Page 83 of Last Mile

Holding up her hands, Samantha said, “Okay. Eating breakfast at your house is out. Where else can I get some food around here?”

“After a party, there’s usually a big breakfast up at the club- house.” I also knew Mama Liz would be cooking her usual Sunday morning spread, but I figured the safer choice would be to take Samantha to the clubhouse. The last thing I needed was Rev and Deacon giving me shit in front of Sam.

“Thank God. Just let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll be ready to go.”

“You might have to wait on the shower. We’ll need to hurry on

up there before the herd makes a run on the food, and there’s nothing left.”

“Then why don’t you hop in one shower, and I’ll hop in the other?” Samantha suggested.

“That sounds like a good plan except for the fact that I only have one bathroom.”

She slunk over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “That could create a problem if I wasn’t a generous person who would offer to share my water with you.”

“Aren’t you sweet?” I mused as I cupped her ass with my hands.

“I try.”

When she rubbed her crotch against mine, I groaned. “If I get in that shower with you, we’ll never get out in time for breakfast.”

“Not even for a quickie?”

“You and quickies just don’t go together. Me and my dick like to take our time with you.”

Samantha laughed. “I see.” She took a few steps away from me.

Her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt as she asked, “Is there anything I could do to change your mind?”

“No, I⁠—”

Before I could finish, I was hit in the face with the T-shirt. Once it fell to the floor, I got an eyeful of her fabulous rack. Being the incredible cock tease that she was, she cupped her breasts and tweaked her hardening nipples. Motioning to the growing bulge in my crotch, she said, “I think you both like what you see.”

“You’re evil.”

“I like getting what I want. I think it’s safe to say we both have that in common.”

“That could be a real problem if we’re both too stubborn to give in.”

“Yeah, but I think I’ve got the upper hand with this one.” She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Slowly, she shimmied them over her hips and down her thighs. Once she was naked, she cocked her head at me. “Shall I go turn the water on?”

I wanted so badly to be strong, but there was no way in hell with a throbbing dick and a gorgeous naked woman I would be able to say no.

“Bishop, you didn’t answer my question,” Samantha said.

When she slid her hand between her legs, I growled and charged at

her. After I crushed her against me, Samantha giggled. “Guess that

answers my question.”

“Go turn the water on,” I instructed.

Samantha pulled my shirt over my head. “Yes, sir.” She then swished her hips provocatively as she made her way into the bedroom.

When I started to follow her, I heard a knock at the door. “Fuck,”

I grunted before turning around and going to the door. When I opened it, Mama Liz stood there.