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“Knox…” I moan, gripping onto the headboard to slam myself down harder.
“You take me so well, baby,” he rasps, staring at me with lust in his beautiful golden eyes.
“Fuck… Knox, I’m about to…”
“Come for me, Bee. I want to feel you squeeze my cock,” he growls, leaning forward to bite my nipple.
God, his mouth. I swear, it will be my undoing.
“Knox! Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back, exposing the column of my throat. He immediately latches onto the soft skin of my neck, sucking and licking my favorite spot.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” he commands as I feel his dick twitch inside me, telling me he’s losing control, too. “My God, Phoebe… I can’t wait for when I can feel you without a condom. So wet and tight for me…” He wraps his arms around my middle, burying his face in my chest.
Within seconds, I feel his body tense as warmth fills the condom. We’re clinging to each for dear life, panting and sweating as we come down from our releases. After we catch our breath, Knox carefully lifts me off him and removes the full condom from his softening length. He tosses the latex in a trash bin next to his bed and rolls over to face me.
“I’m never letting you leave my bed,” he says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down beside him.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I quip, playfully nibbling on his earlobe.
We spend the next few minutes in silence, holding and caressing each other's bodies. I roam my hand up and down his chest and abs, tracing the lines of the tattoo right above his rib cage.
“What does it mean?” I whisper, trailing my finger back and forth across the ink. I’d been meaning to ask for weeks before we were… distracted.
“Hmmm?” he responds.
“Your tattoo. Where do the coordinates lead?”
“Uh… It’s kind of cheesy,” he nervously laughs as heat flushes to his cheeks. I prop myself up on one arm, giving him my full attention.
“If it means so much that you would permanently attach it to your body, then I want to know all about it. Please, tell me,” I push, leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
He sighs, running his hand down his face before answering me. “The coordinates lead to a baseball field in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. It’s where the Little League World Series is held almost every year. My team made it to the series when I was 12, and Dan Cook was our coach.” He smiles at the memory, and it lights up my heart.
“Wow, that’s so cool. Did your team win?”
“Yeah, we did,” he grins. “It was an experience I’ll never forget. There were television cameras everywhere, reporters fighting to take turns to interview us… It was honestly so badass. It felt like I had made it to the major leagues,” he chuckles.
“That’s so cute,” I reply as the biggest smile stretches across my face.
“My parents finally convinced me to give my medal to them so they could frame it with the team photo. It’s still hanging in their house. They brag about it to this day.” He laughs and shakes his head at the idea.
“I love that. Your parents seem amazing.”
He nods profusely. “They’re the absolute best. Seeing their faces the day we won is something I’ll never forget. It was pure joy and happiness. They knew how hard I worked and how bad I wanted it. They were just so fucking happy they got to watch my dream become reality,” he says with a soft smile. “So, that’s why I got the tattoo the day I turned eighteen. I wanted to be reminded of that day every time I looked in the mirror. I want to be reminded of the people who would sacrifice anything for me,” he rasps, emotion evident in his voice.
“Knox, how could you ever be embarrassed about that? That’s such a beautiful story. Not to mention, you won the Little League World Series. How badass is that?” I exclaim with a wide smile.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re just trying to butter me up,” he smirks, pulling me down for a kiss.
“I am not,” I laugh, playfully shoving at his chest. “It seems like baseball was always a huge part of your life. Did you have a chance to play after college?”
“Yeah, I had the opportunity to play for a few minor league organizations, but I had more of a passion for coaching. I got to volunteer at baseball camps, and my love for coaching just grew from there.”
His comment quickly brings me back to reality. Coaching is his dream, yet he’s in bed naked with one of his athletes. My heart sinks in my chest as I think about what I could be taking away from him.
“Phoebe, what is it?” he asks, noticing my silence.
I avert my eyes from his face, not brave enough to look at him. “Knox… you’ve worked so far to get where you are today. I can’t help but feel selfish. I want you so much that I didn’t even stop to think about the consequences of what our relationship could do to your career.”
