Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,22
go to college together and even shared an apartment for a short time while I missed all of it.
“It wasn’t the same,” he says again. “It was always the three of us.”
“I know,” I agree sadly. Nothing felt right after what happened with Hudson. Maybe that’s part of my resentment toward him too. Our senior year was supposed to be amazing, and instead, we spent it fighting and putting Bishop between us.
“Hey, you want to walk down the street and get burgers from that place we always used to go?” he suggests.
“And those insane chili fries?” I add, getting to my feet and holding out a hand to help Bishop up. His hand feels warm in mine, right in a way I don’t think I can handle, knowing he’s with someone else. I let go of him as soon as he has his feet under him, shoving my hands into my pockets.
“Come on, I’m starving.”
Chapter 6
Riot
Riot: Send me a dirty pic.
I grin as I send the text. Fully expecting Bishop to laugh at the message rather than send a pic.
Bishop: Why? You’ve already seen all of me.
My cock perks up quickly at the reminder. I can practically feel his body on mine, hear his moans as he fucks his cock against mine.
Fuck, I want him again.
After Leo took off and left us alone the other day, we made out on the couch for a while before time caught up with us, and I had to take off to get ready for my shift at the bar. Not that I didn’t want to get naked with him again as soon as possible, but it was fun to kiss and grope like teenagers for a while too.
Riot: Because it’s fun.
Bishop: Is that all life is about? Fun?
Riot: Most days.
I smirk as I send the response. I wish I could see the expression on his face right now. Is he smiling like I am?
Riot: When can I see you again? I owe you that date ;)
Bishop: God, it’s been ages since I’ve had a proper date. I can do Saturday if that works for you?
Riot: I can make it work.
I’m scheduled to work at the bar Saturday night, but I’m sure I can get someone to trade shifts with me. Saturdays are coveted for their tip potential. I actually end up feeling bad when I get scheduled for weekend shifts because I don’t need the money like my co-workers do.
Bishop: Where are you going to take me?
Before I can answer, a new customer walks into the bar, forcing me to look up from my phone. It’s a Wednesday night, which means it’s slow as hell at Twisted Cherry. But I still have to put my phone or notebook away every so often to keep the customers happy.
It’s not just any customer who plops himself down on a stool at the end of the bar. I would recognize that preppy haircut and expensive style anywhere.
“Hey, it’s Bishop’s friend,” I greet him with a smile.
“Hudson,” he corrects.
“What can I get for you, Hudson?”
“A beer and a shot of tequila.”
“Coming right up.”
I get his drinks and then pull my phone back out of my pocket.
Riot: Still figuring that out. But I guarantee it’ll be awesome.
Bishop: Looking forward to it.
Riot: Me too ;)
Hudson
It’s a Wednesday night, so I wasn’t expecting to run into Bishop at Twisted Cherry, but part of me had still kind of hoped. No matter how much thought I’ve given it, I haven’t been able to work out why he kissed me the way he did Friday night and then pushed me away after. Which is maybe the real reason I decided to come here tonight all by myself. I don’t get what’s going on with Bishop, but there is someone who has answers.
“Can I get another drink?” I call out to the bartender, Riot, when he nears me.
He eyes me, and I bristle at the hint of judgment I see in his gaze.
“I think you’ve probably had enough.”
I scoff, pushing my empty glasses away from me.
“You look familiar,” I say, my brain growing fuzzy from the three shots I just downed in a row.
Riot raises his eyebrows, smirking at me like I’m some kind of moron. “I’m the bartender, dude.”
“No shit,” I mutter. “I meant that I feel like I know you from somewhere else.”
“I do porn on the side,” he answers with a shrug. I widen my eyes, taking him in again in a whole new light. He’s hot, that much was