Page 55 of West Bound

“What?”

She stands a little taller and clears her throat. “My favorite cereal. I like Fruity Pebbles.”

I lick my lips and pull in my bottom one, biting back the smile. Well, trying to bite it back. It’s then that I see it. This is the real Vivian. Yes she’s tough and sassy and fierce but beneath that is the shy, somewhat unsure, book nerd I met years ago. The one who I fell for because of our shared love of baseball. And it wasn’t just because she wanted to bag a ball player. She had a true love for the game and damn if it wasn't the sexiest thing. Especially to a horny twenty year old whose life revolved around baseball. Her appeal has grown over the years but when I look at her like she is right now, I see the young girl with the red hair that I couldn’t take my eyes off of the first time Bishop brought me to Texas with him.

“What’s it gonna be, Peaches? If you want to take sex off the table, fine. We both know what to look forward to, so we can set that aside for now. That’s how serious I am about this. Us,” I tell her, moving my finger between our bodies.

Another quiet moment passes before she speaks.

“I don’t have my glasses with me, so we’ll have to go to my place. Plus, there’s probably fans waiting to mob you at your hotel.”

My heart skips a beat then picks up double-time. I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss and she relaxes in my arms. Pulling away, I watch her eyes flutter open and the light in her eyes shines.

“And sex is definitely on the table. You can’t offer up a four course meal but skip the main meal,” she says, her fire burning once more.

“Well then…let me feed you. I’m starved after only having a sample earlier, myself. I think we could both lick our plates clean.”

I take her hand and follow her to her car, then run to mine to follow her home where I make good on my promise to lick my plate clean. Then I went back for seconds…and thirds.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

VIVIAN

“Super Freaky Girl” - Nicki Minaj

The team has a rare two day break between series which means I do, too.

I’ve been working so much between games, traveling, and my desk duties, that I thought I deserved a little time off. Harv didn’t even bat an eye when I told him I needed a mental health day. Just said “see ya in a couple days, kiddo.” I took advantage of not having to be in to work that I slept in and missed my spin class. And I don’t feel guilty one bit.

I stretch my arms above my head, and my muscles groan. I spent another night being wrapped up, around, in, and by Phoenix after another Wranglers win. He didn’t pitch, but he was still keyed up by the fact that they pulled ahead by four games from the second place team. If they keep this up, they are shoe-ins for the AL West division champs. Then the ALCS then…World Series.

“Mmm. No wakey,” I hear a deep grumble and turn my head over my shoulder to see a sleepy Phoenix.

He nuzzles into my neck and kisses it before wrapping a thick leg around me and tugging me closer to his body. He may not be ready to wake up, but that baseball bat he’s hiding under the sheets sure is.

“It’s an off day. We can’t spend it in bed,” I tell him.

“Yes we can. That’s why it’s called a day off. Now, either go back to sleep or crawl under these sheets and give me a proper good morning.” His eyes stay closed but a smug smile greets me.

Without saying a word, I spin in his arms and lay a kiss on his scruffed jaw, then trail down his neck, over the hard ridges of his chest and the rippling muscles of abs until I reach his hardened cock. I flick the tip with my tongue and it twitches, eliciting a moan from its owner.

I run my nose down the length of him, then lick my way back up. Phoenix lifts his hips and I grab hold of him. My small hand looks even more minuscule as it wraps around his thick shaft. Slowly, I lower my mouth down his long length and take as much of him as I can until he hits the back of my throat.

He hisses as I work my way back up and down again. Once I’ve taken him as far as I can, I grip his base with my hands and move them in time with my mouth, opening my throat and trying not to gag.

His girth splits my mouth to the verge of pain, and moisture builds, dripping and puddling on his cock and my hands.

“Fuck, Peaches. I need to hear you.” He pulls me off of him with a pop and a slap as his dick smacks his hard abs.

He’s suddenly wide awake and spinning me so that I’m on my back with my head hanging off the edge of my bed.

“Bend your knees and open wide,” he orders.

I slide my feet up until my knees are peaking and spread them wide. Phoenix dips his thick fingers through my pussy lips, then brings his wet digits to his cock. He wraps his hand around it and strokes, long and slow, spreading me all over him.

He stands tall and looms over me, big and commanding. “Hang your head back and open your mouth.”

Slowly I use my feet to push me over a little more until my neck is bent back as far as it can go. The blood starts to rush to my head and my eyes turn glossy, but I don’t let it deter me. I open my mouth and watch an upside down Phoenix step closer to me.

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