Page 59 of Intolerable Bishop

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I braced myself against the wall, my head thrown back as I yelled her name, not giving a fuck if the guys or the next county heard me as I came. Every bit of her was mine. My body strained, and my knees were so shaky that I thought they might actually give out as she continued to suck like she was possessed.

I slumped against the wall as the last drop left my body, and then gave up entirely and slid to the floor. Ren crawled between my legs, licking her lips, and my eyes were transfixed to her mouth. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find out that she was born a siren because I was entranced by everything she did.

“Fuck me,” I growled as she licked her way up my abs and teased my nipple before kissing me. She smiled as she rose to her feet and held out her hand for me. If it was possible to fall in love with her all over again then I just did.

“Let’s get washed up. I really want to get into the bedroom before something weird happens to us. I mean, as you said, we don’t have a great track record.”

I slipped my hand into hers and pushed myself up. “Don’t even put that out into the air. We don’t need to manifest a disaster,” I teased, making her laugh. “Let me wash off quick, and then I want to take my time with yer body.”

“But—” I put my finger over her lips, and she looked like she wanted to bite me. I fucking loved it.

“No buts. It’s as much for me to re-coop so I can give you my best as it is to make ya feel like the queen ya are.” The flutter of her eyelashes and blush that spread had me wrapping Ren up in my arms.

“I fuckin’ love you with my whole soul, Snowflake. I hope ya know that I’ll do anything to keep ya. Just say the word, and I’ll tear this world apart for you, and no one will stand in my way.”

“Love me, that’s all I ask,” she said, and I dropped my lips to capture hers.

JUNE 5 – MONDAY 2:21 PM

Ren

I was the one now embracing Myles’s philosophy to the fullest. Pleasure over pain, loving touches over tears, I wanted it all…everything he was willing to give me, I’d take. Would some people say I was hiding, avoiding, and living in denial? Probably. But there was something simultaneously calming to my mind but exciting to the rest of me while being so vulnerably intimate. From the first time Myles touched me, I’d felt it, and now I let the sensation consume me and push all the bad out to be dealt with later.

Myles wrapped me up in a towel and flat-out refused to let me walk to the bedroom. He carried me bridal style and kicked the door closed behind him. He even held open the covers so I could lay down, but then he stood there and stared at me, unmoving.

“Is everything okay? Are you having second thoughts? Because if so, we don’t have to do this now,” I said, and an adorable lopsided grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, showing off his dimple. He was so incredibly sexy.

“Naw, Snowflake. Everythin’ is fine. I’m just takin’ a moment to appreciate ya.”

I held up my finger at him. “Don’t you dare start spouting off sweet and adorable things again because I will start bawling like a child, and I refuse to ruin this moment. So lay your sexy ass down right now.”

Myles barked out a laugh and smiled wide as he climbed into bed. “Yes, Snowflake. Whatever you want, Snowflake,” he teased, and heat raced rampantly through my body. “Would ya like to spank me for being so naughty? I have so many sins to make up fer.”

“Oh my god,” I said, giving his chest a little shove as the erotic images flooded my mind.

Myles nipped the side of my neck. “What? I’d let ya,” he said, his voice deep and growly. My stomach flipped, and my heart fluttered. “I’d even hand ya the flogger. I can call ya Mistress if ya want.”

His chest brushed against my arm, and his hand slipped over my stomach as he pulled me in tighter. Myles was always so warm. He was like a furnace that I wanted to cuddle. Between his touch and the sinful words whispered in my ear, I was rapidly losing myself in the intoxicating sensation that was Myles McCoy. He’d pulled me under his spell with that Irish lilt and goofy demeanor, but since then, I’d been entrapped by the warmth of his heart and how we melded together so effortlessly.

Myles hovered over me as his penetrating amber eyes locked with mine. Something inside of me told me we were always meant to be here. Meeting Myles had set off a chain reaction for everything else good in my life. He slid over my leg to rest between my thighs, and a tremble spread throughout my body that I couldn’t control.

“Are ya scared?”

I shook my head. “No, I promise, it’s over-excitement. I want this so badly I can hardly breathe.”

“I need you to know before we do this that it’s not just sex for me. Please don’t ever think that,” he said, and the stupid tears were trying to make an appearance.

“I know. I feel the same way,” I whispered as I memorized the look of love on his face.

“One day, I’m gonna marry ya, Snowflake. I don’t care if ya still want the same situation with everyone else, but yer mine.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him hard to force him to stop saying the sweet things that spilled from his mouth like honey.

I moaned as he rubbed his cock against me. My body was aching for more, and the build-up was driving me mad. Wiggling, Myles groaned as he lined himself up and slowly pushed in.

“Feking hell, Snowflake,” Myles broke the kiss and growled. “Yer so tight and wet, this is incredible.” He pushed a little further in, and I gasped and ran my fingers down his back and gripped his ass. It was as if everything was heightened, and all my senses were singing.

“You feel amazing,” I said, arching up and forcing the last few inches of him into me faster. My muscles gripped his cock, and I loved how he groaned and shuddered as his body blanketed me.

“Fuck, yer drivin’ my sanity right off a cliff,” he said, pulling back and sliding in smoothly. “I need to adjust. Fuck me.” Myles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I purposely pushed up hard into him, and he swore. I did it again, quicker this time, and his shoulders flexed under my touch.