Still doggy paddling to keep above the water, Bishop starts walking in, headed for me. Each saunter he makes toward me, the waters separate for him, much like the human race whenever Bishop is around. He gets closer and then dives under, every muscle in his body rippling as he plunges in. He disappears. Seconds pass, and he still hasn’t resurfaced. I look around, left to right, and then finally come back to where everyone is on the shoreline, all talking like they were.
Where the fu—
Arms latch around my ankles, and I scream out loudly before the glacial waters suck me under again. My hands swing out as I attempt to pull myself to the surface, but Bishop’s arm locks around my waist tightly, pulling me closer to him until my body is flush against his and we’re both entrapped by the water. He grabs me at the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He grabs one of my boobs, pushing my bikini down and squeezing my nipple. Deciding to take his lack of grip on me as a chance to break free, I push off his chest and struggle to the surface, sucking in a large gulp of air and swiping my hair off my face. Bishop comes up a second after me, a smirk on his mouth and water trickling over his perfect face.
I splash him. “Dick move!”
He grins, swimming up to me. “I never said I wasn’t a dick, kitty.” He wraps one of his arms around the back of my waist and pulls me into him. I search his eyes for something, and I don’t even know what. He glares back at me, burning enough to set my body on fire despite the fact I’m in a freezing fucking cold lake.
“What?” he asks, and I keep my hand on his chest, trying to ignore how his cock presses against my stomach every few seconds as he bobs in the water.
“We’re supposed to be a secret, remember?” I tilt my head. “You’re not being very secretive.”
He shrugs and licks the lake water off his plump lips. “I didn’t get to where I am by giving a fuck what people think.”
“And where is that?” I ask, sinking closer into his embrace. I’m well aware of how this would look to our friends on the shore, but I’m so entranced by Bishop that I no longer care. Black Veil Brides’ “Knives and Pens” plays from Tillie’s Beats sound-dock in the distance just as Bishop grins.
“God status.”
I roll my eyes, swimming to the edge of one of the big rocks that are placed around the edge of the lake, pushing myself up and taking a seat on one that’s tucked away slightly. Bishop follows, coming to me and climbing up. I try to ignore the way his tan skin glistens in the afternoon sun and how his muscles contract with every single movement. I notice the scripted tattoo over his ribcage and nudge my head as he takes a seat beside me. “What’s the tattoo say?”
He leans over, lifting his arm to look at it, and then leans back on his elbows, shaking the water out of his hair. “There are humans, and there are wolves, and then there is me...” He inches up to me, his lips gliding over the thin flesh of my neck. “A fucking god.”
I close my eyes and internally fight the urge to crawl onto his lap. Prying them open, they fall on everyone back at the mouth of the lake. “You did not get that.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I did.”
“I’m not even surprised.” I lie on my back, throwing my arm over my eyes to shield the sun. Little colorful dots dance behind my shut lids, and I’m just about to ask Bishop about what the whole “riddle me this” stuff was about, when I feel his fingertip glide down the side of my ribcage.
“Bishop,” I warn through a whisper.
“Shh,” he coos, pushing his finger up to my lips. “Just go with it.”
“But what about the rules? We had rules.”
“Kitty, I don’t do rules—ever. In anything too, by the way. I do what the fuck I want, and if people don’t like it, then it’s no loss to me.” His warm lips press to the crook of my neck, and I suck in a breath, my pulse picking up speed. “I want you. You want me. Stop being such a fucking girl and spread those legs.”
Obeying his order, I slowly inch my legs wider, and he dips back into the water. Pulling my legs toward him, he ducks behind the rock and grips my bikini bottoms.
“Bishop!” I laugh, getting up on my elbows.
“What?” He licks his lips. “They can’t see, and who the fuck cares if they could?”
“Ah, me?” I answer sarcastically. “This may come as a shock to you, but I don’t go flashing my hoo-ha to just anyone.”
“Don’t say hoo-ha ever again.”
“Oh?” I quirk my eyebrow. “Is that your cock-block?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, dunking his lips under the water and then spitting it out.
“The opposite of cock-bait.”
He stops, his eyes running over my body in such a way it has me forgetting everyone that is here. “Naw, babe. Nothing can stop me from this.” He presses the cushion of his thumb against my clit, and I drop down to my back, my eyes closing but the afternoon sun fighting to break through my eyelids. “Your Betrayal” by Bullet For My Valentine starts blaring in the distance, just as Bishop pulls off my bikini bottoms and the fresh forest air whips around my tender
