Page 5 of Stalked By the Cornerback

I wasn’t dressed for a shower, not that I didn’t need one.A really fucking cold one.

I heard rustling, and she was probably drying herself and getting dressed. I turned the water on in my shower to try and not get caught. She must have not thought anything of it, because my sweet innocent girl simply slipped out, and I gave myself a moment before following her, making sure to stay out of sight until she reached her dorm.

Fuck me, Mattie, the girl of my dreams, the woman I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, had moved into the same building I lived in.

I was completely fucked.

Everything I had tried to resist had been for nothing.

Once I knew she was back in her room safely, I didn’t return to mine like I should have. No, like some kind of pervert, I returned to the shower, heading directly to the one she’d used, and shut the curtain behind me. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. Her scent filled my lungs, overwhelming my senses.

With the humidity in the air from her shower, her sweet scent clung to the air. Vanilla and sugar and something else. Strawberries. Fuck. I moved further inside and touched the walls that had the privilege of looking at her. I tugged my jeans down and, like a fucking animal, started to stroke my dick while I breathed in the slight cent of her shampoo and body wash that clung to the thick humid air. My hand shuttled up and down my length while I imagined her.Imagined us.

Down on her knees, looking up at me with those bright blues that seemed to stand out against her soft olive-toned skin. Her pouty lips would open for me, her tongue would come out and lick me. Just the thought pushed me close to the edge. I couldn’t help the deep guttural growl that escaped.

She’d lick me again.

Over and over.

Her tongue would feel like heaven on Earth. I’d be about to tell her to stop because I was too close to the line of coming, but she wouldn’t need me to.She’d know.And she wouldn’t stop. Her lips would part and take me between her lips and wrap them around me. I’d fucking embarrass myself and come. Hard. Fast. My toes curled inside my shoes, and I had to stifle a groan.

I opened my eyes, my breathing completely off. I looked at my release marking the tiled walls, and I exhaled. I stepped back, sprayed the shower down before getting out of there, and headed back to my own room.

But not before stopping in front of her room. I touched her door. I could knock and say hi. It would be the neighborly thing to do. I shook the thought away.Not yet.I forced my feet tomove.Not yet. Soon, but not yet.I’d come off as a creeper just knocking at her door when I wasn’t supposed to know where she lived.

I had an early practice in the morning and a girl to find after that. I walked into my dorm and straight to my room. When I shoved my hands into my jeans, I felt the soft cotton of the panties I’d stolen from her shower caddy. I tossed them onto my bed and got naked. I might have jerked off in the shower, but I was nowhere close to being done thinking about her.

I lay in bed and shoved a pillow behind my head. I brought the clean panties up and looked at them. I swallowed, and my jaw clenched at the sight of them. Damn, they were pretty. Made sense. Every inch of Mattie was so damn pretty it made my teeth ache. I spit on my free hand and jerked off again despite having just come. My poor dick would be raw and aching come practice, but I needed to take the edge off. The dark thing inside me, the sick, obsessed fucking thing needed it. I brought her panties to my nose to smell them, and I came on a deep groan. I used the panties to clean myself and frowned.

Why the hell do I like the idea of my seed on her panties?And just like that, my dick started to come to life again.

Fuck.It was going to be a long, messy night.

CHAPTER 4

DYLAN

“What’s up with you?”Jason asked, never hesitating as he ate, digging into his bowl of cereal as his scrutinizing grey eyes looked over the edge.

“Nothing,” I muttered. His lips might have twitched, but my usually quiet roommate didn’t say another word. His gaze moved from mine to the TV in the living space we shared.

“Right,” he murmured. “That’s why you have been walking the halls like some kind of power-walking senior citizen at any mall in America around nine in the morning?”

“Shut up.” Seemed my quiet roommate was more observant than he let on.

“You seriously denying it?” he asked without turning his head towards me. My brows bunched.

“No,” I admitted like some kind of idiot. Did I just make Jason an accomplice? Would he turn me in?

“Good. So, who is she?” I made a growl-like sound. “Relax.” He laughed. “I’m not interested in any kind of romantic entanglements.”

“Really? Just like that?” He set his bowl of cereal down on the coffee table and turned to look at me.

“Look, you might be interested in someone, and from the looks of it, Crank is, too.” We both glanced at the shut door. The guy had been working overnight shifts at the diner a little away from town. Something was up with him, and I had a feeling it was his cute little blonde coworker who happened to be his sister’s best friend. “But that doesn’t mean love and shit is meant for everyone.”

“And you’re telling me that love is something you don’t believe in?”

“Bud, if Cupid were on fire, I would definitely second-guess spraying him down because I would be legitimately scared he’d want to thank me with one of his arrows.” My eyes widened. Not because the guy had a bunch of girlfriends but because the women came and went from his room.

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