I spin around holding a whisk and a bowl as if that’ll protect me from an intruder. Bishop is resting on the counter, his elbows on the marble as he stares at me with a dangerous, lazy smirk.
His eyes slowly roll down my body. He takes his time admiring my outfit, the smirk growing to a smile when he sees his boxers on my body.
"Making me breakfast?" he hums, raising an eyebrow. His eyes are devouring me. I set the bowl down, moving towards him. I lean on the counter beside him.
"Nope. This is all for me," I joke, a smile on my features.
"You're not gonna share with me?" He proceeds to exaggerate a pouty face and I laugh.
"Why should I?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
He gives me a wicked grin moving towards me like the predator he is. He cages me in against the counter, taking my waist and hoisting me onto the counter. I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Spicy, warm, exotic.
My eyes drift closed, imagining what it'd be like to be like this with him every day. To just enjoy the presence of him when I wake up in the mornings.
He drops a kiss on my shoulder. "Because I can give you something in return…" he murmurs on my skin. I tilt my neck letting him explore my body.
"I think I’m a little sore for that.” I laugh gently as his breath fans across my skin. My breath catches as he pushes his hand inside my bottoms. His fingers spread my juices across my pussy, and I moan softly.
"I’m not talking about fucking you, Vallie," he says softly in my ear. I push myself closer to his fingers. I shut my eyes and the image of us ten years down the road pops up.
The thought of getting to do this every day with him. Making breakfast, fooling around, loving each other. This is the only thing that I want more than hockey.
He chuckles on my skin, running circles around my clit. I moan loudly. I could never have anything in small doses. I am an all or nothing kind of girl. I want to overdose on Bishop Maverick.
"You want me to make you feel good, Val?"
I'm about to answer when my phone dings. I planned to ignore it, except it continues to make that annoying ding sound. It stops, and I am about to press my lips on Bishop’s when my ringtone fills the void.
"Shit, I gotta answer that before someone has a stroke," I whine. My sexual tension fading as he slowly removes his hand from my shorts.
“Tsk tsk,” he hums, placing a kiss to my forehead. “What a shame,” he states before letting me off the counter smacking my ass as I walk away. I pout all the way to my phone, placing it to my ear after pressing the answer button.
“Hello?” I say softly, leaning on the counter.
“What color curtains do you and Riggs want for your dorm again?” A surprise laugh takes over my body. Only my dad. I can see him now wandering around Hobby Lobby.
“We already got the curtains, Pops.”
“Shit, well, I picked up a few things. I got you one of those weird bean bag chairs you two like so much. I heard you talking about it. I finished packing your stuff last night, what do you want for dinner when you come over today?” he says softly, and my heart warms. I was beyond thankful for my dad, not many people could say they had someone as great as my pops.
“What would I do without you, Pops? And tacos!”
“Tacos, it is, Sully girl. You’d be fine. The real question is what am I going to do without you? My girl is all grown up and going to college.”
“Dad, please don’t get emotional. I can’t handle that again.” He’d already cried last week, which in turn made me cry.
“I’m just really proud of you, kiddo. That’s all. I’ll see you tonight. I love you!” he says into the phone and I want to clutch my chest. My dad. What would I ever do without my dad?
“Love you, Dad.” I click the end button, set my phone on the counter, and watch Bishop eat bacon.
The truth is I’ll miss him just as much. The freedom is exciting, but I’m going to miss waking up to breakfast or my protein shake already made before morning practice.
“How’s your dad doing?” he says leaning on the counter across from me, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Good. He misses you. You should come over tonight. He’d be excited to see you,” I say softly walking towards the stove to finish the pancakes.
“I’ll pass.” His carefree attitude leaves as quickly as it came, and I turn to face him raising an eyebrow.
“Why not?” I say curiously.
"Yeah, I’ll just walk into your dad's house after I fucked you. That'll go over really well," he jokes but I don't find it funny.
"So, that's all this was? Fucking? I didn't even ask you to tell him! I just wanted you to come with me. Furthermore, if I did ask you to tell him, is telling people you like me that fucking hard for you?"
"No, Val, that's not what I meant and you know it. You're fucking amazing. I just, I mean we should've thought a little more clearly last night about what we’re doing."
"So you're saying last night was another mistake? God, you're such a fucking asshole, Bishop."
"Valor, babe, I'm not saying that. I just think… I think we should think about this before doing anything crazy."
"Crazy as in letting people know we are more than friends? Whoa, you're right. That is fucking crazy, Bishop. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
I push past him, moving to the bedroom to grab my jeans. I shove my legs into them, not bothering to change out of his T-shirt. I storm out of the bedroom, and he chases behind me.
I'm so tired of him telling me that what we have, what I feel for him is a mistake. My love is not a mistake.
"Shit," he curses as he trips over something on the floor. "Valor, goddamnit wait! Be a little fucking reasonable here, babe. You're starting college this year. You'll be a damn freshman. Let's just fucking talk about this. I don't want you to leave angry."
I slit my eyes. Blind, red rage surges through my body. I've never thought about homicide before, but right now, I'm seriously debating cold-blooded murder.
He grabs my arms turning me to face him, placing both hands on my face. Warmth spreads across my face where his thumbs rub my cheeks.
“Vallie, just listen to me,” he states slowly. My breathing is heavy, and my heart is thudding in my chest. God, he would use my nickname. He knows it’s my weakness.
“I want this. I want you, okay? I want you. Just give me some time to get my thoughts together before we start screaming it to the world, okay? Can I not enjoy you before the paparazzi takes you away?” he jokes lightly, peeking down at me with a smile. He’s trying to lighten the mood.
I bite my bottom lip, glancing down at the floor, warm tears wetting my eyes. I want to believe him, to trust his words.
“You have no problem getting photographed with puck sluts. Why can’t the media see you with me?”
B’s eyes shut, he sighs, before they open again.
“Because you’re not just some girl, Valor. I didn’t give a fuck about those girls, I care about you. You are different. We are different. Our relationship moving from friends to dating is going to affect more people than you and I. I just want to be ready for it.” His voice is steady, always the voice of reason inside my head. He has been since I was a kid.