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“That was Parker?” Crew asked as he walked toward me.
“Yeah.” I set my phone down. “Someone got a photo of you walking into the hospital and he’s been fielding calls wondering if you were injured.”
He winced. “I didn’t even think about that.”
I pulled him closer to me. “It’s fine. I explained what was going on.”
He draped the towel over his shoulders. “What’d he say?”
“Just that he’s thinking of you, and if we need anything, he’s there for us.”
He nodded, then stepped between my knees and leaned down until our foreheads touched. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being here. For taking care of Grady. For talking to Skip. And for making things a little easier for me.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist. Debra could think whatever she wanted. To her, maybe I wasn’t the right person to help Crew through this. Maybe I wasn’t the person she imagined taking care of her grandson. But as far as I was concerned, the only opinions that mattered were those of the two other people in this condo and Mallory.
This was my family, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
6
CREW
I hadn’t slept a wink.I had closed my eyes a few times, but I felt as though all I’d done was stare up at the dark ceiling all night. Knox’s arm stayed around me for most of the night, and I remained frozen under it as my mind continually looped the same images and thoughts: Mallory’s face. The ventilator. The what-ifs.
I shifted slightly, and Knox moved closer behind me. He kissed my bare shoulder, and I let out a small, relaxed exhale. His hand slipped inside the waistband of my boxers, and a second later he fisted my cock.
I blew out a breath as he slowly rubbed, my dick hardening under his touch. His lips brushed along my neck, lingering near my jaw, and I knew where things were going.
I didn’t stop him.
Every stroke was slow and controlled, and I could feel him hard behind me, but he didn’t chase his own release. He seemed to know this wasn’t about him, that I needed to fall apart first. It was clear to him that I needed to forget about everything exceptwhat was happening in this room, even if it was only for a small amount of time.
The pressure built gradually, and soon my hips started to move on their own. I groaned and pushed back into him, rubbing my ass against his length. He kissed the edge of my jaw and then let go of me. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already sliding down the bed, dragging the covers with him. In an instant, my boxers were around my ankles, and his mouth was wrapped around the head of my cock as he sucked me deep.
I swallowed hard, my back lifting off the mattress. My thighs trembled. My breath hitched. He moved like he wasn’t in a rush, like he could stay down there forever, like making me fall apart in his mouth was the only way to keep me from breaking down in tears.
He pulled back until only my crown rested on his tongue, then traced the underside before sinking down again. He didn’t stop until I hit the back of his throat. I clutched the sheets, staring at the ceiling as heat built low in my gut. There was no teasing. No hesitation. Just focused, unrelenting hunger that made every part of me tighten. His hand slipped beneath me to cradle my balls, and he worked me with just enough pressure to make my stomach clench and my hips shift forward.
He let me move, his throat flexing each time I pushed a little deeper. Spit coated my shaft as he pulled off with a soft pop, then sealed his lips around me again like he couldn’t stay away. A groan tore from my chest. I rocked forward, needing more. My abs tightened. My dick pulsed. My whole body buzzed under the weight of everything building.
Then he moaned. The sound was rough and low, and it hit me hard, shooting straight through my spine.
I lost it.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
My body locked up as my release tore through me, each pulse spilling deep into his throat. He swallowed all of it, then licked me clean and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him up to me. His mouth crashed into mine, his lips slick with spit and cum. I kissed him hard, bit his bottom lip, and shoved my hand into his underwear.
My fingers wrapped around his hard length, and I yanked the waistband down just enough to free him. His cock hung heavy between us, dragging across my stomach, already leaking with pre-cum.
My mouth fucking watered.
We kicked our boxers off between kisses. He reached for the nightstand, yanked the drawer open, and passed me the lube without a word.
