Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,33

my lips to his, and it’s completely different than it was this morning. His mouth is still warm and sweet, but this time his lips part, his whole body becoming pliant under my touch. I tease my tongue into the heat of his mouth, and he meets me with his own. His moan vibrates in my mouth as our tongues slide against each other, hot and wet, our lips moving in tandem, our cocks growing hard against each other.

“Wow,” Bishop breathes when we part.

“Yeah,” I agree with a soft laugh. “I kind of feel like we should’ve done that a long time ago. What the hell were we waiting for?”

“I was kind of waiting for you to come home or at least hoping you would,” he admits, a smile curving on his damp, pink lips. He leans forward and kisses me again, this one quick and chaste, but it makes something warm and happy bloom in my chest all the same.

“Now you tell me,” I tease, nuzzling my nose against his and squeezing my fingers into his hips, not wanting to let him go.

“Is this going to be okay? With me seeing Riot and maybe eventually Hudson again too?” he asks.

“We’ll figure it out,” I assure him. I’d prefer if Hudson wasn’t part of the equation at all, but something tells me that’s not exactly negotiable. Like I told him, it’s not what I imagined when I pictured us together, but I’m willing to try.

“Do you want to find out how dinner turned out?” he asks cautiously, pulling back to eye the pasta skeptically.

“Sure, why not. I’m feeling lucky tonight,” I joke, shooting him a wink and reluctantly letting him go.

He dishes up a plate for each of us, and we settle in front of the TV together. Dinner isn’t half bad, and with Bishop’s shoulder pressed against mine, our feet up on the coffee table next to each other, the dulcet tones of Gordon Ramsay berating an incompetent restaurant owner filling the living room, I can’t remember a time I’ve been happier.

Chapter 9

Riot

I’m never this nervous for a date. I had some mild jitters the first time I went out with the cute barista chick, Lindsey, I dated for a little while when I lived in Denver. Otherwise I’m usually cool as a cucumber. Standing outside Bishop’s door though, I’m anything but.

Shaking off my wandering thoughts, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and lift my hand to the door to knock. It takes a few moments, but eventually the door swings open. Instead of Bishop, it’s his roommate, Leo, standing there.

“Looks like you’ve found your shirt; that’s an awful shame,” I flirt, running my eyes over the man brazenly. He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts and eyebrow at me.

“You’re here to pick up Bishop for a date, and you’re hitting on me?”

“Something tells me Bishop would understand,” I tease. The sound of footsteps approaching has me lifting my eyes to look over Leo’s shoulder.

My date steps into the room with a sweet smile on his lips, his hair a little more carefully styled than I usually see it. He’s dressed casually in a blue and white striped t-shirt and a pair of comfortable looking jeans. My body heats at the sight of him, my lips hungry for his.

“You mind your man here hitting on me?” Leo tosses over his shoulder with a grin.

Bishop snorts a laugh. “I’d be questioning his good sense if he didn’t.”

He steps around his roommate, stopping right in front of me and tilting his head back a little so he can look at me.

“Hi,” he says softly.

“Hi,” I say back, stooping to steal a quick kiss. My body lights up the instant our mouths touch; I can feel the curve of a smile on his lips as he sways forward to kiss me back.

“So, uh, where are you guys going?” Leo asks when we part, still standing behind Bishop, shuffling his feet and avoiding looking at us.

“It’s a surprise,” I answer with a grin. “I’m sure Bishop will be happy to tell you all about it when I drop him back off tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Bishop asks.

“Oh yes, I’m kidnapping you for the whole night.” I nip at his bottom lip, and he sighs.

“Does that mean I need pajamas?”

“Not a chance.”

Leo clears his throat, and Bishop blushes, wiggling out of my arms and turning to his roommate.

“I’ll text you later, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, hesitating and then glancing back