Page 68 of West Bound

I suck, lick, blow and bite and all the while, Vivian’s nails dig into my scalp and her legs shake. I don’t ease up until she cries my name and her body is slumping forwards. Carefully, I slide her down until she’s safely in my arms and carry her to her bed, laying her down with a gentleness that I have only ever used with her.

“You-you’re still dressed. Take them off,” she pants.

I smirk and slide my thumbs beneath my pants and the band of my boxers, pushing them down and off. I stand tall and proud knowing my dick is doing the same. Vivian clambers to her knees and hands and crawls over to where I stand.

Without using her hands, she takes my engorged head into her mouth and teases, flicking and swirling her tongue. I hiss, my head falling back, and she continues to move up and down, taking me a little deeper each time. When I hit the back of her throat, she inhales deeply and pushes until her throat grows tighter.

“Vivian. Don’t…shiiit,” I curse when she swallows me over and over.

I can’t help it, my hands instinctively grip her hair and my hips thrust. I tell myself to go slow, but she blasts that by covering my hand with hers and showing me how she wants me. My hands hold her face and she opens up wide, relaxing her jaw, while I move in and out, and fuck her mouth until I start to see lights flashing.

If I don’t stop myself, I know I’ll be coming down her throat like a geyser finally exploding. So I pull her off and flip her to her back. I push her knees to her chest and slide into her, so wet and warm, and spend the next hour, worshiping her body and making her scream two more times before I finally let myself go.

When she’s pliant and complacent, I run my fingers through her hair and remind her, “we are happening, Peaches. No more fighting it.”

Her eyes blink open and she gives me a shy smile and small nod. I take that little acknowledgment as a win and mark the moment with a punishing kiss.

My alarm blares and I reach over to turn it off. Only it’s not my alarm and I’m not in my bed.

Vivian’s body is wrapped around mine and her warm breath tickles my chest. The alarm continues to sound, but Vivian is out cold, not so much as a flinch from her.

“Baby,” I whisper into her ear, but it does nothing to rouse her.

Rubbing my eyes I squint and spot her phone on her nightstand. Gripping her tight, I carefully roll over her and touch the screen, silencing the wretched sound.

It’s when the room grows quiet that she finally starts to wake. Her little body rolls and stretches, like a kitten waking from slumber.

“Morning, Peaches.”

She blinks her eyes open and gives me a sleepy smile. “Morning,” she rasps. “What time is it?”

I crane my neck to read the time on her phone. “Six-fifteen.”

“Crap. I’ve gotta get up. If I’m not out of here in fifteen minutes, I’ll be late for spin.” She moves to get up and I yank her back down, locking her to my chest. “Phoenix.”

“Nope. No spin today. You did plenty riding last night. I’m giving you the day off.

She laughs and pushes on my chest, raising her head to look at me.

“You can’t just decide for me when I can or can’t workout. Besides, if I don’t then things will start sagging, and you don’t want that, do you?”

“Baby, your body is a goddamn wonder. I think you’ll be okay missing one day.” My fingers run lazily up and down her spine and she wiggles against me.

Inhaling and exhaling she says, “fine. But I only have an hour before I have to get ready for work. I really can’t be late for that. I’ve got to prep for tonight’s game.”

“I have training so I’ll leave when you do. But first,” I roll her onto her back and hover above her, my forearms resting on either side of her head. “I need breakfast,” I growl and slide down her body and under the sheets until my face is nestled in its favorite place to be.

“Great job today, Nix. Your arm looks good. Go see the PT and then we’ll catch you tonight,” my trainer says after a grueling workout.

“Thanks, man.” I bump his fist and make my way over to the trainer’s rooms just like he said. My shoes squeak against the floors but when I hear voices, I stop mid step.

“I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but he can’t just walk in and take her from right under my nose,” a voice booms from the locker room.

“From our noses. We already agreed we’d finger cuff that shit.” I pause recognizing the voices as Rami and Manny and flatten myself against the wall to continue eavesdropping.

“Whatever man. All I know is that I had her locked down when that asshole came walking in and stole her away. And to say that’s his girl.”

I was afraid they were talking about Vivian, and now I’m even more curious to listen to what else they have to say.

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