Page 30 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“Before the party, too. To the showers. Your dorm. Fuck, even work.”

“You’re lying,” I whispered. My body shook slightly.

“Really?” he scoffed, running his fingers through my ponytail. Bile rushed up my throat when he wrapped it around his hand and tugged it back, pulling my head. “He does. You should ask him. Ask him if he sneaks into your dorm late at night when you’re sleeping or when you’re not there.”

“He’s never!” I defended. “He doesn’t even have a key!”

“You sure about that?” His head tilted, and he leaned down closer. “Ask him about his black phone.”

“His phone isn’t black,” I pointed out. He had a blue iPhone.

“Ask him about the black phone,” Tucker sneered. “Everyone thinks he’s so fucking great. He’s not the nice guy you think he is. He fucks everything, you know? You think you’re his one and only? Please.” He laughed evilly before he growled. Looking down at me with disgust as he pushed his dick against me.

“Back away, Tucker. This isn’t cool!” I gritted through my teeth. “You need to let go of me, right now or––“

“Or what?” he called me on my bluff. We both knew no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn’t be able to push him off. There was no one in the locker rooms. No one would hear me scream for help. “What are you going to do? No one is down here. Everyone is busy at practice,” he goaded.

“Stop it.”

“You don’t believe me.” His head dipped down, and I pressed my lips together, trying to get as far away as I could from him. I really didn’t want him to kiss me. Thankfully, he didn’t try. His nose skimmed my neck, and I whimpered with fear.

“Ask him about it,” he repeated. Before I could react, I heard it.

“What the fuck!” Dylan bellowed along with someone else. I heard footsteps rush in, and thankfully, Tucker was pulled away from me.

When I looked behind him, I saw not only Dylan there but my boss and Red Bridges, one of the coaches. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Coach Bridges screamed at Tucker, who looked like he was about to shit himself.

“Nothing! She came onto me and we were just––“ Dylan moved so fast I shut my eyes, sure that he was going to hit Tucker again. Instead, he hurried over to me and wrapped me in the safety of his arms, and my body sagged in his embrace.

He’d come. He’d saved me from Tucker.

He’s been following you.

Watching you in the showers.

Sneaking into your dorm room when you’re not there.

Tucker’s words bounced in my head, but I still held on to him. “Bridges, you have him?” my boss asked.

“Yeah,” the coach rumbled.

“You’re hurting me!” Tucker whined, but I didn’t look. I didn’t move from Dylan’s arms.

“Your dad is not going to be able to get you out of this one,” Red Bridges.

“Macabee,” my boss called, “let me see Mattie,” she urged him, but he didn’t move. His arms simply wrapped tighter around me. “Hun, I gotta make sure she’s okay.” That loosened his grip on me. “And if you don’t mind, Mat, let’s go ahead and write up an incident report right now, okay?”

“I want school police to be called, too,” Dylan growled at the top of my head but didn’t let me go.

“They will be,” Coach Bridges promised before shoving a complaining, arguing Tuck out.

“Macabee,” the trainer called, and he sighed. He pulled away, and I looked up at him.Ask him,Tuck’s voice whispered in my head.Ask him about his black phone.

“You okay?” His blue-green eyes searched mine, but I quickly looked down at the ground. Had Tucker been lying? He had to have been.Right?

“I’m fine,” I quickly answered, trying to get out of his arms. “I’m sorry. I just need a little space.” His brows bunched with obvious concern. I could tell he didn’t like my answer, but being the daddy he was, he gave me what I needed.Why are you still thinking about him in that way?I wondered to myself.He could have been stalking you this entire time!

The next two hours were a blur of questions and paperwork.

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