Page 2 of West Bound

Wow! I’ve never thought of Bishop in that way. I guess this damn v-card of mine is a horny bitch who’s desperate enough to jump ship and onto anyone’s dock. But there’s only one dock I’m looking to board.

“Hey, Nix. Did you wanna grab a beer?” I’m forced out of my daydream and back to the present which smells like stale cigarettes, cheap alcohol, and sweat.

“Yeah. Ladies,” Phoenix turns to meet each of us in the eye. “Would you like to join us?”

Cami and CeCe each take one of Bishop’s arms and Phoenix holds his out for me.

Ohmigoshohmigosh! Act cool, Vivian. Not like a starstruck virgin.

“Uh, sure,” I say, trying to go for nonchalance, and slip my trembling hand into the crook of his arm.

I am suddenly neither tired nor annoyed by this party. In fact, this could be the night that changes my life forever.

The girls and I spend the next four days hanging with our high school crew, and I spend time getting closer to Phoenix.

I can feel the attraction is mutual by the little signs he gives me. He stares a little too long. The telltale lip bite as his eyes roam up and down my body. The flirty touches and borderline overtly sexual jokes. He’s feeling it, I’m feeling it, so why hasn’t he made a move?

It’s the second to last night here at the beach house, and I’m starting to get miffed about Phoenix’s lack of groping and making out efforts.

A group of us have decided to forgo another night at one of the clubs and spend the evening hanging out in the hot tub and playing drinking games. Phoenix has stayed behind with Bishop and I’m crossing my fingers that tonight is the night. CeCe and Cam have already agreed to bunk with Bishop or one of the other girls should Phoenix finally come to his senses and decide to hit a homerun.

“You should definitely wear the green one.” CeCe holds up a green bikini that has barely enough fabric to cover the nips and vag.

Good thing I got a Brazilian before we left Texas.

“CeCe. Don’t you think that’s a bit…too little? I’ll be lucky if one of my damn lips doesn’t hang out. And I don’t mean the ones on my face.” I take the swimsuit from her and hold it up with two fingers because that is literally all it takes to hold up what looks like a fabric swatch.

“Viv…do you want to get laid or not?” CeCe arches a brow and gives me a pointed and slightly disappointed look.

“Don’t listen to our resident slut.” Cami snatches the bikini from my fingers and tosses it on the bed. “If it makes you uncomfortable then don’t wear it. Maybe one of us has a turtleneck and sweatpants you can wear.”

CeCe snorts and Cami rolls her lips between her teeth to stop the shit eating grin from spreading across her traitorous face.

“You guys suck. Give me that fucking thing.” Cami hands it back to me and I go to the bathroom to change.

“Why’re you going to the bathroom to change? We’ve all seen each other naked.” CeCe shouts.

“Because I’m gonna have to tuck in the lips and I can’t have y’all in there while I’m bent over with my head between my legs to check that everything is all good.”

I slam the door behind me and take another gander at the bikini and pray to goddess that my cookie doesn’t fall out of the jar in front of everyone.

“I think Cam and I will most definitely be sleeping in another room tonight.” CeCe leans over to whisper in my ear.

We’re sitting on the edge of the hot tub with our feet in the water, crammed shoulder to shoulder. Earlier, Phoenix nestled himself between my legs and has been running his hand with those baseball calloused fingers up and down my leg. At one point, he leaned back and wrapped his arm under my knee and around my thigh. I took to running my fingers through the soft curls of his damp hair which caused him to tilt his head back and groan, “that feels so good”.

My fucking whore-y south mouth practically pushed its way from under my swimsuit to give him mouth to mouth.

I look at CeCe and bite the corner of my lip and nod. I can feel my face flushing and my nipples harden at the thought of what’s going to happen.

Phoenix pushes up from the bench seat and spins to face me. “I’ll be right back,” he says into my ear, his lips brushing my lobe and…

Did he just lick my earlobe? Queue panty melt.

“Okay,” I manage to choke out before he steps up and out of the hot tub.

I watch as his muscles flex deliciously and rivulets of water stream over each rippled muscle. He’s a freaking masterpiece created by horny goddesses to lure naive virgins to their deaths. But in my case there is no luring needed. I will gladly volunteer as the sacrificial lamb.

No arm twisting necessary.

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