Page 48 of West Bound

“Body Language” - Doja Cat

The morning after my mind blowing night with Phoenix, I did in fact kick my own ass. It was good while I was in the moment, but when I remembered who he was and the reason behind my deep seated hate, I punished myself by running three miles. And I hate running.

That morning I decided I would avoid any interaction with Phoenix off the field, and stick to baseball only related conversations. I’ve ignored him plenty and in turn, pissed him off. CeCe has been glued to my side every minute that she hasn’t been glued to Luca’s.

Speaking of CeCe and Luca, those two are like gasoline and matches. Ready to combust with the slightest spark.

It’s mid August and the weather is as hot as the Wranglers winning streak. It’s the first game of a home series and I’m settling into my new routine of traveling three or so days with the team, then back home for a few. I’ve even patted myself on the back for not sleeping with any guys since Phoenix. If I’m really honest with myself, it’s because any man that comes after Phoenix will fail miserably and I’m not ready to give up the memory of that night. The one and only night I will allow myself to have with him.

It’s like I’ve scratched the itch from years ago and now I can’t move on knowing what I was missing. And damn was I missing a lot.

Phoenix is on the mound today, so I give myself a pregame pep talk to keep it cool, calm and collected while he’s in the dugout. Like the other times he’s either started or rested, I know he’ll sit close by and poke and prod me with questions. Tease me with his filthy words that he says for only my ears. And that fucking gum.

I hate Phoenix West. I hate Phoenix West. I ha–

“Peaches!”

The word ricochets off the brick walls of the hallway that leads past the clubhouse and into the dugout. My body tenses and my steps falter slightly, but I recover and pick up the pace.

“Peaches, hold up a sec.” Phoenix comes jogging down the hallway and grabs my hand, halting my getaway.

“Howdy, Red.”

“Lookin’ sexy as always, Viv.”

“I’ve got a home-run with your name on it tonight.”

The guys file out of the clubhouse and greet me in their own special way. I don’t miss how Manny keeps his eyes down as he passes me, and Rami only offers me a shy smile. I try to talk to him, but he shuffles by without a second glance.

I watch him go with my brows knitted tight, wondering what I could’ve done to piss him off.

I don’t have much time to think about it because I’m being tugged backwards by a caveman.

“Why are you always tossing me around like I’m a rag doll? I’m sick of your bossy ass.” I practically trip over my feet as we stumble into the trainers room which sits off of the clubhouse.

“Why are you always ignoring me?” He shouts and slams the door behind us, and locks it with a flick of his wrist.

“Let me out of here. I have a job to do.”

“I do too, baby girl, but we have some things to discuss first.”

“We do not have anything to talk about. Now, if you will move your giant body out of the way, we can both go to the jobs we are paid to do.” I step forward and try to move around him, but the stupid jerk stops me with a hand on my forehead.

I slap at him until he releases me. “You animal! My makeup better not be ruined.”

He smiles at me and smooths a wayward hair from my forehead and I swat at him like he’s an annoying fly. “You don’t need any makeup, Peaches. You’re already gorgeous. Especially when the morning sun shines across your naked body.”

“Stop it, you mongrel. I told you that was a one time thing and we were never to mention it, ever again.” I remind him.

“Yes, but I never agreed. In fact, I specifically remember changing your mind when you sat on my face and I ate you into your fifth…or was it your sixth orgasm, Peaches.”

While he’s been talking, he’s advanced on me, backing me up to the therapy table. The table wobbles and I grip it with my hands to stop it from falling. Or maybe to stop me from falling.

“So if you’re not ready to talk, you can sit your pretty little ass right there and just listen.” I open my mouth to protest and he covers it with his warm, rough hand. “Save your breath, Vivian, and just. Listen.”

I nod my head with wide eyes and inhale his spicy scent, a mixture of cloves and something slightly sweet like oranges. It’s intoxicating and the bastard has me practically creaming in my panties.

“We are nowhere close to being finished, Vivian. That one night was just the tip of the iceberg. A big iceberg,” he says and grinds his hard cock into me.

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