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“Holy fuck. Yes, yes… I—” My orgasm steals my words and my breath and my very existence as it roars through me. If I wasn’t bent over this table, my legs would’ve buckled and I’d be a heap on the floor.
Seconds later, his movements still and he lets out a low roar as he comes inside me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MACK
“Is your knee bothering you?”Ross asks, as we get comfortable in our seats waiting for takeoff.
Leaning back further, I stretch my legs out, thankful our team takes private flights and we have extra room to accommodate all these large bodies. “It’s not my knee.”
After taking two games off and getting all the physical therapy I could cram into the past two days, my knee feels better. Unfortunately, the only solution to my problem is retirement.
Early-onset osteoarthritis.
That’s the diagnosis and even though there are treatments to make it manageable, you can’t completely reverse it or cure it. I’m no longer in denial, I know retirement is imminent and the only thing that will relieve the pain completely is a knee replacement. I’ve started to make peace with it, but I’m not finished yet. And thankfully, I have the best trainers and doctors available to help keep me in the game.
“What is it? Everything okay with Greer?”
Everything is great with Greer.
She’s been making me baths with Epsom salts and joining me in the tub, which always lead to her sucking my cock or riding me. But I can’t think about that right now while I’m on a plane to California and won’t see her for the next seven days.
“If you’re talking about the fake relationship,” I say, quietly so none of these other nosey mother fuckers can eavesdrop. “It’s going great. Fantastic even.”
“Then why are you in such a bad mood?”
“I’m not.” Swallowing, I exhale loudly and cross my arms over my chest. “I’m just worried about leaving her.”
Ross hums. “Yeah, if she was my girlfriend, fake or not, I’d be worried too. Are they any closer to nailing this guy? He’s bound to fuck up at some point.”
Dread pools low in my gut. “That’s the thing, I don’t want him to fuck up. The thought of him getting any closer to Greer than he already has makes me physically ill, and to think I’m going to be hundreds of miles away for the next week only makes matters worse.”
We sit in silence for a while. Once the plane is in the air, a flight attendant comes around and offers us drinks. Ross and I both decline, since we brought water bottles with us. Owen and Bo are across the aisle and both of them are already asleep.
“How’s Greer handling it?”
“Fine. Better than when she first came to me. I think the increased security at my house has helped. Plus, the detective she’s working with has really stayed on top of things and keeps her as updated as possible. But beyond all that, she’s just a tough cookie. I’ve seen her hit rock bottom and literally watch as she pulls herself up by the bootstraps. She isn’t letting this son of a bitch rule her life.”
Pausing for a moment, I huff out a laugh, thinking about how amazing Greer really is. “She’s a badass. But I’m worried she’s dropping her guard down a little too far.”
A few minutes later, the flight attendants are back with our meal. No matter what time of day we fly, we’re always provided at least one meal and a snack. Which is smart, because no one wants a plane full of hungry baseball players.
Once they’re gone, Ross takes the cover off his breakfast and immediately starts digging into his omelet. “So, from what I’m hearing, you’ve fallen for her.”
I nearly choke on a bite of bacon.
What the fuck?
“I said I’m worried about her, that’s not the same thing.”
With his fork pointed at me, he continues. “Yes, you’re worried about her, but it’s more than that. You’re overthinking things, obviously concerned more about her well-being than anything else, and I’ve never seen you get this worked up over anything besides baseball.”
When I don’t respond, he makes this annoying noise in the back of his throat like he’s won the argument.
“Tell me, have you slept with her?”
For the first time in my life, I have zero desire to divulge my sex life.
