Closing the door, he pressed her up against the bathroom counter.

“So, I can have anything I want from you?” He shoved his hand down her panties, finding her soaking wet.

“Yes, Preacher, you can have whatever you want from me. Always. I’m available to you.”

He pulled his hand from her shorts. “Then get them down your knees and bend over, this is not going to take long.” He tore into a condom, sliding it over his length. He wanted it hard and fast.

****

“Happy birthday, Bishop,” Robin said, placing a single cupcake in front of her best friend.

They sat outside the clubhouse. Several of the guys were drinking beer, playing cards, and others were with some of the women.

Her dad had told her to pack a few clothes for the coming weekend, and she didn’t argue with him. Bishop had picked her up, and she never questioned club instructions. She was never told why she had to do the things she did.

She had at least packed Bishop’s birthday present and had full access to the kitchen so she could bake him a cake.

“You baked this?” he asked.

“Yep.” She quickly reached behind her, grabbing the plate she’d piled high with cupcakes. “All with the chocolate fudge frosting you love so much.” She smiled at him. “Blow it out. Make a wish.”

Some of the guys had joined, and Bishop slapped their hands away as they tried to steal a cupcake.

“They’re my cupcakes,” Bishop complained.

“I’ve made several batches,” she said. “They’re all in the kitchen if you’d like one.”

Several of the men walked away, and she watched Bishop stare at his cupcake, close his eyes, and blow out the candle.

He opened his eyes and groaned. “My wish didn’t come true.”

“How come? You’ve only just made it. You can’t expect it to come true immediately. Wishes take a lot of time.”

“I wanted you naked and offering yourself up to me.”

She saw a couple of the guys were laughing.

“Bishop, seriously, stop it.”

“What? It’s what I wanted.” He took her hand and started to kiss her knuckles, leading up her arm. “Wouldn’t you like to give yourself to me? I’d be your first and only.”

She pulled her arm from his. “Try the cupcake.”

Bishop sighed. He took a bite out of the cupcake. “It’s wonderful. You know it is. You’re an amazing baker.”

She smiled, but she knew she’d upset him.

“The boy doesn’t want your fucking cupcakes, Robin.”

She tensed up as her mother stood beside her. Rebecca gripped her shoulder tightly, and she tried not to wince at the sudden pain. There would certainly be a bruise tomorrow just from the grip.

“Men want one thing. He wants you to sleep with him. To spread your thighs for his dick.”

“That’s enough, Rebecca,” Bear said.

Now this was becoming even more humiliating.

Bishop took her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles. In his own way he was trying to offer her comfort rather than accepting the fact he’d caused this disagreement. She wasn’t angry at him though. It would be pointless to be angry at him, especially as he wouldn’t understand what he’d done.