Page 2 of Stalked By the Umpire

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, feeling every inch of tension in my body. The way she moved in the water, like a siren luring me into depths unknown—God, I'm struggling here. Each ripple in the water accentuated her curves, her skin glistening with droplets that traced paths I was desperate to follow with my tongue.

I unzip my jeans, the fabric tight around me, constraining like a vice. My hand slips inside, finding heated flesh that throbs under my touch. The thought of her lips parted in a silent moan as the water enveloped her sends a shiver down my spine. I can almost taste the chlorine on her skin, mixed with the sweet hint of her sweat from lying in the sun. It's intoxicating.

Imagining her stepping out of the pool, water cascading off her like some goddess of the sea, makes my hand move faster. Her hair would be slicked back, drops catching on those long lashes as she blinks up at me. And that smile—that damn mischievous smile—as if she knows exactly where my dirty thoughts are going.

I think about her coming closer, those small droplets now jewels adorning her skin. She’d stand there, inches away, heat radiating between us despite the coolness of the tiles under our feet. Maybe she'd bite her lip slightly, teasingly, knowing all too well how much I want to taste it, to taste her.

The fantasy spirals deeper as I envision sliding my fingers along those wet trails on her body, tracing each curve and dip like a map to paradise. The sounds escaping from me blend with imagined soft moans from her lips—her voice a sweet melody that pushes me closer to the edge.

My breathing becomes ragged as pleasure mounts, building up like a crescendo until there’s no holding back. I grunt as I come harder than I think I’ve ever come, white fluid spraying onto the floor. With each pulse and throb beneath my fingers, I feel myself unraveling completely—lost in the vivid illusions of tasting her sweetness—the very essence of Kaitlyn Hawkins enveloping me.

As reality snaps back painfully with a shudder and gasp filling the silence of the room, I slump against the door. Heart still racing and breath short, I realize no amount of cold marble or whispered curses can erase what’s ignited inside me. Kaitlyn Hawkins has marked me deeper than anyone ever has.

She’s got me jacking off in the bathroom at a pool party for Christ’s sake.

With shaky hands and a mind still reeling from intense release and vibrant images of Kaitlyn swimming in blue waters—of tasting more than just fantasies—I clean up and exit the bathroom.

Fuck me.

CHAPTER

TWO

Jake

After that fateful pool party, all bets are off. I’m like a madman.

I stalk Kaitlyn Hawkins. I follow her social media pages. I make a point to discreetly go places where I might see her. Hell, if I didn’t know Nate had so many security cameras around his place, I’d break into her room and look for a diary or something.

Better yet, I’d put a camera up in there. So I could just watch her sleep.

But I'm not that crazy.

Not yet.

Instead, I hover at the edges of her world, a shadow she hasn’t noticed—or maybe she just pretends not to.

Last night was another of those glittering events at the Hawkins Mansion. Nate threw one hell of a party, celebrating yet another win for the team. The lawn was scattered with high-profile guests, local celebrities, and a few of our teammates who could outdrink an entire bar. And then there was Kaitlyn, floating through the crowds like some ethereal goddess, laughing that musical laugh of hers that hooked deep into my guts.

She was wearing this little number, a shimmering gold dress that clung to every curve as if it revered her body. It made my mouth dry and every other part of me ache with want. I kept to the shadows, nursing a whiskey, watching her spin and twirl under the fairy lights strung up around the garden.

I'd give anything to be the reason for her smile. To be the one she looks at with those sparking hazel eyes full of mischief and lust. But every time I get close, Nate’s there—big brother act in full force—reminding everyone who's within earshot that Kaitlyn is off limits.

And I supposed I should be grateful for that. Nate is keeping everyone else away from her.

The only problem is he’s keeping me away from her too.

I’m parked across the street of their house tonight, drumming my fingers on my steering wheel, imagining what it would be like to just waltz through the doors and take her into my arms.

To kiss her…

I imagine she’d taste like cherries. Ripe and sweet. Her skin would be soft as I graze my lips down her neck. A soft intake of breath, maybe a little whimper.

Fuuuuck…

My cock is so hard it’s about to burst through the seam of my pants, so I unzip myself and take it in my hand.

Thinking about her, just her, I start stroking slowly at first. And then faster. The urgency builds up inside me like a wildfire ready to consume everything in its path.

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