Page 21 of Bishop

I laughed. “Babe, those girls you saw me with earlier aren’t my girlfriends. They’re just friends of the Club,” I said, trying to explain in the least crude terms possible.

I could tell that Evie didn’t have any experience with MC life and I didn’t want to turn her off of it before I even had a chance to properly introduce her to it.

“I don’t have a girl,” I said, trying to make myself as clear as possible. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been without one for quite a while,” I joked. “Six months to be exact. And even then, I wasn’t seeing anyone special.”

“Oh,” Evie said, grappling with all that I’d just shared.

“What about you?” I pressed, needing to know as much about her as possible. My fingers threaded through her beautiful brown hair as I gave it a playful tug. “You got a man?” If she did, I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t make the dude disappear before the day was through.

Thankfully, Evie shook her head. When she bit her bottom lip, my cock jumped with longing. “No. I’m kinda busy with work right now.”

I could respect that. I liked that she had her eye on the prize. But she was going to have to start making a little time to live, as well as for me. Because now that I knew Miss Evelyn Wild, I wasn’t ever letting her go.

I shifted my body forward. Evie took a step backward, bringing her flush against the wall. My arms came up alongside her petite frame, caging her in.

“When I saw you here tonight, I was furious,” I whispered low into her ear.

“Why?” she asked, startled by my words.

Nuzzling my nose along the column of her neck, she let out a soft moan. That breathy sound made me so hard, I could have pounded fucking nails with my dick.

“I thought you showed up to the Clubhouse with one of my Brothers,” I confessed throatily. “I thought I was going to have to fight someone for daring to touch what’s mine!”

“I’ve never even met any of the Devils before,” Evie hurriedly defended, ignoring the latter part of my statement.

“I believe you, Babe. I just hated the idea of you being here with someone else. When we met, I just knew I had to get to know you on the outside.” My left hand caressed her exposed shoulder, slowly skimming the outline of her curves with my fingertips. When my hand landed on her trim waist, I jerked her against the pillar of granite in my pants. “I’ve been fantasizing about that meeting ever since. And the things I’d do to you… well, let’s just say, Evie, they’d make a sinner blush.”

My girl shivered as I nibbled her earlobe. “I thought about you, too,” she confessed, her whole body vibrating with the intensity of her emotions.

I growled, tugging her hair hard enough to bare the pale column of her throat to me. “Fuck, Evie!” I groaned, rocking the bulge in my jeans against her softness. “Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me, Babe. I act like a goddamned savage whenever I’m around you!”

Guiding her hand below my belt, I enclosed her fingers around my pulsing erection. Her audible gasp told me she was just as affected by our connection as I was.

Evie’s eyes became half-hooded with lust at the unbridled contact. Growing bold, her fingers began to explore my length and I groaned with repressed need.

“You don’t know how bad I want you,” I hissed, roughly fisting her long hair in my palm. “I must have jacked off to you a hundred times after we met. I couldn’t get you out of my fucking brain.”

Evie swayed her small frame into my much larger one. “You did?”

“Yeah, every chance I got,” I said and laughed, grinding my hips against her touch.

I watched Evie evolve right in front of my eyes, gaining a modicum of confidence with my words. Instinctively, I’d known there wouldn’t be anything more beautiful than this woman coming apart in my arms. That look on her face now only reinforced those instincts. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to taste her. To know if she was as sweet as she looked and smelled.

Leaning down, I sealed my mouth against hers. Instantly, I knew my theory was correct. Evie was every bit as sweet as I thought she would be and more.

Our kiss was different from any other woman I’d been with. The contact somehow more intimate. More intense. The starving man inside of me wanted to glut myself on her. To tear off her clothes, spread her thighs, and dive as hard and deep as I could into her tight, wet heat.

Giving in to the temptation, I spanned my hands around her tiny waist. Encouraging her legs to circle mine, I pinned her against the wall so fully I could practically feel every inch of her against me.

Fuck if this woman wasn’t everything I’d fantasized about and more! My hand slid under her shirt as our mouths slanted hotly against one another. Her large tits heaved as my fingers slid beneath the cotton material and the silky fabric of her bra. Once inside, my calloused skin scraped across her bare nipples. When she moaned at my touch, I redoubled my efforts and added more pressure. Her response was to buck wildly against me and cry out for more.

Goddamn, I wanted inside of this woman! Shoving away from the wall, I transferred her petite frame onto the counter so I could explore her lush body more completely. Parting her thighs, I ran my palm between her legs and felt the heat of her center radiating through her pants. I wanted to fuck her right here and now on this countertop, but I knew Evie deserved better. At the very least, she deserved a bed with clean sheets against her soft skin instead of the sterile impression of tile against her delicate rear end.

The door to the kitchen banged open then. “Bishop, what the hell is taking you so long? Get your ass out here and back to the party!”

I quickly shielded Evie from Hawk’s view. “I’m busy. I’m going to be a while. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Hawk noticed I was with someone and sighed. “Your sister has something she wants to give you, man. Everybody is waiting for you to open it. You can bang CiCi or Daniella or whoever the fuck is with you in here, later, Brother.”

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