Page 80 of West Bound

“Anytime, Red. You know you’re part of the team.” Philo tells her and stops himself right as he’s about to place a small kiss on her cheek.

He looks at me–already giving him a death glare–and backs away.

“That may be, but make sure there’s no good game butt pats. Got it?” I remind them.

Vivian playfully slaps at my chest. “Ignore him. He’s a caveman. Y’all sleep well and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

We all wave goodbye and head to separate elevator cars. Just as the doors to ours are about to close, a hand slams in between them, causing them to open back up. When they do, they reveal a worried looking Rami and a very drunk Manny.

“Shhhit,” Vivian whispers.

Instinctively, I stand in front of her and push her behind me. My arm stays wrapped around her and her dainty hand grips my right bicep.

“Well if it isn’t the two lovebirds,” Manny slurs.

“Don’t, Manny,” Rami warns.

Vivian steps even closer to me, her nose pressing into my back and her fingers curling tighter around me.

Manny takes a step and stumbles. “Does coach know you’re here just to bang the pretty reporter?” Spittle flies out of his mouth and I lunge for him.

“Phoenix. No.”

“Yeah, Phoenix. Listen to your bitch,” Manny spats, and before I can react, Vivian is stepping out from behind me.

A loud slap echoes in the small space and Manny goes stumbling backwards, slamming against the doors.

“I may be a bitch, but you’re a lousy ball playing, piece of shit. I never thought very much of you, but now it’s even less. Think twice before you mention my name again.”

Manny stands holding his cheek, no doubt hot from her hand, and Rami is stunned, completely silent and motionless. As for me, my arms are folded over my chest and my stance is wide as I lift my chin, proud of how fucking amazing she is.

With a smile on my face, I wait to see how the two of these assholes respond. The bell chimes and the car slows, putting a stop to our encounter and our ascension.

“Welp, fellas. This is us.” Rami shuffles Manny to the side so we can pass and they both track us. “Hope you choke on a dick. G’night.”

She turns around and waggles her fingers and watches them fade into nothing.

“Oh, baby. I don’t think they’re the ones who will be choking tonight.” I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her close.

She pulls the cardkey from her purse as we approach the door and shakes that perfect peachy ass with each step.

“Nice try, big guy, but I think I deserve a break after the last couple of days and after the steak tonight. No tonsil hockey for you. You’re gonna have to do it the old fashioned way.” The door beeps and we enter our room, me waddling behind her with my hands gripped tight to her waist.

“I’ll show you old fashioned.”

In the blink of an eye, I’m pressing her against the glass and ripping her shirt open.

“That was Chanel,” she pants out as I bite the juncture of her neck and collarbone.

“Now it’s nothing. Turn around and put your hands on the glass.” She does as I tell her and I unclasp her lavender lace bra. “Bend.”

Her hips jut out and her back is flat, arms stretched and palms pressing on the cool glass. She looks gorgeous and I’m aching to be inside of her. Slowly I run my hand from her shoulder, down her spine, over the globes of her ass, and down her legs until I reach her stiletto clad feet.

“Lift,” I say, and tap her right foot.

I slide off her shoe then repeat on the other side leaving her in only her jeans. I reach around her and unbutton them and begin the process of rolling them over her ass and down her legs.

I stand back and admire her beautiful body in just her lavender thong. The fabric rests between her cheeks, right where I want to be.

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