Page 69 of Knox
By the time we arrived at the hotel, I still hadn’t heard from him.
As the team gathered in the lobby, my attention was drawn toward the corner. My breath hitched when I caught a glimpse of a man dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans with a baseball hat pulled so low you could hardly see his eyes. He may have been trying to go incognito, but I would recognize him anywhere.
He smiled wide when I approached. “Surprise.”
“This feels vaguely familiar,” I mused, thinking back to him surprising me at the hotel after the ESPYs a year prior.
Crew stood. “Yeah, but this time we won’t have the awkward moment after sex before going our separate ways.”
“Oh, I see the real reason you came to see me.”
“You complaining?”
“Fuck no.” I laced my fingers with his and pulled him toward the elevator.
“Looks like Singleton’s about to get laid,” Ramos teased from behind us.
I looked over my shoulder. “Don’t be jealous just because your usual cleat chasers aren’t around.”
Pearson grinned. “We already have plans to meet up with a couple once we drop off our shit in our rooms.”
As if Ramos on his own wasn’t already a lot to handle, it seemed that he and Pearson had struck up a friendship, and not a night went by when they weren’t acting as each other’s wingmen.
The elevator was packed as Crew and I made our way up to the sixth floor. Once we were in my room, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pressed him against the wall, bracing one hand beside his head, the other cupping the side of his face as I kissed him.
When we finally pulled apart, I kept my forehead resting against his. “So I’m guessing this little surprise of yours is the reason my call went straight to voicemail?”
“Yeah. I got your text right after I got here, but I didn’t want to call you back and risk ruining the surprise.” He leaned in again. His kiss was messy—all tongue licking and teeth nipping—but I couldn’t get enough. I lifted his shirt over his head, and he yanked mine off with a growl. The next second, he was grinding against me with our jeans separating me from what I really wanted.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I said as he nibbled along my jaw.
He spun me around and pressed me face-first into the wall. I braced myself with one hand while I worked the button of my fly with the other. He helped by shoving the denim past my thighs, then I heard him unzip his pants next.
“Been thinking about this since I left Portland,” he said, lips pressed to my ear.
“Then what are you waiting for? I’m all yours.”
He growled, then I saw him pick up his jeans before I heard the tell-tale click of the cap on a bottle of lube.
“Where the hell did that come from?” I asked.
“You think I would have traveled over 2,000 miles to see you and not be prepared?”
“Good point.”
A second later, I felt cool liquid dripping down the crack of my ass, followed by the fingers of his non-injured hand rubbing it over me. He worked me open fast but gentle, like he wanted to hurry but also didn’t want to hurt me. But he didn’t need to be so careful.
“Need you now,” I panted.
“You’ve got me,” he breathed. “Always.”
He lined up behind me and pushed in with one smooth motion until he was buried to the hilt. My forehead rested against the wall as I slowly adjusted to his size.
“You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, you can move now.”
Once he was convinced I could handle it, he wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my chest and pounded into me.
