Page 33 of Stalked By the Cornerback

“I took yours when you were in the shower,” I confessed. My tongue felt too thick for my mouth. She blinked, and something tightened inside of me tightened as the fear of losing her prickled through my whole body when she didn’t react. Her expression was clear of emotions.

“Do you have a black phone?” My jaw clenched at her question. Jesus Christ! That fucking asshole seemed to have been paying close attention. Damn. I nodded, and she licked her lips.

“Can I see it?” she asked just above a whisper.I am fucked. Fucking hell, I am so damn royally fucked.

“Mattie––“

“Show it to me,” she demanded sweetly.

With my free hand, I reached into the pocket of my gym shorts, pulled out the small older iPhone, and set it into her waiting palm. She looked up at me, and I spoke, answering the silent question without her needing to say a word.

“Eleven, zero, one.” Her eyes widened, and it was the first time she seemed to actually look surprised.

“My birthday,” she said softly. My head jerked stiffy with a nod.

I watched as she one-handedly unlocked my phone, noting that despite confirming what I had been up to, her hands were unusually steady. Her eyes rose to mine, almost as if asking daddy for permission. Jesus, I was a sick fuck if I thought there was any chance of her still seeing me that way. I nodded again then lost her eyes.

She scrolled through the folders on my phone as if she couldn’t hear my heart beat so hard it was ready to leap out of my chest. Like she couldn’t tell my entire body was vibrating on what felt like pins and needles. I forced myself not to blink while she scrolled through the endless images I’d taken of her. As she watched the videos I’d taken of her while she slept and worked.

For a moment, I wondered if it was my imagination or if her breathing actually changed. Her lips parted and her eyes turned dreamy. Almost like she was turned on.Is she turned on? By the things I’ve done?Hope stirred hard inside me.

The front door to the co-ed showers opened, and her eyes connected with mine. Before I could ask her what she wanted to do, she pulled me into the shower that was still running and shut the curtain behind her.

“Sit,” she ordered, and my hand itched to spank her petty little ass, to tell her she wasn’t in charge, but I had to give her this. I sat down on the bench next her things, and she continued to go through my phone. When eyes rose and met mine, she looked almost confused.

“Why?” she finally asked in a hushed tone, breaking the deafening silence between us.

“Why?” I repeated, reaching for her, needing to have her closer to me even if it meant this would be the last time. Never.She’s ours, the voice in my head growled fiercely.Forever!

“Why me? Why… why all this, Dylan?” she asked quietly.

Her eyes searched mine, and I couldn’t help myself. I stood and walked towards her. Matching her step for step until her back touched the tiled wall and my body pressed against hers. My hands gripped her hips to keep her in place.

It was so fucking wrong.

I should have given her space, explained things clearly, calmly. But I couldn’t get myself to calm down. To breathe, much less think straight, without having her close to me.

“That’s daddy to you,” I growled. She bit down on her bottom lip.

That’s when it hit me.

She set me up.

My sweet little walking, breathing temptation knew exactly what she had been doing. Set me up to catch me red-handed. My eye twitched as I took in the sight of her.

I had no idea how the hell I’d missed it.

She wasn’t dressed in regular clothes or like she had been ready to do some kind of stakeout. No. My sweet little shortcake was wearing that sexy robe and flip-flops. Like she had been dressed and ready to go straight into the shower. “Dyl––“

“What did I say?” Her eyes bounced to the shut curtain and her lips parted. I felt her pretty little nipples tighten against my chest. “Say it. They won’t hear you,” I drawled in a low tone.

“Daddy.” Her eyes hooded as I tucked my thigh between her legs.

“Good girl,” I praised. I leaned down, hovering my forehead over hers but not pressing them together. “One look at you, and I was a goner, Mattie. I’m not bullshitting here, either. You walked in, and it was like a fucking arrow shot right through me. I scooted down in hopes you would sit next to me. And, fucking hell, you could have tipped me over when you did.”

“Daddy.”

“I fell in love fast and hard, and I won’t lie. I tried to fight it,” I confessed. “I tried to save you from me.” I wasn’t able to hide the tortured tone in my voice. “Something came alive inside of me. Something that wanted you any way he could have you. I couldn’t stop. After finals—“ My voice cracked, and it was her who pressed her forehead to mine, wordlessly encouraging me to keep talking.

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