I started working at the scrapyard about two weeks ago and things are going good. I like my job and the guys that I work with are great. Even the guy with the strange hands, Chucky, is really nice. Sitting at the desk, entering the paperwork that Hank brought me, Bishop comes in. "How's it going?" he asks. "Good. Almost done checking Hank's paperwork and then have to enter it. How's your day going?" I ask. "Good. Really good." he says before heading to his office and I go back to work. A little later, I get up to get another cup of coffee and knock on the office door. "Just made another pot. You need a refill?" I ask. "Yeah. I could use one." He says. I bring the coffee pot to his desk and refill his cup. "Thanks Sweetheart." he says. I just smile and leave the office. After a bit, it's time to close up and Bishop says "Why don't you head into the clubhouse and have a drink, relax a little." he tells me. "Are you sure?" I ask because I know that's his clubhouse and I don't want to overstep. "I'm sure. You know, you're doing a great job." he tells me. "Thanks Bishop. That means a lot." I say.
I head into the clubhouse and walk to the bar. The bartender hands me a beer and I thank her. Bishop walks over and says "Prospect set up a room for you so you don't have to drive" he tells me. "Thank you. I think I'll take you up on that." I say and he smiles. I've noticed over the couple of weeks that I have been here, he is a very nice looking man. A little older than me but still really nice looking and he's sweet. A few hours later, I say goodnight to everyone and head to the dorm to crash. Laying down in the bed, I change into the leggings and top that I keep in my bag just incase and lay down, falling asleep thinking about Bishop.
I wake up and look at my cell phone to see that it's just after 2am. I leave the dorm and head to the kitchen for a drink of water and see the templo doors open and see Bishop sitting there, looking down at what I assume is a glass of scotch. I knock on the door and he looks up. I don't walk in but ask "Are you okay Bishop?" He doesn't answer but asks "What are you doing up Sweetheart?" Smiling at the endearment he always calls me I say "I came for a drink of water. Can I get you anything?" I ask. "Come here." he says. I walk into the room and over to him. He looks up at me and I ask "Is there anything I can do?" He smiles sadly and says "What I need from you, I don't know if you can give me." Placing my hand on the side of his face, he leans into my touch. "Tell me what I can do." I say. He stands and his hands go to my waist and he just looks at me. I take a chance and lean up and softly press my lips to his. He pulls me closer and deepens the kiss. When we separate he places his forehead to mine. "I need you." he whispers. "I'm all yours." I whisper back. I take his hand and lead him to my dorm and once inside, I close and lock the door.
Leading him to the bed, I sit him down and kneel in front of him and take off his boots. Leaning him back, I move to hover over him and kiss him softly. He turns us over so he's hovering over me and I say "Claim me Bishop." He crashes his lips with mine and we start the shed clothes before he enters me and we spend the rest of the night having the most amazing sex of my life. When the morning comes, I wake up still in his arms, a sore ache between my legs and a smile on my face. He starts to stir next to me. Looking up at him, he kisses my lips softly. "Did you mean it last night?" he asks. "That I'm yours?" I ask and he nods. Kissing him softly I say "If that's what you need, I'm all yours Bish. All you have to do is say the word." I tell him. He presses his lips against mine in a rough kiss before rasping the words "You're mine."
