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Instead, I call my mother.
“Hey, honey.” Her warm voice helps ease the knots in my chest. “We’re just getting into the arena now. Is everything okay?”
I clear my throat. “You’ve got the suite?”
“Yep. I see Miles waiting for us with Willow.” She sounds happy. “I’m proud of you, you know. All you’ve accomplished.”
“Thanks,” I mutter. The question I want to ask gets stuck in my throat.
“Knox?”
“Yeah?”
She hesitates. Then, “You know I’ll always help you if I can.”
A lump forms in my throat. It’s been a while since I’ve asked her for anything, and a dark memory overtakes me. One where I sat in her room, on the bed, begging and pleading forhelp. And she gave it to me.
I clear my throat and leave the locker room, striding down the hall. “I know that. And you know I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for me.”
There’s a girl with a clipboard. She’s wearing a Guardians jacket.
She’s cute, and that’s what I focus on when she glances my way. I smile at her, holding eye contact, and she smiles back.
“Gotta go,” I say to my mother, already distracted. “See you after the game.”
“Love you,” she replies.
“Ditto.” I hang up and slide my phone back in my pocket. I make a beeline for the girl and stop within touching distance. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Have we met before?” Sometimes a guy’s gotta ask.
She shakes her head slowly. “Nope.”
“Knox Whiteshaw.” I hold out my hand. “Do you wanna go somewhere more private with me?”
She watches my hand for a moment. Maybe she’s not used to my level of forward. But if she takes it, she’ll get to know me pretty quick.
When she slips her hand into mine, I smile wider.
And a few minutes later, we’re in a storage closet. She’s choking on my dick like she needs it to breathe and doing a damn fine job.
I’m actually impressed.
She cups my balls, and I groan. Her hair is in a ponytail, and I use it to force her head closer. Her throat contracts around the tip, and that does the fucking trick. That and her warm hands tugging lightly on my balls.
“Incoming,” I warn. I thrust my hips forward and hold her head still, spilling down her throat. I pull out slightly, finishing on her tongue. After a moment of post-orgasm haze, I step away from her.
Her hands drop, and she carefully wipes her mouth. She stands, unbuttoning her jeans.
“What are you doing?” I watch her carefully.
The girl’s cheeks redden. She said her name, but fuck if I know it.
“Thanks for the blow,” I add, tucking my cock away and rolling my shoulders back. “If I get a hat trick tonight, I’ll credit the girl from the storage room.”
I wink and head out, leaving her staring at me with a mixture of lust and annoyance.
