smart as she is pretty.” As she turned to go back into
the house she grabbed Angel by the arm.
Bishop’s gaze followed Angel, taking in the
sexy swing of her butt beneath the shorts she was wearing. If he
squinted hard enough he could just about make out the line of her
lacy panties. He swallowed hard, struggling to control his reaction
to watching her move. It seemed that everything she did turned him
on and made him feel good. Every time he possessed her, instead of
being sated, he wanted her even more. That realization pissed him
off, because he knew better than to let himself get involved to the
extent that it could compromise his actions and decisions
later.
He had to have a clear head when he was on
an assignment. That meant he was under control at all times, and
the only thing on his mind was that mission. They could get a call
to return to base at any time, and for the first time in his career
he began to wonder if he’d be able to flip the switch. He had to
know he could turn his emotions off when he went into battle.
“Hey, man, you look like you’re having a
fight with yourself.”
John and Bishop had been friends since
middle school, and had planned on joining the service together when
the time came. What John hadn’t planned on was being in a
life-altering car accident that left him with a permanent limp. In
spite of the separation they’d remained good friends, and had kept
in contact by various means of communication.
Bishop accepted the cold beer John handed
him. He took a long swallow, his gaze going to the pool where Herc
and Razor had joined their female friends. It was obvious by their
barely there bikinis and slutty actions what they wanted from his
friends. Hell, they were exactly the kind of women he needed to
keep things in perspective.
He met John’s eyes, shrugging. “I think I
might have made a mistake.”
John wasn’t dense, and even though Bishop
hadn’t been around much in the last decade, their emails and phone
calls to each other had kept them abreast of what was going on in
each other’s lives. They were as close as brothers. “You mean with
Angel?” Bishop nodded reluctantly. “She seems like a nice girl,
man.”
“She is nice. That’s the problem. I’ve had
so much shit in my life that I snatched up the first good thing I
could get my hands on when I came home.” He let out a humorous
laugh. “Hell, she didn’t stand a chance. As soon as I looked into
her eyes I wanted her.”
“So? What’s the problem?” John moved to the
grill and picked up the tray of steaks. “You deserve good things in
your life.”
Bishop let out a deep breath. “She’s not an
object, and she sure as hell isn’t like” he nodded toward the
giggling, half-nude girls in the pool, “the women I usually get
involved with.”
“You mean Bambi and Fawn?” Smoke bellowed up
toward John’s face as he added the meat onto the grill. He jumped
back.
Bishop almost spit out his beer. “Are you
kidding?” John nodded. “Well, if that isn’t obvious. I’m surprised
Misty allows them here, knowing what they are.”
“Misty is the perfect female, my
friend.”
“Did I hear my name and ‘perfect’ in the
same sentence?” A teasing female voice asked as Misty and Angel
reappeared from inside the house. Smiling, Misty sat a large bowl
of chilled shrimp and cocktail sauce on the table.
“You did, honey.” He flipped a steak
over.
Angel placed a stack of paper plates,
napkins, and silverware next to the shrimp. Bishop reached for a
shrimp, dipped it into the sauce, and offered the first bite to
her. Their gazes met as her mouth closed over the offering, and
like the strike of a match, desire flared between them, just like
that. Bishop clenched his teeth, struggling to ignore the punch of
awareness in his gut.
“Fuck it,” he groaned low, giving Angel a
hard kiss. He meant to keep it brief but the instant their lips
meshed it was as if something was keeping them fused
the house she grabbed Angel by the arm.
Bishop’s gaze followed Angel, taking in the
sexy swing of her butt beneath the shorts she was wearing. If he
squinted hard enough he could just about make out the line of her
lacy panties. He swallowed hard, struggling to control his reaction
to watching her move. It seemed that everything she did turned him
on and made him feel good. Every time he possessed her, instead of
being sated, he wanted her even more. That realization pissed him
off, because he knew better than to let himself get involved to the
extent that it could compromise his actions and decisions
later.
He had to have a clear head when he was on
an assignment. That meant he was under control at all times, and
the only thing on his mind was that mission. They could get a call
to return to base at any time, and for the first time in his career
he began to wonder if he’d be able to flip the switch. He had to
know he could turn his emotions off when he went into battle.
“Hey, man, you look like you’re having a
fight with yourself.”
John and Bishop had been friends since
middle school, and had planned on joining the service together when
the time came. What John hadn’t planned on was being in a
life-altering car accident that left him with a permanent limp. In
spite of the separation they’d remained good friends, and had kept
in contact by various means of communication.
Bishop accepted the cold beer John handed
him. He took a long swallow, his gaze going to the pool where Herc
and Razor had joined their female friends. It was obvious by their
barely there bikinis and slutty actions what they wanted from his
friends. Hell, they were exactly the kind of women he needed to
keep things in perspective.
He met John’s eyes, shrugging. “I think I
might have made a mistake.”
John wasn’t dense, and even though Bishop
hadn’t been around much in the last decade, their emails and phone
calls to each other had kept them abreast of what was going on in
each other’s lives. They were as close as brothers. “You mean with
Angel?” Bishop nodded reluctantly. “She seems like a nice girl,
man.”
“She is nice. That’s the problem. I’ve had
so much shit in my life that I snatched up the first good thing I
could get my hands on when I came home.” He let out a humorous
laugh. “Hell, she didn’t stand a chance. As soon as I looked into
her eyes I wanted her.”
“So? What’s the problem?” John moved to the
grill and picked up the tray of steaks. “You deserve good things in
your life.”
Bishop let out a deep breath. “She’s not an
object, and she sure as hell isn’t like” he nodded toward the
giggling, half-nude girls in the pool, “the women I usually get
involved with.”
“You mean Bambi and Fawn?” Smoke bellowed up
toward John’s face as he added the meat onto the grill. He jumped
back.
Bishop almost spit out his beer. “Are you
kidding?” John nodded. “Well, if that isn’t obvious. I’m surprised
Misty allows them here, knowing what they are.”
“Misty is the perfect female, my
friend.”
“Did I hear my name and ‘perfect’ in the
same sentence?” A teasing female voice asked as Misty and Angel
reappeared from inside the house. Smiling, Misty sat a large bowl
of chilled shrimp and cocktail sauce on the table.
“You did, honey.” He flipped a steak
over.
Angel placed a stack of paper plates,
napkins, and silverware next to the shrimp. Bishop reached for a
shrimp, dipped it into the sauce, and offered the first bite to
her. Their gazes met as her mouth closed over the offering, and
like the strike of a match, desire flared between them, just like
that. Bishop clenched his teeth, struggling to ignore the punch of
awareness in his gut.
“Fuck it,” he groaned low, giving Angel a
hard kiss. He meant to keep it brief but the instant their lips
meshed it was as if something was keeping them fused
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