Chapter 15
15
Anais
I tap at my phone hurriedly, trying to send a text before my uncle returns to the table. I almost make it, too, but jump when I hear the deep timber of his voice.
“Who’re you texting so sneakily over there?” Uncle Nix pulls out the chair from the table we sit at in the back of the restaurant he brought me to for lunch.
The Wranglers are in the Wild Card playoffs with hopes of winning and moving on to the next round, and hopefully end the season with their second World Series Championship. Uncle Nix’s schedule has been crazy as has mine with classes. So aside from a brief hello and good game and congrats after the games, I haven’t had much quality time with my favorite uncle.
So when he called me last night asking to take me to an early dinner, there wasn’t any way I was about to turn him down.
“Oh. Um. Just Keyara. We’re making plans for this weekend,” I lie through my teeth.
He plops down into his chair, his baseball cap pulled low, and rests his elbows on the table. “Oh yeah. What are you ladies up to? Not getting into trouble, I hope.”
I shrug and smirk at him. “Aw, you know. The usual. Hookin’ on the street corner for tuition money, then we’ll probably stay in our room doing intravenous drugs.”
He reaches across the table and pinches my nose. “You little turd. Now I’m going to have to install cameras and a security system in your room.”
“Welp. Good thing we’re staying at the crack house then, huh.” This time he wads up his napkin and tosses it at me, hitting me square between the eyes.
What do you expect from a top rated MLB pitcher?
“Peanut, I am so proud of you. You’ve become an amazing young woman, and you’re doing so well in your classes, and I’m just so damn lucky to get to call you my number one gal. Well, number one and a half because Viv would wear my nuts around her neck if she wasn’t sitting first.” I snort out a laugh because that is a cold, hard fact.
I don’t mind sitting number two to Vivian. She’s a badass and I hope to be half the boss bitch she is when I grow up. Status wise. Size wise I’ve already surpassed her.
“I’ve talked to your mom and after much convincing, she’s decided to let you have your car at school.”
My mom was incredibly worried about me bringing my vehicle with me to school. She was afraid that it would get stolen, or that I would get lost in this big city or worse, that I would get drunk and wreck it. I was devastated to have had to leave my little Maggie the Mini Cooper, but I wanted to be a good and obedient daughter, so I only sobbed until she said we’d talk about letting me have it after semester.
“Really? Oh my gosh! How is Maggie getting here? Do I need to fly out there and drive it home?” My heart was jumping with anticipation to see my little car.
“Well, that’s the other thing. I didn’t want you driving back here by yourself, and I have to be away for games and your mom is busy at work. So…” he reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a keyfob with a red bow tied to it.
He underhand tosses it at me and I barely snatch it out of the air before it slams into my face. I hold it out in my palm and look at the four interlocking circles on the fob and squeal.
“You got me an Audi?” I push back from my chair and jump up, leaping into my uncle’s arms. “How’d you get mom to agree to this? She threw a shit fit when you said you were going to buy my first car for me.”
He hugs me back in a tight embrace then kisses the top of my head. “Eh. I laid some younger brother guilt on her. I told her it hurt my feelings that she was denying me the opportunity to spoil my only niece when I had the means to do so.”
“You’re the best, Uncle Nix. Thank you.” I kiss his cheek and drop to my feet, wiggling around in a little happy dance.
“You’re welcome, Peanut. Anything for my number one and a half girl.” He winks with a laugh and wraps his arm around my neck. “C’mon. Let’s go and check out this car of yours. It’s waiting for you at school.”
I reach over and grab my purse that is hanging on the back of the chair and walk side by side with Phoenix out the door.
I text Keyara after I’ve had a thorough freakout over my new car.
Me: Biiiiitch! Get down here. NOW! Parking lot.
It only takes her a moment to respond.
Key: Do I need to bring rings?
Me: WTF?
Key: Are we fightin’ and if so, who’s the ho?
I snort a laugh and roll my eyes. She’s ridiculous and I love it.
Me: No one. I have a surprise.
I pocket my phone then lay my head on the car, spreading my arms wide. My eyes are closed and my smile is wide. I’m in love with my little A5. The blue exterior is eye-catching. Let’s just hope it doesn’t catch the eye of police officers should I be going a tad bit too fast.
I hear a clomping behind me and lift my head to see Keyara running over to where we stand, rubber boots on her feet.
“Why are you wearing those?” I ask her, staring at her bright red covered feet.
“I didn’t know what to expect, so I just grabbed these,” she says with a shrug.
“Did you think I was taking you fishing?” She smacks my arm. “Look what Uncle Nix bought me!”
She circles the car, inspecting with a close eye, and whistles. “Fancy wheels there, Nixy.”
Phoenix’s lip curls and he gives her a faux evil eye. Ever since Keyara found out that Vivian calls him Nixy, she refuses to call him anything else.
“Isn’t it beautiful? We’ll go for a ride after your last class. And after you change those ugly ass shoes. You can’t ride in my car with them.” She flips me the middle finger and continues to look at every detail of the car.
“I better get back to the stadium. I have to meet with my masseuse. I’ll text you before I leave tomorrow. Love you, Ana.” He reaches over and pulls me into a hug. “Proud of you. ”
I close my eyes, squeezing him back and a smile on my face. “Thanks, Uncle Nix. Love you, too.”
He kisses my head and releases me, turning around and marching straight for his truck.
“Love you, too, Nixy,” Keyara shouts, her hands cupped around her mouth.
Phoenix just shakes his head and proceeds to hop in his truck and drive away.
“This is fucking nice. Is it your birthday, or something?”
“No. He just said he wanted me to have it. He thought it would be better that I have a vehicle instead of taking Ubers or the shuttle. Guess he finally got my mom to agree.”
I unlock the doors so she can peek inside when I hear voices behind me.
“Who’d she sleep with to get that?” the first voice says.
“Probably the baseball team. She’s always at their parties and hanging out with them at lunch. She must be the season's catchers mitt.”
My back stiffens but I don’t immediately respond because there’s nothing to say that they’re talking about me.
“That guy that just left, he’s an MLB Pitcher. She’s in the big leagues. I doubt she has to fuck around with college guys.”
“What even is she? Is she black? Hispanic? Her name is like Mexican or something, but she doesn’t look like any Mexican I know.”
Now I know it’s me and I’m trying to keep myself calm, because I really don’t feel like getting in a fight. I’ll bring out the Slidell if I need to, but I’m having a really good hair day and I’d hate to ruin it.
“Those little bitches,” Keyara hisses, and stands up.
“I got this,” I tell her and make my approach. “Hi. It’s obvious you wanted me to hear your little discussion, so let me address things.” My tone is sugary sweet and the smile on my face says I’m harmless.
“First off, that MLB pitcher is my uncle, Phoenix West. You can look it up. You can call him. I’ll give you his number or his fiancées number. They’ll both verify. Two, the baseball team that I’m always ‘ hanging out with’ is coached by said uncle’s best friend. Coach Michaels has been incredibly nice and as a favor to my uncle, asked his guys to simply look out for me. Make sure no one fucks with me. Like you two.”
My finger wags between the two of them, and they stand with their arms crossed over the their chests with snooty looks on their faces.
“And finally, I’m Afro-Latina. That means I’m mixed race of African American and Latina. My dad is from Puerto Rico, and my mom is mixed. But all you need to remember is that I’m a person. And everything you just said is extremely rude and closed minded. I will also tell you that you know nothing about me and should watch your mouth before ever saying another word about me. I’m not above kicking a bitch’s ass. And trust me, I know how.
“So…there you go. The answers to all of your questions since you’re dying to know about me.” I click the button on my keyfob and the lights on my car blink, letting me know the lock is engaged. “Oh. I almost forgot. Eres un pinche cabrona, y tu madre es una putá. Adios.”
I grab Keyara’s hand and pull her away. We strut our way past them, me waving and Keyara flipping them off as we go.
Once we’re out of earshot, Keyara asks, “What did you say to them?”
“I said, you’re a fucking bitch and your mom is a whore.”
Keyara is silent for a moment before she bursts out laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Girl, you are savage.”
We laughed all the way to our room, talking about the look on their faces and the fact that they were probably trying to figure out how to spell the words I said in google translate.
“Ok. I gotta run. Let’s go to dinner when I’m back. You drive, I’ll buy.” Keyara picks up her backpack and kicks off her rain boots, exchanging them for sandals.
“Deal. See you later.” We blow each other kisses and she’s out the door in seconds.
I undo the buckles on my wedges and flop back onto the bed, smiling over the day’s events. I decide I need to share the news with more people and pull out my phone.
Me: Soooo, my uncle just gave me a little gift. I’d love to show you if you’re home.
I hold the phone and stare at the screen waiting for an answer. After a few minutes pass with no response, I decide to change out of my cute lunch outfit and into something perfect for pizza with my girl.
I slide out of my skirt and top and hang them up in my small closet. I flip through my clothes, standing only in my lavender bra and panties –the ones I bought when I went shopping with Keyara– trying to decide what I should wear, when my phone pings I practically hurdle the end of my bed to get it.
B:Does this surprise have anything to do with four tires and a horn?
I smile wide at the screen.
Me: You knew?
B:Who do you think helped him get a deal? It was my contact at Audi. Otherwise you might’ve ended up with a minivan.
My nose scrunches upon reading that.
Me: A minivan?
B: Yeah, because no guy would want to talk to you in a minivan. Skewed thinking since I had to remind him that a minivan gives you lots of space to lay down.
Me: Well thank you for saving me from the fate of lonely minivan driver.
A saucy idea comes to me, and I stand from my bed and walk over to the full length mirror hanging on our door. I fluff up my hair a little, and find the perfect pose. I first try just a basic standing straight, but it’s too boring. Then I cock my hip and prop my hand on it but that’s overused. After a few more tries, I finally decide to pop out one hip and hang an arm over my head, putting my breasts on full display and a hint of ass.
I hold the camera over my face and snap photos until the lighting and pose are just right. I quickly send it and bite my lip, waiting for his response.
Me: image
I get nervous thinking that I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he’ll see it as childish. Do women his age send naughty selfies? I’ve never done this before so I don’t even know that I did it right.
My screen flashes with an incoming FaceTime from Bishop and sprint to my bed and position my pillows so that I’m sitting back.
I tap the green button and his face fills the screen. “Hey,” I breathe out.
“Fuck, Anais. I’m in my office and I had to get up and close the door so one of my coaches didn’t walk in and see me sporting a chub.” His eyes are dark and intense, and I fully believe that if he were here right now he would ravage me in a way I never thought possible.
“Oh yeah? Care to show me?” My nipples turn rock hard and I feel a tingle between my legs.
“I think that could be dangerous. Maybe I better stay buttoned up.”
I knit by brows. “Dangerous? How?”
I see him stand from his chair and move about his office. The soft snick of a lock clicking into place sounds, then he’s taking a seat back in his chair
“Dangerous because if I show you my dick right now, I’m going to want to fuck you. And since I can’t do that, I’ll end up with my dick in my fist, and that’s pretty inappropriate for a work day.”
I think about whether or not I locked my bedroom door and remember doing so right after Keyara left.
“And what’s wrong with that?” I steady the phone in my hand and slowly pull down one strap of my bra, letting it hang off my shoulder.
“Anais. What are you doing?” he asks.
“Just getting comfortable.” My voice teases as I drop the strap on the other side.
I spot my small monogrammed pillow in the corner of my bed, and lean over to get it. I know my boobs are magnified on the screen, and I get giddy thinking about what his face looks like.
I adjust the pillow and set the phone against it, checking the distance to make sure that most of my body can be seen.
“That’s better,” I say with a sigh.
“How is that better, and what is it better for?”
“It’s better for me to do this.” I reach around my back and unclasp my bra.
It slides down my arms and I toss it aside. I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat. Next, I carefully wiggle my hips and guide my lace panties over my butt, thighs, and down my legs until they hang from my toes. I kick my leg, sending them lofting through the air. When I sit back against the pillows, my knees are pressed tightly together, hiding my wet pussy from his view.
“You’re trying to kill me?” he chokes out.
“No. Just trying to make you feel good. Since I can’t do it in person, I figured this is the next best thing.” I drop my knees open, letting them hang open, and giving him the perfect view of where I wish he was right now.
I stick two fingers in my mouth, soaking them with saliva, and slowly slide them down my body. I spread my lips wide, then begin rubbing up and down my seam. I flick my clit and feel the spark rush through my veins. I moan and let my head fall back.
“Anais. Look at me,” he demands.
I lift my head and stare straight into his eyes, waiting to see what he’ll say next .
“Seems like you wanna play games. Then let’s play.” This time I’m the one swallowing down my nerves. “Put two fingers into that wet pussy of yours.”
I circle my opening a couple of times, then plunge two fingers deep inside. I slide them in and out then still when he says, “Enough.”
My eyes pop open and he growls. “Taste them. Tell me what you taste like? I need to know.”
I pull my fingers out, hooking them as I do and gathering up all the dampness. I show him just how wet I am, then slowly lick my fingers. I lick up one side then part them, darting my tongue between them.
“How does it taste?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.
“Musky and a little sweet. You should come try it for yourself,” I tease.
“I can’t. This is already too far.” My face falls when he says that, making me believe that this is all it will ever be. “Rub those wet fingers over your nipples.”
I do just as he’s instructed and watch the camera shake as he fidgets in his seat. When the phone finally stills, I see the camera flip. The next thing I see is his impossibly big and hard cock, his hand sliding up and down.
“Look what you’ve done, Ms. De La Cruz. We’re going to need to do something about it.”
“Yes Coach Michaels. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck your hand, you naughty girl. Let me see those fingers slide in and out of that tight little cunt.”
The words don’t even finish spilling from his mouth before I’m doing just that. I lean back on my hand then use the other to pump in and out of me, my palm pressing against my clit. As badly as I want to close my eyes and get lost in the feel, they stay glued to my screen as he jacks himself harder and faster.
“God I want to fuck you so bad. Feel how tight you are.” His groans spur on my moans and have me moving deeper.
I need more so I take a third finger and insert it. I’m tight and it stretches me wide.
“Then fuck me, Bishop. You can have me.” My body tingles as I draw closer to release.
“I can’t have you, butterfly. You’re not mine to keep and that’s exactly what I’d want to do.” I can hear his shallow breaths.
“I am yours. I’ve already given myself to you. Please. I only want to be yours.” My palm rubs harder and I go faster. “Oh my god. I’m going to come. Are you close?”
“Yes,” he pants.
“Watch me. Watch me come on my hand for you,” I tell him as I feel my heart speed up and the buzz in my body reaching a crescendo.
My breath is stolen from my lungs for just a second before I hear the rush of my blood whooshing in my ears.
“Oh my god, oh my GAH! So good,” I cry and then my body stills, the weightless sensation taking over.
My body grows slack and I feel boneless as I sag against the mattress. A loud grunt pulls my attention back to my phone and I open them just in time to see cum spurting from his engorged head.
“Fuck. Anais. Jesus,” he says, over and over.
The cum rushes over his fist and begins dripping down his hand. The sight has my pussy buzzing all over again.
“If I was there I’d lick your cock dry, Bishop. Can I do that, please?” I beg.
The camera spins around and I’m staring at the ceiling fan as it whirs. When I see him again, his shirt is off and he’s breathing rapidly.
“Bad girl, my little butterfly. Now I need a new shirt.” The smile on his face is lazy and his eyes look glossed over, almost as if he’s high except I know he’s not.
“Want me to come over and help you clean up?”
His head shakes from side to side. “No, Anais. That’s not a good idea. Even this is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself. I think it’s best if we don’t see one another in person.”
“Why? I don’t understand. Don’t you want me?”
His chair creaks as he adjusts himself and leans forward .
“Of course I want you. That’s the problem. If you come anywhere near me, I won’t be able to stop myself. And that just can’t happen.”
I reach behind me and start yanking the covers down until I can maneuver underneath them, not wanting him to see my body when I’m feeling so vulnerable.
“I don’t want you to stop yourself. I want to be with you, Bishop. I’ve told you that.”
“And I’ve told you that can’t happen. We should stop this all together. It’s only confusing things, so it’s best if we only talk when everyone is around.” His voice changes from sated to annoyed in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck you, Bishop. You can’t just use me up then toss me aside. You’re an asshole,” I shout then kick my foot, launching my phone into the air and hear it land with a crack.
I flop back against my bed and begin to cry. I’m not going to be his toy that he plays with, only to be thrown away when he gets bored. My eyes grow heavy and I curl up, thoughts of Bishop and I together the last thing I remember.