Page 77 of West Bound

That will surely ruffle his feathers. So instead of continuing the back and forth with him, I toss my phone on the bed and decide I am in desperate need of a steam shower to wipe away the airplane smell.

I was surprised to see that I only had one text and one missed call from Phoenix when I finally re-emerged from my long ass shower. I assumed he decided to work out with his trainer, so I got cozy in a fluffy robe with the remote and selected a chick flick to watch before I ordered dinner.

Two movies and one cheeseburger with fries and coke later, and a knock sounds at the door. I pause the movie and stare at the door like my x-ray vision will suddenly kick in and I’ll be able to see who’s standing on the other side. I don’t move for about thirty seconds but when a second knock sounds, I decide to check out who is interrupting my RomCom marathon.

I step to the door and of course I can’t see through the peephole–door manufacturers must not know anyone who is vertically challenged–so I keep the top slide lock on and open the door as far as I can, peeking out between the small crack.

“Phoenix?” I squawk.

“Hey, Peaches. Surprise!”

Phoenix is standing at my door…with a suitcase…and a goofy ass smile like I missed something.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, still looking out through a three inch slit.

“Well, if you let me in I can explain.” I contemplate whether or not to let him in when he says, “I have the other key. I’ll just wait you out if I have to.” He arches a cocky brow and I resign because…what other choice do I have?

I can’t leave a baseball god waiting in the hallway. And if he stays in the lobby, he’ll get mobbed and every news outlet will know he’s here, and eventually why.

I stand on my tip toes and flip the latch and open the door to let him in.

“Hey, baby,” he says in a low, gravely voice before his bag drops to the floor and he scoops me up in his arms, laying a bruising kiss on my mouth.

Okay. Maybe Phoenix being here won’t be so bad, after all.

He walks in, still holding me, and closes and locks the door, never parting his lips from mine. The guy doesn’t even look where he’s going or take a minute to admire the room. He simply moves to the bed, drops me down, and rips open the robe.

“Oh, Peaches. It’s like you knew I was coming.” He takes in my naked form, slick from lotion and drenched between my legs.

“Maybe this wasn’t for you,” I joke and bite my lip.

He growls and pounces on me, throwing my back to the bed and hovering over me. “Don’t you fucking dare. I will rip the heart out of any man who looks at what’s mine.” His hand cups my pussy and I whimper–fucking whimper–with need. “That’s what I thought.”

He drops his head and clamps his teeth on my nipple and I cry out. He soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue, then repeats it all on the other breast. Kisses trail down my body and he stops to dip his tongue into my belly button before making his way up, again. Suckles and licks and kisses are placed up and down my neck. It’s that delicious sting followed by sweet, sweet rapture.

His tongue invades my mouth and I push him back. “Phoenix, wait. I just ate a hamburger. Let me brush my teeth.”

He scoffs and knits his brow tightly together. “Are you for real, right now? I don’t care if you just ate a bowl full of dirt. You’re not leaving this bed until you’ve screamed my name at least twice.”

I can’t object because he quickly resumes where he left off, so I just give in to him and enjoy the fact that I won’t have to use that vibrator I packed in my bag.

Phoenix reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt off, disconnecting from my mouth only long enough to toss it aside. I work on his belt while he pushes his shoes off. When we both have accomplished our tasks, he stands and rips his jeans and boxers down his legs, revealing his beautiful cock.

“Jesus. Every…time,” I whisper, in awe of him no less than the time before.

Not acknowledging what I said, Phoenix drops to his knees and grabs my ankle. He places open mouth kisses on it and slowly moves towards the place I need him most. When I wiggle my butt, urging him to go faster, he looks up at me through his thick lashes and smiles like the arrogant jerk he is.

“Patience, Peaches,” he says.

I stick out my bottom lip with a pout and say, “I don’t have any. She flew out the window the minute you stepped in this room.”

He rises to his feet and leans over, holding himself with his hands on the bed. “Is that right?” he asks and I nod. “I think I can make an exception this time. But I need something from you, first.”

“Anything,” I rush out. I’ll do a damn handstand while I sing Yankee Doodle if he just hurries.

He lifts off the bed and looks down at me. He steps backwards until his back hits the glass windows. If only the world below knew they were staring at the ass of a future Hall of Famer.

“Get up,” he commands and as if it has a mind all its own, my body obeys. “On your knees.” My quaking knees bend and my body lowers until I sit on my knees just feet away. “Now slowly crawl to me.”

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