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Knox looked down. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
He shifted back, and I slicked myself up. Then, he straddled my hips and held onto my shoulders while I lined up and pushed in slowly until I was buried deep. I held still, just feeling him, to give him a second before we moved again.
I thrust up into him as the couch creaked under us. Knox’s skin glowed gold from the flickering candles and we locked eyes as he rode me.
“You’re everything to me, baby,” I told him.
He dropped his forehead to mine, his breath ragged.
“You feel so good,” I murmured. “I love you, Knox. I love you so much. I know we’ve still got home games and another road trip coming before I return, but, fuck, I’m glad you’re home.”
His breath shook as he leaned back just enough to look at me. “I love you too,” he whispered.
As he moved up and down my length, I wrapped my injured hand around his dick and stroked him the best I could, watching his face, his mouth, the way he came apart for me.
He came hard, his jaw clenched and head thrown back. I followed with a groan against his throat, and my cock pulsing deep inside him.
He winced slightly as he lifted off me, and I reached for the tissues on the side table. We cleaned up as best we could, wiping away the worst of it, then I pulled him back into my lap with a blanket wrapped around us.
He brushed his fingers through my hair. I ran mine down his spine.
Neither of us moved.
We didn’t need to.
But after a few minutes, I felt Knox shift.
“You okay?”
He hesitated. “Yeah. I guess I’ve just been feeling something I haven’t said.”
“Talk to me.”
He was quiet for a second. “I know you love me. I really do. But sometimes I feel like I’m just tagging along. Like you and Grady—and even you and Mallory—have your world set. And I’m lucky to be invited in, but I don’t always feel like I’m really part of it.”
I slid my hand into his hair and made him look at me. “You’re not tagging along. You’re not on the outside. You’re mine. My person, Knox. The one I want beside me every damn day.”
His eyes searched mine.
“I want this,” I told him. “I want you. I want to do life with you. Raise Grady with you. Figure out what the hell the next ten years look likewith you.”
His breath caught as if he weren’t sure he was hearing me right.
“You belong here. With me. With Grady. With all of it.”
Knox didn’t say anything for a second. Then he leaned in and kissed me like he believed me.
And that was all I needed.
26
Knox
I wasn’tsure if it was the way Crew had kissed me the night before, the way he’d held me in his lap like he never wanted to let me go, or the things he’d said, but for the first time in a while, I woke up feeling as though I could breathe again.
He slept beside me, tangled in the sheets, his hair sticking up in different directions. According to Reynolds, he’d likely be out until after the All-Star break, which meant another road trip without him. Still, if I believed Crew’s words, then I had to trust we’d be okay.
For now, the Seawolves had a homestand. Nearly a whole week in Portland, and I planned to make the most of it. I reached out and brushed my thumb over his cheek. He stirred and squinted against the sunlight streaming in through the crack in the blinds.
