Page 67 of West Bound

“You,” I croak out.

His brown eyes flit between my green ones and I see so many emotions swirl through them. Pain, regret, remorse. But it’s what I don’t see in them that has me terrified to break down the wall. I don’t see the promise that he’ll never hurt me again. I don’t see the promise that I can trust him with my heart because I know once I hand it over to him, I’ll never get it back in one piece.

“Please, Vivian. Give me a chance to show you I’m not the guy you think I am. I don’t beg women for anything…ever. But I’m begging you, don’t throw in the towel before the match starts.”

I really don’t know him because the man that sits beside me is not the one I’ve made the villain in all of my stories. Maybe he started out as one, or maybe he was just misunderstood, but the man staring at me with hope in his eyes is more like Prince Charming than the bad guy.

I fill my lungs with air, letting it feed my body–my courage–and breathe out the doubt.

“Please don’t break me, Phoenix.”

“Never,” he vows right before he takes my face in his hands and kisses me like I’m the key to all of his dreams coming true.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

PHOENIX

“Moonlight” - Kali Uchis

The door slams against the wall when I throw it open the second Vivian flips the lock. My hands circle her tiny waist and I guide her in so quickly, her feet stumble and I grip her tight so she doesn’t fall.

“Phoenix, I need to lock the door and turn off the lights,” she says as I push her further into her house and direct her towards her bedroom.

“I got it. Go take off those damn pants because if I’m not inside of you in the next five minutes, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

I begin rushing around her house, turning off lamps–fuck, why does she have so many–and checking the locks on her front and back door. Once the lights are out and the house is secured, I rush to her bedroom where I pray she’s waiting and ready.

I toe off my shoes before heading to her room, and kick them somewhere behind me. Climbing the stairs, I rip my shirt over my head and drop it. My belt and socks suffer the same fate and by the time I reach her bedroom, my pants are hanging open and my jaw is hitting the floor.

There, standing in front of her mirror, pulling off her shirt, stands Vivian in nothing more than a pair of green lacy panties and matching bra. I sneak up behind her just as her blouse falls to the ground. Her hair floats down over her shoulders and cascades down her back.

“Fucking hell, Peaches. You’re trying to kill me.” My hands run up and down from her breasts to her small hips.

Her body shivers from the roughness of my fingers over her silky skin, and her eyes never leave mine as we stare at one another in the mirror. Slowly I caress her arm and reach for the straps of her bra, pulling one off her shoulder then the other. I keep my eyes locked on hers when I lay soft kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

“Do you know how many times I imagined what you tasted like? The amount of times I held my hard cock in my hand wishing it was you?” I rasp into her ear.

“About as many times as I imagined you,” she confesses, and it sets my body on fire knowing that I haven’t been alone in my feelings.

Just the only one who wasn’t afraid to admit it.

Unclasping her bra, I slide it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground and giving me the most beautiful view of her breasts. I rub my fingers over her pink nipples and her head falls back against my chest. Her small, perky tits are the perfect handful as I cup them.

I spin her around and lift her up, her legs circling my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck. My mouth pulls on her taut nipple and a soft whimper leaves her lips.

“I think I’m going to take my time with you tonight, Peaches. I want to savor every inch of your delicious body and make sure you understand that you. Are. Mine.”

I walk us to the closest wall and push her against it. Slowly I drop to my knees until my face is buried in her beautiful pussy. I suck her clit through the lacy fabric and taste the evidence of her arousal.

“Mm. So good, baby.”

With her legs over my shoulders, I slowly rise to my feet, sliding her up the wall until I’m upright and she’s holding on for dear life.

“Ph-Phoenix! I’m gonna fall,” she cries.

I look up at her, her red hair curtaining us in fire, and tell her, “I won’t ever let you fall, Vivian. I got you.”

I wrap my arms around her legs and reach for her panties, pushing my thumbs into the lace until it rips open, giving me enough space to lick her slit. Our moans combine to make the most erotic sound, causing me to dive deeper.

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