Page 38 of Pucking Obsessed

My eyelids grow heavy, and I try to fight it, not wanting this moment to end. I don’t want to say goodbye to him, even if it’s just to drift off to sleep. As his hand cups the back of my head, holding me close to his chest, I can’t fight it any longer.

Just as I’m on the edge of sleep, I hear his voice. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

I wake to the warm, wet pull of Hayden’s mouth on my nipple, the soft scrape of his teeth teasing me to full consciousness. Hayden is sprawled between my thighs, one hand kneading my other breast while his lips worship my skin. His hair is damp, beads of water trailing down his neck and shoulders. He must have showered while I was asleep. My body feels languid and content.

“Morning, princess,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating against my chest. “I couldn’t wait anymore. I can’t get enough of you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I let out a soft sigh as my fingers slide into his hair, tugging lightly. His lips travel up to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make my pulse spike beneath his mouth. I let my hands roam, brushing over his broad shoulders, the corded muscles in his neck, as I feel the last remnants of sleep slip away.

“I almost couldn’t wait to be inside you,” he admits, his voice thick with hunger. “The thought of waking you up like that—” he groans softly, nipping at my neck.

Without thinking, the words tumble from my lips. “That might be kind of fun... waking up with you already inside me, fucking me awake.”

Hayden stiffens for a moment before a low, guttural sound escapes him. His head drops to my chest, his teeth grazing my skin. “Fuck, princess. If you keep talking like that, I’m never letting you out of this bed.”

“We’re going to be late for class. I mean, if we’re still going, after last night?” I bite my bottom lip because even as amazing as last night was with Hayden, we still have a lot of problems to solve.

He nuzzles his face against my chest, groaning like he’s thinking about tying me to the bed before finally sitting up and dragging me with him. I can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger on my body, his hands brushing over me as if he’s memorizing every inch.

He grudgingly stands, pulling on a pair of sweatpants, but his intense focus never leaves me. “I’ve got hockey practice, but you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll have eyes on you all day.”

I glance at him sideways, but I don’t argue. I know better by now. Hayden doesn’t make promises lightly. He’s not going to let anything happen to me, and I’m okay with whatever he thinks he needs to do.

He steps closer, resting his hand on my hip as I start to dress. “Tristan, Callum, and I will figure out who the third guy was and why they attacked us last night. I don’t want you worrying.”

“Something was off about the whole thing,” I admit, pressing my palm against his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

I take a deep breath. “That guy could’ve killed me last night. He was close enough to do damage, but he didn’t. It was like they weren’t really there to hurt us. In the moment, it didn’t feel that way, but looking back? It’s like they were just trying to scare us. Like the note. There have been so many chances, Hayden, where I could’ve been seriously hurt or worse. But I wasn’t.”

His jaw tightens, and I can see the wheels turning in his mind. He doesn’t respond immediately, but his hand comes up to cup my face. “We’ll figure it out,” he finally says, his tone full of conviction. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

His hands slide down to my waist, then lower, groping my hips and stomach, his other hand moving up to cup my breast. His lips brush against my neck, and I feel the heat of his breath against my skin. “I promise.”

HAYDEN

I’m walking across campus to burn off some of the irritation that I haven’t seen my girl since this morning. It’s been a week since the attack in the woods, and we’ve all been on edge. Callum was able to get Tristan and me unregistered guns like his. We both have experience with shooting on a range, and even own a few pieces we’ve inherited, but we need to be undetectable if we have to use them. We don’t know what fuckery is coming next or where from so we keep them concealed on us at all times unless we’re showering or sleeping. Ramsey pulled through, hacked Dawson and Kyle’s social media and email accounts, and made it look like they decided to dip out of Castlebrook before the weather turns really bad.

It’s not uncommon at a school like this for students to just fuck off for weeks at a time, because nothingreallymatters here. I’m sure there are some whispers going on, people side-eyeing the fact that Dawson lives to be the Quarterback, but I’m not too worried about anyone looking too far into it. For fuck’s sake, my mother was stabbed to death right outside of the campus grounds, and there hasn’t been a peep from anyone about the investigation.

I’m pissed that one of the guys is still out there, still a threat, still breathing when he shouldn’t be. The fact that he’s walking around and not on the ground with my shoe print on his face is a fucking problem for me. I will find the motherfucker, not just to tie up loose ends, but also because he dared to target Madison. He scared my girl, and that just won’t do.

I send Madison a quick text, and my lips twitch in irritation when I remember she’s in class. She won’t answer me right now. It’s not the first time this morning I’ve sent her an unanswered text, and it probably won’t be the last.

I know it’s unreasonable, but the thought of her sitting in that classroom where other guys get to be in her immediate presence and I don’t has me feeling violent. I don’t care that it’s irrational. I don’t like sharing her in any capacity, and someday, I won’t. I don’t like knowing other men exist in her world, even if it’s just a lecture hall.

She belongs to me. Every thought, every glance, every second of her day.Mine.

My phone buzzes, and I yank it out of my pocket, hoping it’s Madison.

Instead, it’s the group chat with Callum and Tristan.

Callum’s selfie lights up the screen, his shirtless torso front and center, a cocky grin plastered across his face.

Should I get this pic on a T-shirt? I feel like I could probably sell it at games.

I glare at the screen, already annoyed. He is such a motherfucker. He has more money than he could ever spend in his lifetime, which just means he wants a reason to show off his abs and also annoy Tristan.

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