Page 31 of Stalked By the Linebacker

A light breeze would be able to tip me over the edge at this point. I needed to come so fucking badly a couple of jerks would do the trick. But I couldn’t risk waking her up. To have her open her eyes and see me like I was some kind of monster. Some kind of pervert who couldn’t control himself or his needs while he stroked his cock and splashed his come all over her skin.

She had started the night off under her sheets, but with the heat and lack of AC in her room, she’d kicked them off. The nightshirt she had worn to bed had hiked up her thigh. Silky smooth creamy skin was draped over my thigh, and my free hand ached to touch it, to feel its softness under my palm, but I was afraid my callous hand would stir her from her dreams. Which by the peaceful expression on her face, the slight tilt of her lips, and soft sighed sounds were definitely not a bad place to be.

She was sound asleep. I could get away with it and be quiet.Couldn’t I?

Instead, I kept my hands where they were. One bent under my head, the other under her head as my fingers stroked the tips of her hair. But it didn’t stop the image, so fucking crystal clear in my mind’s eye, from playing out.

I wanted to make it come true.

There wasn’t anything more that I wanted than to dip my face down to the top of her head. Breathe in the scent of her hair while I got myself off. Fuck, just the thought had me leaking cum, imagining getting away with it. Or better yet, having her wake up and watch me. Would my virginal princess be disgusted or turned on watching me stroke myself like some kind of savage animal because I needed her so badly I couldn’t control myself?

Would her hazel eyes darken with lust?

Would she offer to help me?

Or would those pretty eyes look at me with fear and see me like some kind of monster?

Would she think I was a pervert who couldn’t control himself while he stroked himself to completion and splashed his seed all over her skin? Because I knew myself—if I started to play, I wouldn’t stop until I was done and that pretty strip of skin on her thigh was thoroughly marked.

She shifted, and I froze. I glanced at her face just in time to see her eyes open slowly.

“You’re not sleeping,” she mumbled softly, her voice full of sleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep.”

“My bed sucks, huh? I’m sorry.” She started to move, but I stopped her. Uncoiling my hand from under my head, I wrapped it around her to hug her.

“It’s fine. Sleep.”

“But you have practice Monday.”

“So?”

“And you have that workout with Dylan in the morning,” she reminded me. I smiled into the darkness.

Why did I like the fact she knew my schedule? No. I didn’t like it. I loved it. I loved her. I was so fucking head over heels in love I didn’t know which way was up.

“You need the rest.” She lifted her head, and in doing so, her hair fell to her side like an almost white curtain.

I needed the rest. She was worried about me. Her hand moved up my chest and cupped my face. “What were you thinking about?” she asked quietly, but I shook my head.

There was no way I could tell her the truth. Not in that moment. Not how badly I wanted her when I had told her nothing would happen. “

“Nothing, babe.” I tried to clear the raspy thickness in my voice. “Just go back to sleep, okay?” She watched me for a beat, and I was sure she was going to argue, but instead, her sleepy gaze turned a little sad.

“Okay,” she whispered, and I lost her. No longer tucked into my side, she’d flipped over, facing the wall.

For some Godforsaken reason, I turned as well and spooned her. The moment my arm went around her middle, she stiffened, and my brows bunched.

“You don’t have to hold me,” she muttered with some feistiness. I held her a little tighter and settled my body against hers, so my face was close to her neck.

“I want to,” I shared. “I can’t… I don’t think I could be in a bed with you and not hold you,” I admitted into the darkness. I didn’t want there to be any kind of misunderstanding, even if she was half awake and sleepy. Or maybe especially then? There was no way I could let my girl go back to sleep and dream god only knew what.

“I didn’t think you would appreciate knowing the shit floating in my head right now,” I admitted Her small body softened and relaxed. Tucking her back into my front, I knew the moment she felt it.

“Why wouldn’t I appreciate it?” Her voice was a little raspier than before. I wished the light were turned on so I could see her. Her bottom wiggled against the bulge in the jeans I still wore. She’d offered me a pair of sweats, but I knew by our size difference there was no way I would have fit into them. And taking my pants off to sleep in my boxers after the night we’d had and keep my hands to myself? Yeah, that wasn’t happening, and in doing so, I’d opted to stay in my fucking jeans.

My very uncomfortable, way too thick and scratchy jeans. But it was the barrier I needed to keep between us.

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