Page 106 of Twisted Obsession

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.

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