Page 64 of Knox
He dropped the bag, locked the door behind him, and glanced at the candles. His mouth tugged up.“You lit candles for me?”
I shrugged, trying not to look like I’d thought too hard about it, and shut off the TV. “Yeah.”
“That’s really fucking sweet.”
I sat up as he crossed the room and climbed right onto my lap, straddling me and sliding his hands into my hair before kissing me. I gripped his waist to tug him in closer, feeling the press of his chest, the warmth I hadn’t had in days.
“I missed you,” I said against his lips.I’d spent every spare minute with my son, but I still missed Knox like crazy. We’d been inseparable for almost a year, and him being on the roadwhile I was home felt odd, even though I’d tried to act as though it hadn’t been bothering me.
He pulled back and cupped my jaw. “You lit candles just to say that?”
“Kinda. I figured candles might say it better than I could.”
His smile faltered a little, revealing something softer underneath it. “You’re such a sap.”
“You fucking love it.”
He kissed me again, deeper this time, desperate. I leaned back against the couch, tugging him with me, letting him take what he needed. His hips moved against mine, slow at first, but I could feel he was already hard.
“Grady?” he asked, breaking our mouths apart.
“Mallory’s.”
He nodded and then sat back just enough to tug his shirt over his head, and I helped him take off mine. I slid my hands down his chest and watched him shiver when my palms hit bare skin. The wrap on my right hand caught slightly against his stomach. He stilled, his eyes flicking down, then back up to mine.
“How’s your hand?”
“Getting better, and it doesn’t hurt.”
“That’s good.”
It also meant I was closer to returning. Even though I had been put on the ten-day IL, I’d been out longer because the ten-day IL was a minimum and I hadn’t been cleared to return yet. The good thing was the front office wasn’t sending me to Triple A for a rehab assignment. There was talk that I might have to go down for one game, but they didn’t want to send me for a long period because they needed me behind the plate.
Knox rocked against me, grinding down until I cursed under my breath. I pushed my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats and shoved them down as far as I could with him still ontop of me. He kicked them off the rest of the way, then tugged at mine.
I reached for the lube we kept in the drawer beside the couch, popped the cap one-handed and slicked my fingers before sliding them between his cheeks. He was already breathing harder by the time I pressed a digit in. I worked him open slowly, watching his face the whole time, letting him adjust before adding another.
“Fuck, Crew.”
His cock was hard, and I stroked it with my bandaged hand, careful and loose, while I used my other to continue to pump into his ass. His thighs trembled.
I tapped his thigh. “Up. Straddle my face.”
His eyes went wide, but then he hurried to brace on the back of the couch while he swung a leg over and angled his dick toward my hungry mouth. I held onto his sides to keep him steady and licked a slow stripe along the underside of his shaft. He groaned.
“I’ve missed the taste of you,” I said.
“And I’ve missed your tongue. My hand doesn’t even compare.”
“Yeah? You jerked off while you were away?”
“Every night, but less talking and more using that mouth to blow me.”
I kept working him open while I sucked him down. His length glided past my lips as my tongue curled under it. He started rolling his hips, fucking my face. I hummed around him as I slid a second finger into his hole, then a third. He gasped as his knees dug into the cushions and he held onto the back of the couch with one hand.
I held him there until he fell apart. Then, I popped my mouth off with a wet drag and looked up at him.
“You ready?”
