Chapter 11
After taking out the trash, Bishop had shifted and gone for a long run in wolf form. Being around Jenny promised to get him more exercise than he’d had in a very long time.
Rain still fell softly from the sky, and by the time he made it back to the cabin, he was drenched.
Inside, he snagged a kitchen towel from where it hung by the sink and mopped up his face before drying off as best he could before making quick work of clearing the dinner dishes and putting the food away. He knew Jenny was upstairs in the room because he could sense her now. He didn’t need to sniff her out or even hear her up there, he simply knew. Already, she felt like an extension of him.
Shucking his boots by the door, he padded in bare feet to the hearth. Stoking the dwindling fire, he got it roaring before he plopped down, reclining back on the couch to zone out as he watched the flames dance.
He was so damn tired, ravenously hungry, and torturously horny. He felt drained, and his limbs were growing heavier and heavier by the day. Glancing over his shoulder, he looked at the stairs knowing Jenny was up there probably laid out on the bed an aching just as he was.
As if summoned by his thoughts, she appeared at the top of the stairs. Still, fully clothed—thank fuck—she slowly descended.
“Hey,” she started quietly.
Turning to face her fully he responded with his own, “Hey.”
He watched her tuck a hand into the front pocket of her jeans and pull something out. Whatever it was, she stared at it a long time before saying, “I had these on me when I left StoneCrow. There’s enough for both of us.”
His eyes dipped to her hand and then back to her face.
“It’s the sleeping medication we’ve been taking.”
Bishop snarled and shoved to his feet. “No more drugs, Jen!”
She clamped the pills to her chest and backed up quickly as he advanced. “I know, I know. But, I’ve been on the run and haven’t slept.” She peeked up at him. “And how many days has it been for you?”
He didn’t answer because it’d been too damn many and right now he wanted those meds almost as badly as he wanted her, but it couldn’t happen. He didn’t trust her not to drug him and make a run for it, and that realization stung more than anything else. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he blew out a pent-up breath. “Take your pills and get on up to bed.”
“Wait. You’re not…you’re not taking any?”
“No.” He reclaimed his seat, elbows braced on his knees as he leaned forward and scowled into the fire. “If I’m drugged, I can’t keep an eye on you.”
“I won’t run, Bishop.”
“It ain’t that,” he snapped even though it partly was. “Monroe threatened to send Sentries and I ain’t getting caught slippin’. Besides,” he pushed up off his knees and crossed to the cupboard pulling out a glass and filling it with water. “Somebody’s gotta keep the fire going. It’s gonna be cold tonight.” He handed her the glass, and when she stared at it in confusion, he looked down at it. “I discovered that if you put just enough in your mouth to coat it, the pills’ll go down and not come back up.”
“Really?” Jenny breathed. “I’ve been letting them dissolve in my mouth and choking ‘em down.” She snorted, “Tastes like shit!”
Bishop grabbed one of her hands and closed it around the glass. “Just try it my way. Just once.” He held her gaze and hoped it wasn’t lost on her that his words had a double meaning.
Jenny swallowed hard and dipped her head in a nod before placing two pills in her mouth and taking the tiniest of sips. She looked at him for confirmation, and when he nodded encouragingly, she swallowed.
He couldn’t help but smile when her big gray eyes rounded.
“Holy shit! It worked!”
He nodded. “See, Doc. I ain’t always wrong.”
Her stare grew intense, and he knew she wanted to get into it again with him. He also knew those pills were gonna put her on her ass in a very short amount of time, and while he’d vowed not to hurt her, having to carry his unconscious Angel up to bed promised to be too much for even him. Hell, even now, Jenny’s perfect tits pressed so tightly against her thin shirt that he could see the outline of her nipples. It was torture just being in the same cabin as her. She was so damn beautiful it should’ve been illegal. Her dove gray eyes were set in creamy skin framed by jet-black hair. Her lips were so damn plump they looked like over-ripe plumbs ready for picking. And her scent… Fuck! She smelled so damn good that it had his dick going hard enough to pound nails.
“Jenny, go on up. Don’t make me carry you. I ain’t that kind of strong.”
She flattened a hand on her chest, and mock gasped. “Bishop Arkinson,” she started in a southern drawl. “I do declare, did you just imply that I am o-bese?”
He smiled. “Woman, you know what I meant. Now stop torturing me with your scent and go upstairs before I do more damage.”
Jenny’s teasing grin faded and Bishop’s smile went with it. Finally, she offered a quiet, “Goodnight.”
He watched her go all the way up the stairs and his heart nearly stalled out when she got to the top and turned to look down at him. “And it wasn’t damage, Bishop. Not to me.”
She walked away, and he had to clench his hands into tight fists to keep from following her up as he hissed under his breath, “Gonna be the longest fucking night ever!”