Page 82 of West Bound

She hisses when I swipe that cum leaking from her and push it back inside her, where it belongs. I kiss her head as she hangs almost lifeless in my arms. Like a sexy ragdoll.

“I’ll never get tired of fucking you, Vivian. Never.” My fingers trail up and down her arm and she shivers. “Let’s get you in a tub to soak.”

“Y-yes,” her breathy voice says.

I cradle her in my arms and she weakly throws hers around me. Nuzzling into her neck I whisper in her ear, “I’m falling hard, Peaches. Say you’ll be there when I land.”

Her eyes blink open and she slowly cups my face. “I’m already there.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

VIVIAN

Phoenix and I fell into a pattern over the next two weeks and the routine of it made me…surprisingly not freak out. If you would’ve told me three months ago that I’d be in a relationship with the boy who destroyed my poor little virgin heart, I’d have twisted your titty and smacked you across the face.

Even my friends have already shipped us. “You and Nix meeting us after the game?” or “Do you and Nix want to come to the ranch and barbecue tonight?” and “Are you sad that Nix is out of town and you won’t see him for two more days?” And the answer to all of those questions my friends is yes.

Yes we met them after the game. Yes we had a BBQ at the ranch. And yes, I missed him more than I should have for someone who was literally in my bed just hours ago.

So when my phone beeped with an incoming text, I practically hurdled over my chair to get to my phone that was sitting next to my keyboard.

Phoenix: Hey Peaches. Just landed. Already missing you. Send me a pic to help me get through the day. And make it sexy.

A smile claims proprietorship over my face and I flit my eyes around the news desks to see if anyone is watching. I don’t usually smile and giggle when I get a text or phone call, and fucking Dan would be all over me if he saw me right now.

Me: Glad you’re back on solid ground. If you want a pic, you know it’s one for one. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

I bite my lip, pocket my phone and make a retreat for the ladies room. If I go to one of the upper level restrooms, I can avoid running into all of the interns and lowly staff. Typically the executive floors are quieter, so I’ll just sneak up, take a few pics, then stop and say hello to Harv like I was there for purposes other than sending my boyfriend naughty pics.

Boyfriend. Jesus. I’m still having a hard time saying that. Is it weird that I’m almost thirty one years old and Phoenix is my first boyfriend? I mean, there have been guys I’ve seen more than twice, but never for things like lunch or dinner or just midday texts.

So weird.

Deciding it’s best to see as few people as possible, I use the stairwell and sprint up the stairs to the next floor. When it reach the door, I open it slowly and peek out. Seeing no one around, I make fast for the ladies’ room and lock myself in a stall in the empty bathroom.

I should’ve worn a dress today because it would make undressing a lot easier and a lot less awkward should someone walk in. But, I’ll make do.

Something told me this morning to slip on some sexy panties and bra when I was getting dressed. Maybe Phoenix had a tape of subliminal messages playing while we slept, but when I got out of the shower, I slipped on a black lace bra with demi cups that had boning, making them look like seashells. It’s sheer, so my pink nipples can be seen through the fabric and they hardened when the cold refrigerated air hits them. My panties are the same sheer, black and lacey that the bra is, and the dark fabric pops off my pale skin.

I leave my red heels on because…c’mon. Black lace and red stilettos? Every man’s teenage fantasy.

I prop my phone on the small shelf that sits on one side of the stall and set the timer. I fluff my hair, pose my heart out and snap away.

Foot on the toilet. Hands over my center. Hands propping up my small boobs. A finger in the mouth. Looking over my shoulder. Fuck, I do an entire boudoir spread. When I feel I have enough pics, I quickly dress and grab my phone. When I exit the stall, I’m happy to see that it’s still empty.

I run through the photos and pick three that are perfect and fire them off.

Me: Tag. You’re it.

I stick my phone back in my pocket and walk over to visit Harv. When I get to his office he’s on the phone, yelling at some poor sap, but he motions me to come in and sit.

“Well I saw the entire interview and it was complete horse shit. There’s nothing usable…well figure it the fuck out and have it to me by end of day.” He slams the phone down and takes a deep breath in and out.

“A newbie?” I ask.

He nods and reaches inside his desk, pulling out his candy bowl and setting it in front of me. “Of course, who else? It’s the new correspondent for the ten o’clock segment. Poor thing is as useless as tits on a boar.”

I snort and grab a handful of candy. I’ve heard that phrase from him more than I can even count over the years. I’m sure he used it for me at some point, but being awesome means I moved through that phase quickly.

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