Page 41 of West Bound

“What did you say?” Her eyes are narrowed and her cheeks blush the sweetest shade of pink.

I present my hand to her and open my palm, face up, revealing the gum that lays inside. “Gum. Wanna piece?”

The sun is setting behind her and the glow lights up her hair like a halo of fire. It’s the perfect juxtaposition to describe her. A woman who looks like an angel but will set your world on fire and leave you begging for more.

“Did you do something to it?” Her voice is dripping with skepticism and I absolutely love that she doesn’t give in easily.

“Nope. Just thought I’d share.” I start to twist the ends of the gum wrapper slowly, watching it twirl between my fingers.

“What flavor is it?” she finally asks.

I lick my bottom lip and bite it to contain the smirk that’s growing. “Grape.”

“Grape? Who chews grape bubblegum?” Her eyes don’t move from the gum as it continues to spin while I twist it back and forth.

“If you don’t want it, Peaches, I’ll take it. Just tryin’ to be nice. That’s all.” I stop twirling it and pull open the wrapper revealing the purple goodness.

“I’ll take it,” she says before I can pop it in my mouth, and holds out her hand.

I step a little closer to her and hold the gum between two fingers. My arm stretches as if I’m about to place the gum in her hand, but I continue past her dainty palm and zero in on her mouth. Her eyes grow wide as she watches me move it towards those delectable lips. They stay tight when I touch the gum to them and her eyes flick to mine.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth, Vivian.” My voice is deep and commanding.

I don’t miss how her pupils dilate and the little gasp of air when I call her a good girl. The pulse in her neck jumps and beats rapidly in the delicate column. I arch a brow and see the moment she decides to give in.

Her plump pink lips part and I slowly slide the gum inside. Her tongue is wet and warm and when she closes her lips around my fingers, all I can think of is what those pouty lips will look like sucking my cock while she stares up at me with tears in her eyes.

She pulls back and I watch as her lips slide over my fingers. She releases with a pop and it’s a direct shot to my dick that twitches inside its protective cup. I bite my lip while she chews with a smile. The little temptress knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Good?” I ask her.

She nods slowly and replies, “mhm. So juicy,” then blows a bubble.

Fuck!

Roars explode throughout the stadium as my guys strike out, moving the game along. I plop down on the bench and watch Vivian who continues to chew and blow, and chew and blow, never taking her eyes off the field. And I never take my eyes off of her.

“Incoming,” someone yells just as I pull my slacks up and button them.

My belt is still hanging loose and when I look down to buckle it, I hear the whistles and catcalls. With my head cast downward, my eyes search the room for who is obviously a woman in the locker room.

“Are y’all decent?” a sweet voice asks.

“Decent is subjective but yes, we have clothes on,” one of the guys answers back, making us all laugh.

I slide the end of my belt through the loop and turn to grab my dress shirt that hangs in my visitor’s locker. When I turn back around, the smell of grape gum infiltrates my nostrils, and a spicy little minx stands in front of me.

“Back for more, Peaches?” I ask and slide my arms into the sleeves but leave it open.

“Just a few questions to ask you, Phoenix. Think you can behave yourself for five minutes?” She pulls out her phone and holds it up, poised to press record when I give her the go ahead.

“Oh, c’mon Vivian. You don’t really want me to behave, do you? I like it when your claws come out.” She lets her head fall to one side and gives me a tiresome look. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. Ask away.”

She clears her throat, presses record and begins. “Another great game, Phoenix, and another shutout for you. How does it feel to have the league record for the most shutouts this season?”

She asks me a series of questions about tonight’s game, my teammates and my predictions for the rest of the season. When she’s finished I turn to her and say, “now can I ask you a question?”

Her brows knit together and she lets her professional facade slip for only a moment before recovering.

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