Page 74 of West Bound

“It’s a bath and a treat,” I tell her.

“Is my treat you?”

With a smirk, I say, “Always. But there’s a little extra something sweet for you.” I waggle my brows and nod towards the vanity counter where a hot and gooey-

“Is that a cobbler? Holy shit, that looks so good.” She walks over to where it sits and dunks her finger straight in, extracting it and quickly popping it into her mouth. “Mmm. Oh my God. Where did you get this?”

I sit up in the tub and water sloshes over the sides. I may have filled it a little too high, underestimating just how much my giant ass body would raise the water level.

“I made it,” I tell her.

Her head whips to look at me. “Shut up. You did not.”

With a small nod, “but I did. Why don’t you strip all those pesky clothes off, hand me the cobbler, and get that sweet ass of yours in here with me.”

A shy smile lights up her face and she passes me the dessert then strips down until her naked body is shining under the candlelit bathroom.

“So I know you like sports movies, obviously, but what’s another favorite? There’s gotta be something girly on your list somewhere.” Vivian is propped with her back to my chest in the tub that is quickly growing cold.

I feed her another spoonful of cobbler then wait for her to answer.

“Dirty Dancing. I freaking love that movie. When I was little-”

“What do you mean when? You still are little.” I joke and she gives me the biggest eye roll I’ve ever seen.

“When I was younger, my cousin and I used to watch the dance scenes over and over, trying to learn all of the steps. She was always mad because I got to be Baby since I was smaller than she was.” She laughs as she reminisces. “I swear, I thought I was going to grow up and marry Patrick Swayze.”

“Babe. You weren’t even born when that movie came out.”

“I know. But a girl can dream, can’t she.” She pops a shoulder then pops another bite into her mouth. “What’s your favorite movie,” she mumbles.

“Hm. I guess I’d have to say Field of Dreams.”

“Booo. You can’t pick that or any other sports movie. I already know those are givens. Give me your dirty little secret movie.”

I close my eyes and drop my head back because I just know she’s going to give me shit when I tell her.

“You better not laugh at me, Vivian, if I tell you.” She crosses her heart and holds her hand up like a girl scout would. “I mean it.”

“Okay. I promise. Zip it up and throw away the key.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes again. “I’ve always liked The Little Mermaid.”

Vivian has a major spit take moment and pieces of cobbler go flying out of her mouth and into the sudsy water. She chokes, pounding on her chest, to clear the food lodged in her throat.

“I told you not to laugh,” I whine, patting her back to help her along.

“I-I’m not,” she laughs. “You just surprised me. That’s all.” She reaches out and scoops up the bubbles that have bits of food in them and tosses them onto the bathmat on the side of the tub. “Curious, though. How did a cartoon mermaid with red hair, nonetheless, become your favorite movie?”

Her growing smile is getting harder for her to hide as she bites down on her lips.

“It was Anais’ favorite movie when she was little, so I used to watch it with her on repeat anytime I visited. I may know all the words to Kiss the Girl, but I can neither confirm nor deny.”

She turns completely around and moves closer until she’s straddling my lap causing my dick to twitch with excitement.

“So redhead mermaids do it for you, huh?” Her voice is low and breathy and I grow harder.

I nod, “mhm. That shell bra and big green eyes really did it for me.” I kiss her pert little nose as she wraps her arms around my neck.

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