Page 36 of Stalker's Valentine

“I love you, too.”

“Your kitty greedy, baby, or you need a break?”

“Again. Always again.” I growled, and she laughed when my face went back between her legs, and we went for another round.

Three orgasms later, two of hers one of mine, we were exhausted and tucked in her bed. My girl in arms, she was fast asleep. I glanced at the hamper where the evidence of my earlier visit sat.

Fuck. I almost got caught.

I needed to figure out my shit, and soon. There was no way she could find out I was her stalker.

Not when she was this stalker’s Valentine for the rest of our lives.

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. . .

I was living a dream.A real-life fairytale.

At least that’s how it had felt since Merri and I got tangled in the sheets after telling each other we loved one another. A whole week of sheer bliss. I still couldn’t believe the way it had happened. I couldn’t believe I’d left a window open and got scared, but I couldn’t regret it. Not when it meant we were together the way we were.

Like I said, real-life fairytale.

Valentine’s Day was around the corner, and I felt like it was kismet that it would be the first holiday we’d spend together. The most romantic day of the year, and I wouldn’t be alone this time. For the first time, I wasn’t single. I was in love.

Deeply, madly in love.

If you had asked me a month and a half ago if I thought it would be possible to fall in love, real genuine love, with someone in less than a blink of an eye, I would have laughed in your face.

But if I thought back, that’s what it had been like.

I might not have known Merritt’s name when we bumped into one another at the party, but I’d known there was something different about him. It was why I’d found the courage to askhim to have a drink. Of course, it had been a shame that he had walked away before I’d done it, but still, something about Merritt made me feel safe enough to be brave.

Not that I’d been bold or brave enough to tell anyone we were together just yet. Life had been busy. Not to mention I didn’t want to flaunt my new relationship when my older sister had just ended hers and was having a tough time moving on.

It was why we were out tonight, celebrating Galentine’s Day. The first night Merri and I hadn’t spent together since he’d come over when I’d stupidly thought someone had broken in.

Coral’s stupid ex had been spotted out around town with the same woman over and over. Making it tough for her to get over the breakup. Being as close as we were, we insisted on going out for a girls’ night, and we were surprised when she requested we go drinking and dancing.

Either way, it’s what we did.

We were at some hole-in-the-wall biker bar, dancing next to an old juke box after each of us had a shot. I had a water bottle next to me, while they nursed their beers. It was fun. We all swayed and danced to the beat of the song playing loudly.

I could feel the eyes of some bikers who had walked in a while ago but hadn’t paid them any mind. In our small town of Moonlit Pines, you met all kinds of people.

“It’s hot!” Raven said, grabbing my hand. “Wanna go outside with me?” I nodded. Walking out, I felt someone watching me again. That feeling hadn’t gone away even though the gifts had stopped.

Just as I was about to reach the door, I felt it.

The slight prickle of awareness at the back of my neck.

So strong, I glanced to my right and saw him. Vaguely familiar, there was a man staring right at me. With dark, almost black eyes and dark hair. I blinked but couldn’t place him. It had only been a second or two when our eyes connected, but therewas something about him, the way he watched me, that put my body on alert. Raven held the door open for me, and when she called out my name, I snapped out of it and followed her out. I shivered, not sure from the low temp or from the guy who had been staring at me.

“Cold?” Raven asked as we stepped outside.

“No.” I smiled. “You think she’s having fun?” Raven’s eyes softened. I didn’t need to clarify who I was talking about for her to know who I meant.

“I think she is. Dancing always helps her unwind. Remember those dance parties she’d make us have when we would study for finals or be doing homework?”

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