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thirty-three

Knox

Today has been agreat fucking day.

Harlow slept naked in my bed and treated me to the best goddamn blow job I’ve ever had right after she woke up. I couldn’t get enough of her last night or this morning. She seems to be just as damn insatiable.

Maybe I shouldn’t enjoy the fact that she had to wear a turtleneck today, but I’m smug at the fact that I marked her so much that she couldn’t easily cover it up.

Last night, I was a man possessed, and I wanted to claim every fucking inch of her body.

And as I’m out on the field throwing out practice pitches to Scholl, I see her in her seat by the first baseline with my name on her back, and a whole new wave of desire floods me. Josh has talked about how he feels seeing Ella in his jersey, but I’ve never paid much attention to it. But now that I’ve had Harlow, I fucking get it. She can keep that on tonight when I fuck her so hard she forgets her own damn name.

When Scholl and I finish our warmup, I jog over to Harlow, who is seated with Rory and Sage. “Media and tabloids seem toreally like seeing me talk to my good luck charm before each start,” I say as I come to stand right in front of her.

“Well then,” she replies, “You certainly can’t let them down.”

“Lucia and Ella not joining you guys out here tonight?” I ask, noticing her absence.

“Not tonight,” she says. “Lucia’s hanging back tonight in case Ayala needs some assistance since he’s just coming off the IL. And Ella usually hangs back anyway.”

“Nos!” I hear, and I look down to see Sage standing right at the railing, smiling right up at me. She can’t say Knox, so to her, I’m Nos. It’s the cutest fucking thing.

“Sagie!” I say enthusiastically. “You gonna watch your daddy play baseball tonight?”

“No.”

Rory sighs. “No is her new favorite word. Been a lot of fun lately when I’m trying to get her to do something.”

“That’s okay, Sagie.” I kneel down to her level and whisper through the railing. “You’ll have more fun watching Uncle Knox pitch tonight anyway.” Sage giggles.

I stand up and catch a sweet look on Harlow’s face as Cole walks over to join us. “Don’t listen to him, Sagie. Uncle Cole is way more fun to watch.”

“Uncle Cole is full of himself,” Harlow chimes in. Now, she looks at Cole. “What’s up? You never come over before a game.”

“Can’t I come say hi to my sister?”

“You can, but it’s weird because you never do when you’re on the field.

Cole rolls his eyes, and I snicker. When he eyes me, I lean over to him, whispering, “We both know your sister isn’t why you’re over here, man.” My response is an elbow right to the ribs.

“Nice manbun, Cole,” Rory says with a smirk.

He takes a hand and smooths back his hair. “You know you like it.”

“I don’t know. You could probably do with a haircut.”

Cole’s smile falters a bit. “Yeah, maybe,” he says awkwardly. “It has been a while.”

I have to whisper to him again. “Be a little less fucking obvious, will you?”

“Shut. Up.” Cole says through gritted teeth.

“Nah, you know I’m fucking with you, Cole,” Rory says, smiling. “If anyone can pull off a manbun, it’s you.”

Cole, in all his subtlety, blushes as red as a goddamn tomato. I need to save him from doing something stupid here.

“Well,” I say as I throw an arm around Cole’s shoulder. “Time for us to get back on the field, ladies.”

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