A Night With Knox (6 page)

Then
he clamps his lips around my clit and sucks hard. The pressure
explodes at once and I’m
screaming and I don’t
give a fuck if my neighbors hear. It rushes through me like New
Year’s Eve
fireworks. I’m
drowning in a million pinpricks of pleasure.

My
mind goes blissfully blank and every part of me has been spent.

When
I open my eyes again, I find myself in Knox’s
strong arms. He’s
got that self-assured look on his face of a man who knows he’s
too good.

“Was
that a home run or not?” he asks.

“Ball
one,” I say. I pull him in for a kiss
and taste myself on his lips. Can’t
let him get too full of himself. There are enough women who can kiss
his ass. He needs someone who knows how to tease him. And hell if it
ain’t fun.

“At
least it wasn’t a strike.”

“Barely,
but I’m
willing to give you another shot.” Moving
in his arms, I sit up further. He’s
had his hands all over me, and I want nothing more than to return the
favor, but one of us is wearing too much clothing.

“Bedroom?”
he asks, as I work on the buttons of his shirt.
They’re
tiny and my pleasure-addled fingers can’t
get them to do as I want.

“Here’s
fine,” I say. Ignoring the buttons, I
pull his shirt out of his pants so I can run my fingers under it.
Anything to get more skin to skin contact with him.

“As
great as that sounds, we’re
going to need a bed.”

I
groan and jerk my head toward the back corner of my apartment, where
a twisted staircase leads to my bedroom. The downfall of my
apartment: it’s a loft. I
don’t want to
waste time walking up the stairs. I want Knox right now.

Before
I know it, he picks me up like I’m
nothing and carries me up the stairs without even breaking a sweat.

“Admit
it—you did that to show off,”
I say. As quick as I can blink, Knox drops me on
the bed.

“Maybe
to prove that not all baseball players are wimps.”

“I
thought you were just a guy who owns a bar?”

“I
do that too.”

Rolling
up to my knees I work on his belt. There’s
entirely too much fabric between my hands and his dick. Knox seems to
agree as he yanks down the zipper on my dress. I pause to throw off
my dress and he shrugs out of his shirt. Holy Shit, I work around
elite athletes every day, but their bodies have nothing on him. Years
of training have molded his body to perfection, and playing outside
has left him tanned even in the winter. His arms and chest are thick
with muscle from pitching.

“Rendered
speechless?” he asks. I force myself
to look away from his muscled chest and the six pack of abs that line
a trail to the one thing I want from him.

I
hide the longing in my face. Or try to, at least. I shrug. “Seen
better.”

He
gives a little shake of his head and I take the opportunity to undo
his pants and push aside his boxer briefs, letting him out to play. I
run a hand down his cock and wrap my fingers around him. He sucks in
a breath.

I
smile. Now he can feel exactly what it’s
like to be teased.

“Easy
there, slugger.”

I
look up at him innocently. “Just
practicing my grip. Should I choke up on it?” I
close my hand around his shaft. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the
head and I rub it with my thumb.

Knox
reaches around and unhooks my strapless bra. It falls away, only to
be replaced by his hands. My nipples tighten against his palm as he
kneads them. It’s
my turn to sigh.

“You’re
doing great.”

“Mhmm,”
I reply, nodding. He takes a nipple in his mouth,
sucking it hard. I moan.

I
try to pull him back onto the bed with me. I am more than ready for
the main event. He slips a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on
before turning me around, so I’m
facing the bed.

“Excuse
me for being impolite,” he murmurs.
“But you have a world-class ass.”

He
lands a light smack on it, and I flinch, thrilled. His hands move
around, roaming over my aching breasts and tweaking at my nipples.
“You like it from behind, baby?”

I
moan in approval. I’d
like it any damn way he wants, as long as his cock is buried deep
inside me.

“Not
that I don’t
want to see the look on your face as I’m
fucking you.” His voice is a sexy,
throaty rasp in my ear. “But I want
to go deep in your pussy.”

He
pushes me forward onto the bed, until I’m
on my hands and knees. Fuck, I want him so much, I’m
shaking with anticipation and need. He kneels behind me on the
mattress, gripping my hips to bring me into position.

“Damn,
Shelby, this ass is perfect.”

He
rubs the tip of his cock against my wet slit, spreading my lips, then
he plunges deep inside me.

“Oh,
fuck, it feels so good,” I shout.
Knox makes a groaning sound, leaning over to cover my body with his.
The motion thrusts him deeper, filling me up just the way he
promised, his thick cock invading every inch. He withdraws, then
thrusts again. Harder. Deeper.

“Fuck,
Shelby,” he says over and over.

He’s
fucking me so hard I can hardly breathe. None of that jackrabbit
stuff, just deep and dirty. I grind back against him, meeting every
thick stroke. He keeps one hand on my hip and the other snakes up to
cup my breast. Tweaking my nipple, he increases his pace, the
intensity of the thrusts growing.

I’m
ready to come, but just as the peak comes into sight, Knox releases
my breast and slows down. I whimper, denied what I wanted the most.

“Not
so fast.”

“You’re
killing me, smalls.”

He
laughs, but refuses to let me have the last word. He pulls me up so
that I’m on
my knees, my back pressed against his rock-hard torso. He traces
kisses up the crook of my neck, nipping at my earlobe. His fingers
find my clit, drawing small circles around the nub, having me panting
all over again. Along with his cock still pumping inside me, it’s
too much—I’m
on sensory overload.

“Am
I still striking out?” he teases, and
I can feel his smile along my skin. It’s
more than enough. Sex has never been this good. The few guys I’ve
been with are nothing compared to Cooper Knox. He nips at my neck and
I grab a hand full of his hair, holding him in place.

I
try to speak, but break off as he pinches my clit. A jolt rockets
through me like electricity. I hiss as pain and pleasure mix, and I’m
ready to beg for more. “Foul,” I manage.

“You’re
going to be the death of me, slugger.”

“In
your dreams.” I bite my lip to keep
myself from crying out. As much as I want to give in, there’s
something in me that wants to prolong it as much as he does, to keep
this night going forever.

He
slows down, taking his time, so that each thrust goes farther than
the last. I’ve
never had anyone this deep. He touches me in places I wasn’t
even sure existed.

The
world’s
fragmenting at the edges and I try to force it stay together. I
clench tighter around him, not ready to give in yet. But the pressure
and friction is too much, growing so fast I feel like I might pass
out.

His
fingers touch my clit in just the right way and I lose control. The
world shifts in and out of focus. Every cell in my body draws on the
pleasure coursing through me. I’m
screaming, but this time, Knox turns me around and swallows my scream
with a kiss. Bound in his arms, I ride the orgasm, his thrusts coming
faster and faster until he breaks the kiss, yelling my name.

We
relax onto the bed, both panting. “How
was that?” he asks, still holding me
to his chest. Catching my breath, I come back to myself. I work
myself free, trying not to groan when his cock slips free. I push him
back against the mattress.

I
snuggle up next to him, tracing the outlines of his muscles with my
fingers. “I think I can work with
that,” I say. His arm anchors me to
him, settling possessively over my ass. I could get used to this, I
think. But that is too dangerous a thought to dwell on, because it
can’t go
on. There is no way it could.

Knox

The
next morning, I wake up to find the other side of the bed is empty.
The covers have been thrown aside and they’re
cool to the touch. I get up and walk to the edge of the loft. From
this perspective, I can see the whole apartment. Shelby sits at the
kitchen island, perched on a barstool, flipping through the paper. I
slide on my jeans from the night before.

Loping
down the stairs, I’m
at a loss for what to do. Normally, these one night stands are at my
place and it’s
the girl’s
job to do the casual exit.

I
walk up behind Shelby, knowing I’m
about to hit it out of the park. I wrap my arms around her and fit
her head right under my chin.

“Didn’t
take you for a cuddler,” she says
without turning around.

“So
many things to learn. You’re
lucky I’m such a
patient teacher.” I press a kiss to
her temple. My fingers slip under the band of her sweats, resting on
the curve of her perfect ass.

“Come
back to bed. I bet I can get a home run before I head back to New
York.” My fingers inch closer to her
pussy.

Her
body tenses on the words “New York.” Strike
One. She gently pulls my hands out of her pants. Strike Two.

She
turns around on her stool and stares up at me. There’s
hesitation in her eyes. “And then
what?”

Answer
this question wrong, and I’m
pretty sure it’s
Strike Three and I’m
out.

“We
trade numbers. I’ll
be in Atlanta every so often.” I’ve
been a silent partner in the bar business since it started. That’s
how I wanted it, but maybe it’s
time to be more hands on. Especially if that allows me to be hands on
with Shelby.

“Trade
numbers and have a booty call once in a while—what
an offer.” She grimaces. I’ll
admit it’s
not exactly ideal, but it’s
better than nothing. Shelby’s
got something most New York women—hell,
most women—don’t:
no love of my career. She’s
fierce and lets me get away with absolutely nothing. Not to mention
she’s got a
slamming body. Any one of those is worth a few more hours on a plane.

“Last
night was really great,” she says,
running her hands up and down my arms. “And
you’re
very
talented in bed.”

She
seems to be hesitating, something on the tip of her tongue. “But…”
I lead in for her.

She
smiles and ducks her head. “Let’s
just chalk it up to a memorable New Year’s
Eve.” She gets up and brushes past me,
heading toward the coffee pot on the other side of the kitchen. I
take a few steps back, her words hitting me like a cold shower. This
isn’t the
“good morning” I
had in mind—not after last night.

Concentrating
on her coffee, she says, “I know how
these things work. Five days a week, I’m
around a whole team of guys who are married to their sport. I’ve
watched marriages, long distance relationships, and casual fuck
buddies break it off publicly and brutally. You’re
on top right now, don’t
complicate it. You’re
a baseball player. You already have concentration problems.”
She offers me my own cup of coffee, but won’t
meet my eyes. And when I reach for the cup, she doesn’t
pull her fingers away. “You’re
great in bed, but your mind has to be on the field. Help yourself to
whatever else you would like,” she
says. Slowly she pulls her fingers from around the cup and gives me a
pat on the shoulder. It is such a final gesture that I barely
register the smile that creeps across her face.

What
is going on in her head?

Shelby
heads back up the stairs with her coffee in hand.

I
let out a laugh, not sure what else I’m
supposed to do. Shelby has just fed me the same line I’ve
given to more women than I can count. And it’s
true. Last night was amazing, but trying to keep this thing going
isn’t going
to end well and we both know it. Doesn’t
mean we can’t
try to out-do last night. The water flips on in the bathroom
upstairs. A smile slowly spreads across my face as I understand the
game she is playing. I glance toward the loft.

She
did
say to help myself.

I
nudge the bathroom door open with my foot. Leaning against the
doorjamb, I sip my coffee and enjoy the view. And it’s
damn fine.

Shelby’s
singing to herself and rocking out as she lathers soap over her
shoulders. I lean against the door and watch her over my coffee.
Suddenly, she stops and turns toward me. Wiping water out of her
face, she opens the solid glass door.

“I
was wondering how long it would take you to get the memo.”

“You
know me. I’m
just a poor, stupid baseball player,” I say.

“Your
words, not mine.” She steps back
under the spray and crooks a finger at me. Setting my coffee down on
the edge of the sink, I step toward the shower, dropping clothing as
I go. I pull a condom out of my pocket and slide it on.

The
water’s
warm when I step into the shower. She doesn’t
shy away from me, instead she meets me under the spray. My kiss is
demanding and she follows me without hesitation. This was her wicked
plan after all. Her body’s
slick with soap and like fire under my hands.

She
encases my face in her hands, tilting my head for a better angle. I
don’t mind
handing over that control, because it won’t
last for long.

Her
tongue tangles with my own and if I wasn’t
hard before, it’s
now painfully obvious to me that I am. I back her up to the wall of
her shower, planting my hands on the tiles on either side of her
face. She looks up at me through water soaked eye lashes and runs her
hands down my abs, resting on the head of my dick.

I
reach a hand up to her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her nipples
tightening against my fingers. I kiss my way down her neck to her
perfect pair of tits. She pushes herself off the wall, offering them
to me. I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Her fingers dig into my
hair, holding me to her.