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When he stands, I manage to crack one eye open and my mouth waters as I see his cock jutting out from the top of his pajama pants.

“Since I made that, does that mean that I get to take care of it?” I ask and I wonder when I became this bold person.

“Fuck, Phoenix. If you keep looking at me like that for one more second, you’re going to have taken care of it,” he groans and I smile.

I love how turned on I make him just by being me. He loves my curves and body; doesn’t even seem to notice the stretch marks and I love it. I love how beautiful he makes me feel.

“I think I can do better than that,” I whisper as I sit up on the side of the bed and reach for his pajama pants.

A wave of dizziness hits me and I take a moment to take a deep breath before I reach for his cock. It’s at eye level, the tip red with a clear drop of precum forming there and my mouth waters.

And then it keeps watering.

Without a word, I bolt for the ensuite bathroom and slam the door behind me. I just barely make it to the toilet before I start throwing up. I groan as I hear the door open behind me and then Jameson is there, pulling my hair back and rubbing my back.

“Sorry,” I manage to croak out but he just shushes me.

“I’ll go get some Gatorade,” he says when I flush the toilet and I can only nod.

I let him help me to bed and watch as he grabs me a clean sleep shirt from my dresser. He helps me get dressed and I don’t know if I should laugh or cry at the change in plans tonight.

“Sorry about…” I start, nodding to his dick.

“Phoenix, you’re sick. You have nothing to apologize for. I wasn’t expecting anything.”

I smile slightly, my eyes feeling heavy now. I feel Jameson kiss my forehead and tell me that he’ll be back soon, but then sleep claims me and I’m out.

SEVEN

Jameson

I barely madeit through my warm-up run this morning. My eyes are so heavy from barely getting any sleep last night and I’m starting to wonder if I should just call it a day and go home to get some rest.

I head over to the free weights, determined to get at least some part of a workout in. My next fight isn’t for another two months, so I have time to really hit training hard.

“How are things going at home?” Finn asks me as we lift weights together.

I grunt, lifting the weights up in a bicep curl. I debate if I should tell him about last night. One part of me thinks that it’s a bad idea and that I will never hear the end of it, but the other part of me wants some advice on what to do with Phoenix now that I’ve told her how I feel about her.

“I kissed Phoenix last night.”

Finn almost drops his weights and I instantly regret opening up to him.

“Yeah? How did that go?” he asks after a minute.

“She threw up,” I tell him and I watch as his shoulders shake with a silent laugh.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t tell Niall that part,” Finn advises and I huff out a laugh.

“Yeah, I know. I’m not an idiot,” I grumble and he grins.

“Are you that bad at it then? Need some pointers?”

“No, moron. She has the flu.”

“Sure, she does,” he says quietly.

“She does. I was up with her half of the night.”

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