Page 6 of Bishop

Gabrielle's eyes slide upward and she sweeps the area with her gaze, her lips trembling as she continues to cry harder.

"No, don't look at them. Look at me," I say softly, slowly making my way over to where Gabrielle is standing. Her body shakes harder than a leaf in a windstorm. I have to make her comfortable. If this is all I can offer her right now, at least let me get this right.

Her eyes drop down to mine, and I lock gazes with her.

"Bishop," she whispers and reaches out for me.

My calloused hands are too rough for her feather-soft skin. She tenses slightly as I run my hand from her fingertips up to her forearm before I make a better effort to soften my touch.

"I'm right here with you, Gabrielle. It's just you and me right now, no one else but you and I." I slide my other hand along the same path as the first but on the opposite arm until my hands find their way up to her neck, where I cradle her head, tilting it slightly so she can continue looking at me.

"Do you know what I'd do for you, Gabrielle? Do you know how precious you are to me?" I lean forward and kiss the side of her mouth, relaxing a bit when I hear her sigh softly against my cheek. "I don't deserve to be in the same room as a woman like you. You amaze me all the time. Absolutely perfect." I kiss the other side of her mouth before moving my mouth over to take her lips fully with mine.

"Let me take care of you. Stay here with me." I whisper between kisses, and her hands tighten on my arms. In a quick move, I reach down and lift her feet from the ground, bringing her into a bridal carry quickly before I gently place her down on the dirty mat that is supposed to be used as a place for us to get down to business. I'm glad she hasn't looked away from me. I can hear the people behind the walls getting a little more raucous and impatient. Unfortunately, that's not my biggest problem right now.

I'm so focused on getting Gabrielle through this that I haven't begun to think about how I'm going to get through this myself. I want her, but not like this, and my body knows it. I'm as limp as an overcooked noodle.

Slowly, without dragging away too much attention, I move my hand from where I have it behind her neck and grab hold of my shaft, pumping a few times, trying to force myself to get ready for something I don't want to do. I feel nothing but roiling disgust.

"It's okay, Bishop. I want you. Just you," Gabrielle whispers as if she knows I'm going to have a problem, one that might just get us both killed.

She lifts up and kisses me again; this time it's deeper than the few I've laid on her. Even with all the people watching and the guns pointed in our direction, I lose myself in her kiss. She moans against my lips, and that's enough to get me going. I'm only at half mast, but I'm hard enough to get the job done.

Still, I take a few more moments to ready Gabrielle. Foreplay is something I usually enjoy; watching a woman squirm and come to pieces under me is a skill I've honed over the years. I just never had to use what I know under such horrible circumstances.

Slowly, I swipe my fingers between her cleft, and her back bows slightly at my touch. She's not wet yet, but I'm sure I can get her there. Focusing my efforts on kissing and suckling her lips and neck, I slowly massage that tight nub between her thighs. Her breathing is faster, and her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to what I'm doing for her.

We're so in tune with one another I almost forget where I am. Almost.

"Fuck her already!" Someone screams out from behind the glass, which causes loud laughter to filter into the room.

Gabrielle sucks in a breath and looks in the direction of the man who screamed. I turn my head and hiss in his direction. I could break his skull like a fucking egg for distracting her. I can't focus on that right now.

I turn my gaze back on her, grasp her face with just my fingertips of my free hand and recenter her gaze on me. "It's just me, Gabi." I whisper again, but the damage has already been done. Her body is shaking again and a fresh wave of tears have begun to fall down her face. One by one I kiss them away all the while not stopping my fingers between her legs.

I keep going, not caring that my forearm is cramping up from the constant movement of my fingers. I can't take away all the bad in this situation but I can give her something good.

"Stay with me, Gabrielle," I whisper again as her grip on my arms tightens. Her breathing quickens as I dip the very tip of my finger inside her tight folds. She sucks in one final breath, and with her lips still pressed together tightly, she moans just loud enough for me to hear.

"Perfect," I mutter again. She's saving her pleasure for me. These bastards may be paying to see us fuck, but she's saving herself just for me. If I wasn't ready before, just knowing this gets me reared and ready to go. Quickly positioning myself between her legs, I move my hand, using my forearms to block the sides of her head almost like blinders before I line myself up and slide into her.

I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out in ecstasy. She's so tight and warm around me.

I pull back and thrust in once. Her body's still getting used to mine so I'm not able to seat myself fully. There are jeers and random expletives coming at us from all around, but I ignore everything besides Gabrielle, and from the way she's looking at me, she's doing the same.

Slowly, I thrust in and out of her until I'm completely engulfed by her heat.

It feels so good, and I see so much trust in her eyes that it almost breaks me down.

Soon, the gentle thrusts turn into something more animalistic. The need to erase some of the hurt I know we're going to feel later, the need to forget what's being done to us, jumps to the forefront of my mind.

Before long, I'm pounding into Gabrielle. Her body shaking, this time in pleasure. The orgasms flow freely from her as I work her over.

While we are in each other's arms, it almost feels as if nothing can touch us. How I wish I could stay here forever. The growing noise and my body let me know that I won't get my wish.

A deep tingle starts at the base of my back and slingshots to the front. My cock grows harder still, and I feel the build-up of my release in the very depths of my soul. Gabrielle scratches hard down my back as she comes once again, and the slight pain is enough to tip me over the edge. I clamp my jaw together, and with only a few grunts, I come hard and deep inside of her.

The second it's over, the fog we're both in begins to recede, and the noise of the pleased crowd around us filters back in.