Bishop

 

Bishop hadn’t been certain whether or not he should believe the rumors that Lola was coming back to town. After all, her last experience here hadn’t exactly been a good one. Nevertheless, he had put his plan together. If he knew she was coming, then there was no doubt everyone else did, too.

 

Fortunately, he had a lot more force at his back than the security guards at the airport did. His plan had gone more smoothly than even he imagined it would. Lola’s bodyguards probably would have thrown a fit if they had seen the Cobra Kings there, but the crowd had been plenty of cover for them.

 

Now, he had exactly what he had hoped for. He was on his bike with the wind in his hair and Lola pressed against his back. She had tried to change her appearance so that she didn’t look like a celebrity, but he would have known her if she had been wearing a burlap sack and flip flops. There was no disguising the curve of her lips, the arch of her brows, or the way she glided through a room. Her breasts jiggled pleasantly against him when they went over a small bump in the road, and he sure as hell hoped she was wanting the same thing he wanted.

 

Once they had made their way out of town, Bishop raised his right hand with two fingers in the air. The Kings knew the signal and they fell back, letting their leader shoot off from the rest of the pack. The road took a gentle fork. The Kings went left toward the freeway, but Bishop went to the right.

 

Trees bent over the road here to form a green canopy. He slowed down a little, wanting to enjoy the experience. Bishop had accidentally found this little trek when he had been out for a joyride, but at the time he had had no use for it.

 

There was a lot he wanted to say to Lola, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to form the words for most of it. Half of them would be lost in the wind from the bike anyway, and so he kept them to himself until he pulled off onto a dirt road that burrowed into the woods. It wasn’t the sort of place he would normally bring his bike, and he would probably have to spend several hours cleaning all the dust off it later, but he hoped it would be worth it.

 

He stopped when they reached a small clearing and helped Lola off the back. “I wasn’t sure if I should believe it when I heard you were coming back to town,” he started.

 

“Did you miss me?” she asked demurely. The wind had pulled small strands out of her bun, and she reached up to pull out the bobby pins. When she had retrieved them all, her blonde locks came tumbling down around her shoulders. She looked like a wood nymph, all light and innocence.

 

“That depends.” He moved toward her, setting his hands on her waist and fighting the urge to tumble down with her onto the pine needles that formed a thick flooring here. “Did you miss me?”

 

Lola bit her lip and smiled. “I did.”

 

“Good, because I sure as hell missed you. This town has been so boring without you.” Unable to resist any longer, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, moving down her jawline to her throat.

 

“What? There aren’t any other abandoned starlets in the Magnolia Blossom Hotel for you to seduce? I find that so hard to believe.” Her soft laugh blended with the sigh of the breeze in the leaves that surrounded them.

 

“If there are, they aren’t like you.” Bishop had missed her, and he had admitted that. But there was so much more. He had craved her, needed her in the middle of the night so badly that even drinking couldn’t drive the feeling away. There was nothing to compare to the softness of her body or the feel of her tongue against his. He wanted to tell her how he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, but his actions would just have to serve instead of his words.

 

Bishop pulled her shirt over her head, exposing those gorgeous breasts of hers. She wore a pale pink bra with lace around the edges, so innocent looking, and yet he knew that what they were about to do was far from innocent. He dove into her cleavage, pulling aside the cups of the garment to press his kisses on each full mound.

 

Lola moaned and pressed herself against him. “Believe it or not, LA is pretty boring, too,” she admitted between gasps. “Everyone there is so fake.”

 

He had been working on the clasp of her jeans, and as he wiggled them down over her hips and drank in the sight of her half-naked body, Bishop felt his urges completely taking over his mind. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the real man that you need.” He pulled her down onto the ground with him, determined to make love to her all day and all night if he could.

 

She was undressing him just as eagerly. His boots flew off into the tree line, and the naked skin of her stomach pressed against his. She was warm and sweet and just what he needed. Reaching behind her back, he unclasped her bra and let those gorgeous breasts free. Bishop was ready to pierce her and relive their evening at the hotel, but she wouldn’t let him.

 

Lola pushed her hands against his chest, grinning. “I want to let you know just how much I missed you,” she said as she moved down between his legs. Her lips traced his chest, his abs, and the trail that led to his package before she closed them around the tip of his cock.

 

He let his head thump softly into the pine needles, his body melting she slipped her lips down onto his base. “Holy shit, that feels good.” Her mouth was just as hot and wet as her pussy had been last time, except now there was the added benefit of her tongue as she pressed it up and down the back of his shaft. What’s more was that she seemed to be enjoying it.

 

Proving that point before he could bring it up, Lola let go of him with her mouth and leaned forward, putting his dick up through the softness of her breasts. She rubbed herself up and down on him, and Bishop melted into her softness. The effect was only increased when she bent her head forward and began sucking on him again, with those glorious tits still wrapped around his cock.

 

He thought he might come right on the spot, but he wanted to enjoy every bit of this. Involuntarily, he bucked his hips against her, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth and his balls slapping into her breasts. Bishop growled, enjoying this far too much, and pulled Lola up on top of him once again. “You keep going on like that and you’re not going to get what you need.”

 

“Trust me,” she whispered in his ear as she sank down on top of him, pushing her tight pussy down on his throbbing member, “I am.”

 

It was impossible that this woman could be so sweet, so generous, and yet have such a sharp tongue when she wanted to. Bishop had watched a few of her videos after she had returned to California, and he completely understood why every schoolboy was fantasizing about her. Fortunately for him, he had Lola Lennox all to himself.

 

Lola rode him like a rodeo queen, gliding up and down as her globes slapped him softly in the face. Bishop took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he squeezed the other one. He couldn’t touch her enough, and he brought his free hand down the gentle curve of her ribs and waist until it rested in the fold between her ass check and her upper thigh, feeling the movement of her muscles as she worked on him.

 

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “I thought about you all the time while I was gone. I just needed you inside me again.”

 

“Right where I belong,” he replied, shoving his hips upward and making her gasp with pleasure. He still didn’t have enough of her. Bishop released her breast and moved his hand up to her silken hair, gently grabbing a handful of it and bringing her face down to his. He plundered her mouth with his own, sucking at her lips and claiming her with his tongue. Bishop tightened the hand on her buttock, squeezing the soft flesh. She was his, and he had to make her understand that.

 

Lola moaned, the vibrations shivering down his tongue and straight to his crotch. She had already set him on fire, and he would let her burn him right to the ground. Bishop’s balls tightened against her slick undercarriage, his girth expanding. Lola moaned again, her own body responding to his. He felt the undulating waves of her core begin, demanding that he give her everything. They moved in unison, their hips locked and their tongues twisted together as he filled her with everything he had. Bishop felt the past month of tension flow out of him as he released, his muscles finally able to relax once again.

 

As they lay panting on the forest floor, Bishop knew he should get up, get dressed, and get her back into town. The press and the fans would only follow the gang of Cobra Kings for so long before they figured out that he and Lola weren’t with them. While he doubted they would ever find them here, out in the middle of nowhere, he didn’t want to compromise Lola’s reputation by being found naked in the woods with her.

 

But she felt so wonderful, even just lying in his arms with the warm skin of her cheek pressed against his chest, that he never wanted to move again. In a way, they had more time together now than they had at the hotel, and there was no reason not to take advantage of it. Bishop let his fingers drift up and down the length of her back, her eyelashes fluttering against him. She was tiny and safe in his arms, and he wanted to keep her that way.

 

“Lola,” he said after a moment, his voice breaking the near-silence of their secret spot, “have you figured out who might be leaking information about you?” It was the wrong thing to say after such passionate sex, but as long as someone out there was betraying her, he wouldn’t be able to get it off his mind.

 

Fortunately, she must have understood. She didn’t get angry at him for bringing it up, but just let out a long sigh that tickled his chest hair. “Not really. I’ve been doing my best not to think about it, and it seems like the crowds are just part of my life now.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“You should see how it is back in Hollywood. People are just everywhere. It doesn’t matter where I go. When I did that interview on television, there was such a crowd outside the studio that I wasn’t sure I would ever get in. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out where I live, and I don’t know if the security wall will hold them out for long.”

 

Bishop tensed, both at his recollection of the interview and at his worry about keeping her safe from crazy fans. He hadn’t liked the way Chris acted around her, but Bishop was the one cuddled up naked with her. He had to let that part go for now. “Maybe it’s time to get rid of your team and get a new one. If you can’t figure out who’s giving out information, then the problem is only going to get worse.”

 

“But then how do I know I’m hiring someone who’s reputable? I guess what I’m saying is that I would rather at least have someone I believe I can trust. And I still don’t want to discount the possibility that it could be a wide network of people who happen to spot me and release the information. People gossip about celebrities online all the time.”

 

“I know.” And he did. Bishop had never been one to keep up with the lifestyles of the rich and famous, but he had become far more aware of what happened in the online message boards since he’d met Lola. As soon as one of his men had told him the rumors were flying that she was coming back to Rolling Hills, he’d been glued to his screen. “Still, the timing seems a little bit too perfect.”

 

Lola hesitated for a moment, and he could feel it in her body. She tightened up just the slightest bit, letting him know that she was nervous about what she was about to say. “To be honest with you, I’ve started to wonder if it’s Chris.”

 

His body responded with tension of its own. “Why do you say that?” he asked carefully. He wanted to bring up all his doubts about the man, but he didn’t want to scare her off or make her feel that she couldn’t talk to him.

 

She sighed once again. “I’ve just found out that he has his own little scheme to get himself famous. He wanted to take credit for rescuing me, and if I had let him he would have claimed that he and I are involved. It’s all just part of his dumb little plan to get into the spotlight so he’ll start getting hired for acting jobs instead of just being a bodyguard.”

 

Bishop sat up, pulling her with him and looking into her blue eyes. The news wasn’t a surprise, but it bothered him in a deep way. “He wants to use you,” he said coldly.

 

She shot him a nervous look and then glanced away. “Yes, but I’ve already told him it’s not going to happen. However, it would make sense if Chris was the person telling everyone my schedule. Then the camera crews would all be in place, and he would have his chance at getting attention. It’s ridiculous, really.”

 

“No, it’s not.” Bishop’s mind was far from sex now. He only wanted to think about Lola’s safety. Chris should have been concerned about it, too, but it seemed obvious that he wasn’t. “He seems like the perfect suspect. Why didn’t you fire him when he told you all this?”

 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. It all just seemed so silly, and I had enough going on. I didn’t want to have to look for another bodyguard. Chris is annoying, and he has his own agenda, but I don’t think he’s genuinely a bad guy.”

 

“Maybe there’s a way we can set him up so we can figure out if he really is ratting you out.” Lola might have been willing to let this go, but he wasn’t. As far as Bishop was concerned, it was his job to protect her now. He and the Cobra Kings could be her bodyguards. “You could tell him you’re going one place, but then do something completely different at the last minute. If the online forums report what you’ve told him, then you’ll know for certain.”

 

She waved off the idea and stood up, picking her clothes out of the pine needles and shaking them off. “It’s not a bad plan, but I just don’t think I can do it right now.”

 

Bishop got dressed as well, realizing that he’d completely ruined the moment they were having. He never should have brought up the mysterious informant, even though it had been weighing heavily on his mind. “Why not?”

 

Lola pulled on her shirt. The loose folds of fabric hid her curves and that tiny waist, but he still knew what was underneath it. “The whole town knows I’m here, but does anybody know why?”

 

He thought back, trying to remember. “I don’t think so. I’m not sure anybody even cared just as long as you were coming.”

 

“My dad had a heart attack,” she admitted. “I’m from this place, and that’s why I was here a month ago. I knew my father was having issues with his heart and I wanted a chance to see him. And maybe make things right with my parents again.”

 

It was hard to believe that a girl as perfect as Lola would have issues with her parents. “How did that go?”

 

“Not so well. I dropped out of high school to pursue my career and they never forgave me for it. I thought after all this time that we could talk like adults and everything would be okay, or at least okay enough, but I was wrong. They were angry at me for coming home. Why the hell are you laughing?” She looked up from where she had leaned against a tree to tie her shoe, hurt in her eyes.

 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He composed himself, took her by the hand, and held her close. “It’s just that you seem so perfect to me. It’s hard to imagine you as a high school dropout when I know that I was, too.”

 

“Oh.” She looked more curious than angry now. “Why did you leave school?”

 

Bishop ran a hand through his hair. He had done a good job of quashing the memories of his past, but Lola was bringing them all back in a flood. There had been so many angry fights, so many harsh words, and even the life of a biker was a pleasant and easy one compared to what he had lived as a kid. “You could say my dad and I didn’t get along. He was very conservative. He didn’t like the crowds I was hanging out with, and I was getting in trouble at school all the time. He beat me just about every day that I came home from school. Sometimes he had a good reason. The other times, he said he just figured I deserved it. For a little while, I started to think I deserved it as well.”

 

And the truth was that he still did. No matter how many men followed him at the club or how much money he made, Bishop was never truly certain that he was worth anything. He had wondered before if it would matter to anyone whether he lived or died, and the answer had always been no up until now.

 

“That must have been difficult.”

 

“It was, but I only made things even more so.” Bishop didn’t know if he should be telling her all of this. If Lola—sweet, clean Lola—knew all about his dirty past, she might not want to have anything to do with him anymore. But it wasn’t fair to keep it a secret from her. After all, she had already told him her secret. “I just kept rebelling against him until neither of us could stand it anymore. I ran away from home, and that was the beginning of my career as a Cobra King. It was a little scary at first, being a kid and all. I was only sixteen. But they took me in like a new family, one that didn’t mind my past or my behavior.”

 

There were other vague memories, less important ones, that he had nearly forgotten about until now. Bishop had had a crush on the girl next door since he was a little kid. Jane had become friends with him despite what her parents thought about the rowdy neighbor boy, and he had knocked on her window the night he’d left. She’d begged him not to go and to work things out with his father, but she’d refused to go with him. “You and I … we’re just too different.” Jane had been right, but Bishop could see now just how much Lola reminded him of her.

 

“Did you ever think about going back?” Lola asked. Her face was dark now, her angled brows drawn down.

 

“I thought about it, but never seriously. It wouldn’t work.”

 

“I’d like to tell you that you’re wrong and that you should go home to see your father, but I can’t. My parents hate who I am. They always have, even when I was doing my best to be their good little girl. They don’t see their daughter in me at all anymore, but a stranger.”

 

He touched her cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the loneliness that he knew came with that territory. “Even if they don’t like who you are, I do.”

 

Lola smiled up at him then. “At least I have one good reason for coming back to this town.”