re going out, and I’ll come over.

I know you want me. Your dick is so hard right now.

You could fuck me with it tonight. Just like you did before.

You told me you would ruin me, and that’s exactly what you did. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“Tristan…”

He kisses my neck, squeezing my dick and then bending down to suck me into his mouth. Oh shit. Looking around, I quickly find a parking lot and pull over. Once the car is parked, I lean the seat back and enjoy his hot mouth on me, burying my fingers in his thick hair.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs before enclosing his mouth on me again. I want to fuck him so bad, but I don’t have lube.

“Get on my lap.”