Page 46 of Saving Her Vampire

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Page 46 of Saving Her Vampire

“I’m going to look for Brandon, and you will be with Bishop,” he explains. “I made you coffee.” He holds out the steaming mug.

“Thanks,” I say. I sit up and take it from him gratefully. “Why is Bishop with me?”

“Because I don’t trust Brandon. He could come for you to get to me. Serenity is heavily pregnant and uncomfortable. Ryker is coming with me.”

“So, Bishop is your third choice?”

“He’s my fourth. I would you rather be with me.”

“Why can’t I go with you?” I ask curiously.

“I’ll miss you too, baby,” he says softly. He runs his fingers down my cheek.

“You can’t say sweet shit like that and then leave,” I scowl.

He chuckles. “Stay here with Bishop. I will see you tonight,” he says.

“Be safe,” I say, my annoyance fleeing.

“Thanks, Marie,” he says and kisses me gently. “Be good.” I’m staring at his ass when he turns back and catches me. “I brought some clothes for you. Don’t leave the room until you are dressed,” he orders with a grin tugging his lips.

“Possessive,” I say, secretly pleased.

“If nothing else, I am that.”

I wait, sipping my coffee, until I hear his low voice fade away. I’m naked and covered in uncomfortable places with his come. At the time, it was hot, but now not so much.

I take my coffee into the bathroom and almost spill it.

My jaw drops when I see his bathroom for the first time. How does he get used to such splendor? I could live in the tub in the middle of the room for the rest of my life and be happy. I am dying to try it out, but I don’t want to keep Bishop waiting. Instead, I start the shower.

My thoughts keep going back to Bash’s history and the fact that he has been dreaming of a mate. He denied his feeling for so long; I’m sure it was difficult to admit to all of them. He is holding a part of himself back from me, and I want it all.

I know the feeling. I’ve never committed fully to a man, being too afraid to fall in love and have it thrown back in my face. Even with Tyler, I was cautious. I hope Bash doesn’t take my heart out and stomp on it. I wouldn’t survive the pain. I feel him pulling at me, the farther; he moves away. It feels as if I should be with him. I should never leave his side. This Bond shit is serious. If it feels like this without completing it, I can’t imagine what it will feel like when we do—if we do.

I dry off and dress in the jeans and long sleeve black shirt Bash left for me. He picked out one of my favorite underwear sets. I slip them on and relish the feel of satin sliding on my skin. My skin looks paler with the bright red color, but I don’t care. Finally, I slip on my boots, brush my hair, and call it good.

Bishop is sitting on the couch when I get downstairs, watching a nature show. Today he has his hair in a bun. When I see men with a bun, I think it looks ridiculous. Not Bishop. He could pull anything off. He’s just that beautiful. No one would accuse him of looking like anything but the ultimate man. He must be covered in tattoos as I see them halfway up his neck.

“Marie,” he greets as his eyes twinkle with the knowledge of a woman checking him out.

“Bishop, thanks for coming over,” I say.

“I don’t mind.” He gets to his feet. “What are we doing today?”

“Well, I think Bash expected me to stay here,” I inform him.

“Are we?”

“No, I have things to do.” I grin.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks.

“Do you know where I work?” I ask as we go to the door.

“I do.”

“That is the first stop.” I set the alarm and followed him to his truck. It’s enormous, and I’m grateful there's a step to get in.




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