The Locker Room(68)

“Shit,” he mutters right before pushing me back down on the bed where he spreads my legs and lowers his hand down past my G-string to find me already wet. “Christ, babe. You’re so wet.”

“Want you, Knox.” Encouraged to return the favor, I reach my hand into his waistband and grip the base of his cock. He hisses harshly between his teeth as his head drops forward. He sits back and pushes his pants and briefs down over his ass, giving me better access and then returns his hand to my clit where his thumb circles the little nub.

“You have to be quiet, Em. I love when you moan my name, but you have to be really fucking quiet.”

I nod. “I can do . . . oh God.”

“Emory,” he chastises, his hand stilling. “I’m dead fucking serious. Quiet.”

I seal my lips together and nod again. But Jesus, what he’s doing feels so good and when he moves two fingers inside me, I nearly gasp loud enough for his neighbors to hear.

“Damn it, Em. I’m going to stop.”

I shake my head and smooth my hand over his cock and up to the head where my thumb passes over the top. “No, please,” I whisper. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Oh-kay,” he chokes out when my thumb rubs the underside of the head of his cock. “Oh fuck,” he groans quietly into my ear. “Shit, babe, I’m not going to last long.”

“Me neither,” I gasp as he makes small circles over my clit. “Oh, right there. Yes, Knox.” I can barely hear my own voice, I’m hoping from being so quiet, and not from the pounding of my heart.

“I’m there, Em,” he says on a grunt, his release lethal to my ears, shooting off my own.

My back arches, my clit pulses against his thumb, and my hips rotate against the pressure of his hand.

“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling on the back of his neck while riding out my pleasure, floating down slowly until I’m completely spent.

Breathing heavily, we both look at each other, casually touch one another, running a finger over a cheek, a thumb down the back. Our smiles stretch across our faces as a silent exchange passes between us; we’re together again.

“I’m so goddamn happy you’re back.” He places a kiss on my nose. “Thank you for the best surprise ever.”

“You’re welcome. Now if you can help me out of your bedroom window so I don’t have to face your mom, that would be great.”

“Stop, she’s going to love you. Get dressed, it’s time you meet her.”

“I hope she didn’t see any of my girly bits.”

“Nah, you covered up fast.” With one last kiss, he hops off the bed and we both clean up and get dressed. Looks like I’m about to take the next step in this relationship: meeting the mom.





Chapter Twenty-Five





KNOX





Holy shit, my girl is here. Walking in and seeing her on my bed in . . . well, virtually wearing nothing, there are no words to adequately describe that feeling. Apart from undeniably hot. Stunning. Horny. But it was seeing the necklace around her neck, the one I gave her, hanging close to her heart . . . my girl. She said she hadn’t taken it off, and maybe I’m a proud ass, but I liked it. Topless except for the gift of my heart.

And as we walk out to the living room with fingers laced together, I still can’t believe she did this. Took an opportunity to be here waiting for me. I loaned Emory some of my clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that is entirely too big on her, but it’s better than just a G-string. Which I would have been fine with, but given that she’s going to be eating pizza with my mom and teammates, I’d prefer her covered up, despite how perfect her ass is.

When we enter the living room, all eyes are on us and I can feel Emory cower behind me. Keeping a strong hold on her hand, I say, “Any pizza left?”

“Tons,” Carson says, pushing a box toward us. “You must be ravenous.”

Fuck, I knew Emory was too loud.

Slightly cringing, I turn toward my mom, who’s enjoying a piece of pizza while sitting cross-legged on the couch. She looks . . . happy.

“Uh, Mom.”

“Oh yes, honey, come sit down.” She pats the chair next to her and motions for us to take a seat.

I do as she says and pull Emory onto my lap.

“This must be Emory.” My mom wipes her hand on a napkin and holds it out.

Still shy and blushing, Emory says, “Mrs. Gentry, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m so sorry about that back there. I’m completely humiliated that you saw me like that.”

My mom waves her hand in dismissal. “Oh, nothing to be humiliated about. You should actually be proud. You have quite the beautiful bosom.”

I choke on my own saliva as the room erupts in a fit of laughter, all the guys on my team intent on hearing our conversation.

“Mom.” I attempt a scold through a fit of coughs while Emory’s hands cover her face in sheer embarrassment.

Unsure of what she said wrong, my mom looks around. “What? It’s true. So perky with wonderful nipples. I wish I had such a set on me.”

Jesus.

Christ.

I mean . . . yeah, Emory has some mouth-watering tits, the best I think I’ve ever fucking seen, but I don’t need my mom appreciating them, or getting me hard as she describes them in detail to the entire living room.