Page 107 of Intolerable Bishop

“Are you serious?” I nodded.

“She needs a distraction, and let’s face it, this place has no distractions other than us. I’m no good at juggling or telling jokes. I’d say we all go, but if I take the back roads with the bike, I can be in Seattle in four hours tops. Besides, if she thinks we’re just going for a fun ride around here, she won’t have the opportunity to say no.”

“You think she’ll hole herself up in there,” Blake asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’m worried that she may. She’s strong, but she’s had to deal with a lot in a year. The fear of losing Myles or worse if something goes wrong…I just want to see if I can help her feel normal for a bit. But if you really don’t want me to go, I’ll respect that.”

Blake shook his head. “No, go. Ren wants you in her life. I have accepted it, and you won’t get an objection from me. I actually think you’re right. It could be good for her.”

The door opened with a squeak and banged closed as Ren came out and jogged down the stairs in her Kevlar, helmet in hand. Yeah, I’d never get used to seeing her like this. It turned me on like she was prancing around in skimpy underwear.

“I’m ready,” Ren said, and there was already a lighter tone to her voice.

“I see that,” I said and ran my eyes up and down her body, a soft blush instantly creeping across her cheeks.

Taking her helmet from her, I held it behind my back. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pulled her closer, and her eyes grew wide, obviously not expecting this. Good, keeping Ren on her toes was exactly where I wanted to keep her.

My lips brushed against hers, and our eyes locked. “On this ride, you need to be a good girl and do as I say until we get back.” She licked her lips and flicked her eyes in Blake’s direction, but he only smirked. “Blake isn’t going to help you. He’s my witness. You promise to be a good fucking girl, Ren? Do what I say when I say it?” Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out, and I had to fight the urge not to smile. “Is that a yes?” She nodded. “Not good enough. Say, you’re a good girl. Say, you’ll behave.”

“I…I’ll be a good girl and behave,” she whispered.

“Good.” I pulled back but kept hold of her, and I could see the pulse jumping in the side of her neck. “Tell me, have you ever wanted to be fucked by twins at the same time?”

“Um…I…ah….” Ren’s face turned a violent shade of red. She looked at Blake and then me and then the sky and ground, like her eyes couldn’t decide what was safe. “I…I…I….” She stammered. It wasn’t often that she was at a loss for words, and I was loving every second of this.

“If you’re a good girl, maybe we can fulfill that fantasy for you when we get back. What do you say, Blake? Are you in,” I asked, but I kept my eyes on Ren. Blake pushed away from the car and stood behind Ren, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Oh, I’m definitely in,” he said, nipping at her earlobe. Ren shuddered and licked her lips, her eyes wide. I was momentarily transfixed by the sight as they reflected the white clouds overhead, and I couldn’t see her retina at all. “That is if you think you can handle both of us at once.”

“Yes.”

I could almost see her brain misfire as she tried to figure out how she’d gone from everything in her life hanging in the balance of life and death to picturing having two cocks in her at once. It was a one-eighty that would mess with anyone.

Pulling the helmet out from behind my back, I held it out for her to take and put on. “Then let’s get going. The sooner we do, the sooner we get back, and the sooner you get your prize.”

She pulled on her helmet, and I did up the buckle and then put mine on before grabbing my backpack and handing it to her. She gave it a peculiar stare but didn’t question why we’d need it for a fun ride. I winked at Blake to thank him for playing along. It really wasn’t a terrible idea. A good old-fashioned spit roast might do the trick.

Straddling the bike, I hit the starter, and she roared to life. I maneuvered her around until I was facing out the driveway and watched as Blake hugged Ren before she got on behind me.

I tapped the helmet’s speakers, turning them on. “Test,” I said.

“I can hear you,” Ren answered.

“Alright, let’s get the hell out of here for a while.” Her arms tightened around my waist, and I really wanted a picture of this. She made the cutest fucking backpack. I already had a playlist of her favorite songs from snooping through her phone and turned on the music. We wheeled out of the driveway and onto the dead-end lane that led to the main road. It was always slow going with the bike over the broken pieces of asphalt and pebbles that were like rolling on marbles, but we made it, and instead of heading toward town, I went in the opposite direction. It was only a few miles before I turned onto another back road.

“Why are we going this way,” Ren asked.

“Less likelihood anyone will spot us. Don’t need to get into another highspeed run for our lives unless that’s the kind of adventure you’re looking for?”

“No, I’ll pass.” I smirked at her response.

We wound our way from one road to the next. About an hour outside of Portland, I merged onto the highway and opened the bike up. Ren snuggled tighter to my body. I hadn’t been totally honest with Blake. Yes, this trip was for Ren, but it was as much for me as it was for her. Things with Liam were better, but there was still tension between us that I hated. The issue was that if someone gave me the option to go back in time and take back what happened at the gas station with Ren, I wouldn’t. The two of them fit with the two different sides of my personality. Each made me feel the same level of connection but in vastly different ways. Liam was always dominant, to the point of being a dick, but I loved it as much as I loved him and accepted that was his way. Ren woke up the part of me that wanted to do the dominating. She responded to it and looked at me with desire. The fact that it totally threw her off her game was just icing on the sexy cake. We could go toe-to-toe intellectually, which I loved, but if I pushed the right buttons, she’d get on her knees.

I shivered at the thought. Fuck.

When I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw that there was no one on the road for miles. It was like we were the only two people on earth.

“Hang on extra tight, lock your arms.”