Stalked by the Cornerback (Obsessed Alphas #8)

3. Dylan

CHAPTER 3

DYLAN

I wiped my face and felt like a damn creep.

A stalker.

Fucking hell! The exact thing I had been trying to avoid happened. That thing in me hadn’t relaxed in the last forty-eight hours. Two whole goddamn days without seeing her, without texting or hearing her voice, and I was ready to come out of my skin.

I’d been pacing my dorm that I shared with three other guys. Crank, the linebacker for the football team I played on, and two baseball players. The way Jason and Jeremy were looking at me, I had already passed annoying them. I’d decided to get out and walk around my floor. Worst case, I could go down to a different floor and walk around there, too, or go for a run. It wasn’t like I wasn’t dressed for it in a black long-sleeve lightweight shirt and matching gym shorts.

When I stepped out and turned the corner, my eyes had felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

As if I had conjured her up with some magic spell, there she was.

Mattie Fuentes and her curvy body slipped out of a dorm. A dorm in my building and on my damn floor! I watched her close and lock her door before heading down the hall. Every step she took away from me felt wrong.

And I stupidly did the last thing I should have. I followed her.

I hadn’t called out her name like some normal guy. Like the kind of guy she deserved. No. I wasn’t normal. My entire life, I could have sworn I was, but this thing inside me that wanted her was so far from normal it was insane! Fucking sick and desperate with the way it needed to be around her. To look at her when she didn’t know it. To keep her safe.

Before I knew which way was up, I was in the co-ed showers. The ones for the people who lived in the double- or triple-occupancy rooms. There were four of us, so we had a private bathroom. Not only that, but we were also baseball and football players, which meant we got all sorts of perks, and that included the accommodations of where we slept.

Yet I stepped inside, and my feet quietly guided me towards the back of the showers, and before I knew what I was doing, I was staring hard at the curtain she was behind. My dirty mind couldn’t stop thinking about what she was doing on the other side.

She was probably naked and soapy.

Surrounded by steam.

I could imagine the way those bubbles slid down her body, and my mouth watered. Fuck, I was tempted to shove my fist into my mouth and bite down to stop myself from growling. Jesus Christ, what I would do to lick her clean. The AC kicked in, moving the curtain just enough for me to sneak a peek of her in there, and my hands fisted at my sides.

There she was. Naked. Smooth slightly tanned skin. Slick. And bent over, shaving her legs.

Fuck. My hands flexed at my sides before I brought them to my front. My cock was hard and ready, straining to get out of my pants and right into the woman it thought belonged to him. I stroked myself over my jeans to find some relief, but nothing helped.

Jesus, she was gorgeous.

Her smooth skin, slick with water and soap. Her curves on full display. My hands itched to touch her. Grip her body and hold her close to me. Kiss her under the hard pelting of the shower raining down on us until the whole building ran out of hot water. Until she begged me to do more than kiss her.

I was crossing so many lines, so many fucking boundaries, but it was like I wasn’t myself in that moment. My attention moved to the bag of clothes that sat right there on a bench.

I had no idea what came over me, but the moment I saw her pretty, pink panties sitting right on top, I reached in and swiped them. Shoving them into my front pocket. The water shut off, and I moved to the side of the shower, right into the stall next to her.

My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest with anxiety.

Will she catch me?

How the hell can I explain this?

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 to move. 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.