Page 16 of Knox (Comeback Duet #2)

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Every year, I looked forward to the start of the season, but this year was a little bittersweet.

Instead of opening at home, we were on the road in Raleigh, playing a three-game series against the Crushers before we headed back to Portland for our home opener.

Originally, I’d hoped Grady and Mallory would fly to North Carolina to attend the game, but Mallory needed a cane to walk, and the cross-country trip would be too much for her.

Even with Archer helping. So, we all decided to wait and they would attend our first game in our stadium.

We planned for them to come to every home game because my son didn’t want to miss seeing me play, and I didn’t want him to either.

But the start of the season was different from my previous years.

I’d usually wake alone in my bed or hotel room, have breakfast, and then head to the field.

This year, I woke to Knox sprawled on his stomach next to me, arms under the pillow, the sheet sliding down his backside to show off his smooth skin that led to his perfect naked ass.

He must’ve felt me staring because he cracked one eye open and looked right at me. “Morning.” He grinned.

“Morning.” I rolled to face him.

He moved closer and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, his leg sliding over my bare hip. “Why are you awake?”

“Can’t sleep, I guess.”

He pulled back slightly. “Turn over.”

I gave him a look. “What for?”

“So I can work on that knot between your shoulders before today’s game.”

For weeks, I’d been having upper-body tightness. Trainers were working with me, and so was my man. Having an in-house masseuse was another perk to not sleeping alone that I truly enjoyed.

I turned onto my stomach in the middle of the bed. Knox pushed the sheet off my body and straddled my hips. I could feel his cock against my ass but didn’t say anything as his hands started to caress my shoulders, his thumbs digging in where I was sore.

“Fuck. Right there,” I gasped as he dug deeper.

“I can feel it.”

He pressed harder as his hands worked down my back. He moved over every muscle, searching for all the knots. When he found one, he rubbed deeper until I grunted.

“Still bad?”

“Could be worse.”

“You’re tight all over.”

“It’s all part of the job.”

He leaned down, his erection resting in the seam of my ass. “Yeah, but I bet your dick is as hard as mine and that’s not part of the job.”

“Shut up. It’s because it’s rubbing against my ass.”

He smirked against my skin. He didn’t need to see that he was correct because whenever his hands were on me, I was usually stiff. Plus, it was true that his erection was sliding against my butt and it was my body’s reaction. I couldn’t help it.

“How can I not be when we’re both naked and I’m so close to slipping into your tight hole?”

The thought had me shifting, and I rolled partway onto my side to give him a better angle on the spot I wanted him to rub now. He didn’t hesitate as his hand wrapped around my shaft and gave it a few jerks.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, pushing into his grip.

“Now this is a full body massage, and one I could give you all day.” He stroked me slowly, his thumb dragging over the tip to spread pre-cum down the length.

I huffed out a low laugh. “Skip wouldn’t like us missing the game.”

“Parker would flip. Or hell, maybe he’d drag Matthewson in. Have their husbands fucking them right next to us.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, but my dick twitched in his hand as I pictured what he was describing.

“You like imagining Parker getting his dick sucked right next to you with Matthewson bending over for Gage while I’m balls-deep in you?”

I growled at the image in my mind of all of us sweating and naked. The sounds we would make in the small room. The smell of lube and cum. Rockland’s mouth stretched around Parker’s shaft while Matthewson begged his husband to fuck him harder. Knox driving into me through it all.

“Yeah, you like thinking about all of them?” he probed.

I groaned, pushing back into his grip. My breath went rough as Knox’s cock pressed harder against my ass.

“You want it that bad?” he asked. “Want me to fuck you like we’ve got an audience?”

“Yes,” I panted.

He let go of my dick just long enough to reach for the lube still sitting on the table from the night before. I got onto all fours, then his slick digits were pushing into me. I rocked back into his hand.

“Just like that, baby,” he rasped and reached around to stroke me at the same time as his fingers worked my hole. “Get yourself ready for me.”

Grinding against his fingers as he twisted them, I let out a low whimper and pushed deeper.

“That’s it. Keep moving like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

I moaned low, rocked back harder, and felt him screw deeper inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said. “Gripping me like you don’t want to let go.”

I couldn’t help but clench around him again.

“I’m gonna stretch you open so good they’ll wonder why you’re moving slow behind the plate.”

“Knox …”

“I know. You’re close. Could make you come just like this, though.”

I sucked in air, my hips working back on his hand, chasing more.

“Bet you’d let me. But that’s not what you want, is it?”

I shook my head. “No. Fuck me already.”

He pulled his fingers free, grabbed more lube to coat his hand, and then he stroked himself a few times. Getting between my parted legs, he lined up behind me. The first push had me fisting the sheets until he was buried all the way, both of us groaning as he filled me.

I braced on my forearm, spread my legs more so he could go deeper. “Harder.”

“I’ve got you.”

He pulled back and slammed in again. My mouth dropped open on a sharp gasp. He did it again, hips snapping forward, driving me up the bed. His hand slid around, wrapped back around my cock, and squeezed just enough to make my hips jerk.

“Can’t believe how fucking good you feel. I could fuck you all day and I bet you’d come again just from me filling you up.”

“Not going to last if you keep talking like that.”

“That’s the point. I want you to remember me fucking you every time you squat behind the plate.”

I let out a broken noise as I pushed back into him. He huffed, his hand stroking me in time with his thrusts, hips pounding into me harder, deeper.

“Fuck, look at you. Taking it so good. Bet Parker and Matthewson would watch. Bet they’d be right next to us, moaning while I fuck you.”

“Don’t stop,” I ordered.

“Not gonna.”

He rammed into me over and over, his cock hitting the spot that made me lose my fucking mind.

“Are you ready to come for me? Spill into my hand so I can lick it all up?”

My back tightened, everything inside me winding so sharply I was ready to explode.

I rocked back into every thrust, chasing it hard.

It snapped all at once. I came with a rough curse, body shaking, spilling over his fist. Knox didn’t slow down, he fucked me right through my release until he let out a wrecked growl, slammed in deep, and went still.

For a second, neither of us moved. His hand stayed on my cock, his other arm locked tight around my waist. He pressed his mouth to my shoulder.

“That’s what you needed?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now let’s go win today.”

He pulled out and sat back on his heels. As I turned, I watched him lick all of my cum from his hand and then during our shower, I got to taste him too.

I was lacing up my cleats when Knox dropped into the chair next to me.

He didn’t look at me right away, just smirked like he had something good to say.

My gut pulled tight at what was going to come out of his mouth.

It didn’t help that I had to shift in my seat and felt every inch he’d put in me that morning like he promised.

A few moments later, Parker stepped in with Matthewson beside him. Both of them had game faces on.

“All right, boys,” Parker said. “It’s opening day. Let’s set the tone. Work good counts, stay patient, don’t let ‘em take you out of your approach.”

Matthewson crossed his arms. “And don’t get jumpy. Opening day jitters have guys swinging at crap they wouldn’t touch in July.”

Knox’s eyes finally lifted to mine, but this time he saw how I grimaced as I moved slightly in my seat. His mouth twitched. “Still feeling me?” he whispered as he leaned over, and our coaches continued their pep talk.

I shot him a look. “Shut up.”

“Bet Rockland fucked Parker in a clubhouse just like this. His hands on the lockers. Taking it.”

“Jesus,” I muttered and shifted again, which only made it worse.

Knox grinned. “Yeah. We’ll play that out later.”

Across the room, Parker wrapped it up. “Stay locked in. Play clean. Let’s go.”

Matthewson clapped the back of my chair as he passed. “Set the tone, Stratton.”

“Always do,” I rasped, trying not to let the look I gave Knox mean more than it should.

My boyfriend stood, grabbed his glove off the chair, and smirked down at me. “Maybe I’ll post something on The Loop to let the fans see why you’re squatting extra carefully today.”

I snorted, shoving his hip as I stood. “Keep talking. You’ll be the one walking bowlegged on the next road trip.”

His grin only stretched wider. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

We landed in Portland a little after eight-thirty.

The sun was just about gone, the sky hanging on to that last strip of orange over the terminal.

It was a long day. We’d finished off the Crushers a few hours earlier, won the series two games to one, then hustled to catch the team charter back west.

My shoulders had held up the whole series, no tight spots or pulls, which was more than I could say after that first game.

I’d been stiff early on, with soreness from that morning still there every time I dropped into my crouch.

A couple ibuprofens and a full nine innings worked it out, so by game three, I was fine.

Most of the guys were half asleep or bitching about the time zones by the time we taxied in.

It didn’t matter to me because we were home, and my son was waiting for me.

When we stepped through the glass doors into the small private terminal, I spotted Grady, Mallory, and Archer right away.

Mallory stood near the enormous windows, one hand gripping her cane, the other hooked lightly around Archer’s arm.

Grady was half-bouncing beside her, sneakers scuffing the carpet, eyes locked on the door.

The second he saw me, he was on the move.

He shot right across the lounge, arms open, voice loud.

“Daddy!”

I dropped my bag just in time to catch him, his little arms wrapping tight around my neck. His legs cinched around my waist, and I huffed out a breath.

“Hey, bud. I missed you so much.”

He leaned back enough to beam at me. “I missed you too! We watched your games. I’m glad you won before you had to get on the airplane to come home.”

I kissed his temple, then set him on his feet. Grady didn’t miss a beat and wrapped his arms around Knox’s waist next.

“Good to see you too, little man.” Knox ruffled Grady’s hair.

Archer walked up, clapped me on the shoulder. “Not bad for opening weekend.”

“Should have swept them.” I sighed. “They got lucky last night.”

Mallory moved in slowly, careful with her cane, and I bent to kiss her cheek. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too,” Grady bellowed. “I can’t wait to show you my new dinosaur train. It has numbers.”

I glanced at Archer. “It’s to help him count.”

“Ah.” I nodded and turned back to my son. “Well, let’s get you home. It’s past your bedtime.”

“I’m not tired,” Grady huffed, and we moved to walk toward the exit.

Once we were on the road, it didn’t take him long to pass out on the twenty-five-minute drive to Mallory’s.