Page 29 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“You’re the one, princess. You’re mine. And I am most definitely completely yours.”

“Hector, I think… I think I might have drunk a little more than I realized because this isn’t making any sense.” Her words quickly tumbled past her lips, and I nodded.Patience, a voice inside me whispered even though the feral thing in me huffed, pissed off.

“Okay, baby.” I lifted her hand up, putting some space between us. Everything in me protested, but I needed to think about Libby. She was my priority. Today, tomorrow, and always. “We can talk about this in the morning.”

And we would.

“Just know that every part of me.”—her fingers tangled with mine as I brought her hand up to my chest and rested it right over my heart—“especially this, is yours.” With that, I let her hand go and got out, rounding my vehicle and helping her out.

Together, we walked up to her place, taking the elevator in a comfortable silence. Every single one of my senses was more than hyperaware of her. How close she stood to me without me making a move to put her there, like her body magnetically couldn’t avoid finding mine. She was deep in her head, probably running everything I’d laid out over and over.

But I wasn’t worried.

I knew just how much it was. It’d been a lot, and I could be intense. But then again, that’s how I was. I wasn’t going to worry that I’d fucked shit up by coming on that strong. When it came to Libby, to this new feeling that overpowered my sensibilities and common sense, a whole new being was in charge.

One that was confident about what we have.

We reached her door, and I took her key from her and unlocked it and breathed in her scent when she walked past me. I could have easily followed her in. I knew she wanted me to. But I didn’t want to be that guy. Even with the feral thing inside of me pushing to do just that and so much more, I found a way to keep my feet planted at her door, her keys in my hand. She turned and tilted her head.

“Hector?” My name whispered in her sweet voice made me ache. “Would you like to come in?” I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Without thinking, set the lock in place.

Leaving just the two of us in her dorm room.

“Would you like something to drink? I have water and––“

“I’m good, baby,” I cut her off because I could feel the nerves radiating off her tiny body.

“Oh, okay.” She smiled and glanced around, rubbing her palms over her thighs. “Umm…we could watch a movie?” she suggested and chewed on her lower lip. I wanted to do that. Fuck me, being in here with her and following the rules set in place was going to be harder than I’d planned. I felt her eyes on me as I sat on the end of her bed and tapped the top of my thigh.

“Come here, baby.”

“Oh… okay.” She came close without questioning me, trusting me completely. She sat her cute butt on my thigh, and I looked at her.

I liked having her close like this. “This okay for you?”

“Yeah,” she giggled nervously. “Is this part of the rules?”

“Yeah, about those rules.” I paused. “I just… I don’t want anything to happen that you might look back on with regret of any kind. When I take you, when we do anything more than kiss and rest, I want you completely sober. I want you to know it’s me and you and that’s it. Does that make sense?”

“Who knew Crank Dominguez was so chivalrous?” she teased, but I didn’t smile.

“Hector,” I corrected, “And I’m not a saint, babe, and I’m not a virgin.”

“I am,” she interrupted, and I leaked cum behind my pants.

“I want to be your first,” I admitted like a bastard. “This isn’t me pressuring you, either. If you want to give me that gift, I’ll take it. But more than that, I’ll cherish it. I want to be your first, but more importantly, I want to be your last. I want you to be my last.”

“Hector…” Her lips closed as she stared at me. Sitting this way, we were closer to eye level, and I could tell she was trying to make sense of what I was saying.

“You get what that means, right?”

“Forever?” she guessed, and I nodded.

“Exactly. Forever. Anything a day short of that is too little. If I could take a hundred forevers, I’d take them because I’m a greedy motherfucker.”

“This is…” She hesitated, and I saw it. That flicker of the sass I loved. “You’re not playing some kind of game, are you?” she asked, and I didn’t blame her.

I was a jock.

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