Page 26 of Knox (Comeback Duet #2)

CREW

Knox looked dead on his feet when he walked into my condo. I was on the couch, legs stretched out, candles flickering on the coffee table. I’d lit them half an hour ago, trying to show him how I felt, and thinking lighting candles seemed romantic.

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 road while 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 on top 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?”

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 like with 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.