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His eyes met mine. “Been ready since we left the stadium.”
I squeezed a bit more lube into my palm and stroked my shaft a few times. Then with one hand braced beside his head, and the other guiding me to his entrance, I slowly pushed in.
He gasped and his eyes fluttered closed again.
“Look at me,” I said, and he did immediately. I moved my hand from my dick to the mattress on the other side of his head, leaning over him fully. Close enough to feel his breath against my mouth. Close enough to kiss.
Capturing his lips with mine, he opened for me, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made my entire body tighten. I started to rock my hips in shallow thrusts as we continued to kiss.
His hands roamed over my shoulders then curved around my neck at the same time he wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me in closer until there wasn’t any space between us. Something felt different about our position. Being able to watch every reaction, hear every breath, and feel every tremble made it all the more intimate.
As I pumped into him, he moved with me, his eyes never leaving mine. I cupped his jaw and kissed him again, showinghim just how much I loved him. Proving there was nowhere else I wanted to be than right there with him.
I reached between us and fisted his shaft, stroking him in time with my thrusts. It didn’t take long for his breath to quicken, and I knew he was close.
“I want you to come with me,” I murmured against his throat before sucking the sensitive skin there.
His fingers dug into my back. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.”
I shifted a little, grinding deeper as I stroked him faster. His mouth found mine again, but it was messy and desperate as we both chased our release.
“Fuck, Crew!” I gasped, my rhythm faltering, as my balls tightened with my impending orgasm.
His whole body arched, and his legs squeezed my waist as he exploded all over my hand and his stomach. I drove in deeper, buried to the hilt, and came with a growl a second later.
When we both stopped shaking, I pulled out and flopped onto my back beside him.
He turned his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Glad you went with the happy ending massage.”
I let out a tired chuckle. “Apparently it’s my specialty but only reserved for you.”
He kissed me once more. “Damn right it is.”
14
CREW
Knox stretchedout on the couch beside me, his hair still damp from the shower we’d taken after messing around. I hadn’t bothered with much more than a pair of sweats and a clean tee. My shoulders felt better than they had all week, the last of that stubborn pull finally gone. Whether it was from his massage, the sex, or the hot shower, I wasn’t sure. Hell, it might have been all three things.
I picked up my phone from the coffee table and checked the time. It was around six in Portland, so Grady was probably done with dinner by now, either still at the table or already tearing through the living room, keeping Archer, Mallory, and even Debra on their toes.
The video call rang twice before Mallory picked up. She sat at the dining table with her hair twisted up into a messy bun. She looked tired, but healthier than weeks ago. No trace of the bruises that used to mark her face showed, and the cast on her arm was gone. Archer was in the background at the kitchen counter, drying dishes with his head bent.
“Hi!” Mallory answered.
“Hey,” I greeted.
She smiled and leaned over so Grady was on the screen too. “We just finished up dinner, and Grady tried to talk me into a giant bowl of ice cream, but I only gave him one scoop.”
“Daddy, it was so tiny,” my son whined.
“One’s plenty, bud,” I told him, fighting a grin. “Gotta save the big bowls for when I’m home.”
“That’s gonna be forever.” His shoulders slumped, but before I could tell him there were only a few more weeks left of spring training, he asked, “Is Knox there with you?”
“Right here, G.” My boyfriend bent over so Grady could see him.
