Page 36 of Stalked By the Cornerback

We walked in, and I was thankful none of my roommates were home. Wordlessly, in the most comfortable silence, I led her to my bedroom and straight to my bed.

Because having her in my space knowing she knew everything and still loved me, still wanted me in her life, only added to the need inside of me. Needless to say, it was hoursbefore I ordered pizza and we had dinner only to stay up all night lost in one another.

And fuck me, it was a great way to get lost.

EPILOGUE

MATTIE

I stretched and smiled.My body was sore in the most beautiful of ways. Quietly reminding me of the night before. I was tempted to lie back down on Dylan’s side of the bed and snuggle into the pillow he used that smelled like him, but we had a lot to do.

“Why are you awake, little girl?” he asked, walking in with a tray. I grinned at him. I loved it when he woke up playful like this. I knew that edge in his voice, and my thighs pressed together.

Daddy is in a mood.

He was also freaking hot.

I still couldn’t believe this was my life. Dylan was wearing navy boxer briefs and a smile. Every movement he made showed off the definition of every muscle throughout his body. He turned and set the tray on the top of our dresser that sat in front of our bed. And I couldn’t decide what sight I liked better. The front of him or the back. His muscular ass and back muscles clenched and flexed. Our eyes connected in the mirror that hung above the dresser. Oh yeah, Daddy was definitely in a mood.

An eyebrow rose on my face as I looked at him wondering what he was up to. He turned, his hand adjusting the ever-growing length that had started to tent his boxers.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed, but turns out daddy’s feeling hungry.”

“Hungry, huh?” I pressed my lips together.

It was our last semester. Graduation was only a couple of days away. We were not only living together but in the family athletics building. We qualified because about a month after I had confronted him about stalking me, he had tricked me into marrying him. Just kidding. Not really tricked. I was more than a willing party.

“Hungry,” he repeated. “Get comfortable, little girl,” he ordered, pointing towards the back of the bed. I scurried back and waited.

I loved when Dylan got in this mood, and he got in it a lot. But I had a feeling I knew why it had been happening what felt like more often.

We were about to graduate. The draft was only a couple of weeks away, and we both knew he would get picked up. After the amazing season they had and his stats, there was no way he wouldn’t.

But not knowing bothered him.

A lot of things were up in the air, and big changes were coming. But the biggest one was one he had no idea about. I was pregnant. The timing wasn’t great with everything being so up in the air around us, but Dylan and I were good. More than good. We were seriously solid and happy. His blue-green gaze ate me up as I waited. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps even bigger.

“Is there anything you wanna tell me, shortcake?” I tilted my head. There was no way he could know.Is there?

“Like what, Daddy?” I asked softly, almost innocently, knowing how much he enjoyed it when I did it.

“Anything.” His knee touched the mattress, but he didn’t move any closer.

“I need you,” I moaned, giving him a little smile. His eyes dropped to my breasts and lower before returning.

“Oh, you’re going to get me, baby. That is a definite. But first, you need to tell daddy what this is.” He uncrossed his arms and reached behind him. My eyes widened at what he held in his hand, and automatically, I chewed on my lower lip before sitting up.

“Dylan––“

“Nu-uh.” He shook his head. I didn’t like that I couldn’t read what he was thinking or feeling. “Are you pregnant?” he asked, still holding the positive pregnancy test between his fingers. I licked my lips and tried to swallow.

The moment I confirmed it, our life was going to change again. Don’t get me wrong, I was excited about starting a family with Dylan. We talked about it all the time. I was just worried about the timing. But even with all the worries and plans up in the air, I knew everything would be okay.

“Yes,” I whispered. His other knee hit the bed. The mattress groaned beneath his weight. Dylan moved closer, and my thighs spread to give him space.

“Come here.” In one seriously swift move, he had me straddling him, my thighs over his, our chests pressed close.

“Are you mad?” I asked. His manly brows bunched.

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