Stalked by the Cornerback (Obsessed Alphas #8)

6. Dylan

CHAPTER 6

DYLAN

My hands hurt.

Literally ached.

An overwhelming need to touch, to caress, powered through me, but for some godforsaken reason, I didn’t give in. Instead, I clenched and relaxed them at my sides. I rolled my neck side to side without tearing my eyes off the sleeping beauty in front of me.

What I am doing is wrong.

I knew it. Fucking hell, my dad had been a cop. I knew just how wrong breaking and entering was, but it still didn’t stop me. It didn’t stop me from watching her like some fucking creep who couldn’t seem to get his fill of her.

Mattie sighed, and I knew, no matter how long I stared at her, I’d never get tired of her face. I just wish I could look into her bright blue eyes. But since I’d snuck into her room in the dead of night, I could almost guarantee it would be a bad thing if she opened her eyes.

I squatted, moving as quietly as I could to get down closer to her level without waking her up. I had no idea how I managed. I was a big fucker, but somehow, I’d managed every night for the last two weeks. Risked everything just to watch her sleep. Knowing that if she opened her eyes, it would mess up any chance I might have had before this thing even started.

Being around Mattie Fuentes had become like a drug. I breathed in, and just like that, everything felt better. She made everything better. She and that strawberry shortcake scent that clung to her and made my mouth water.

This crush I’d had from the moment we met turned into something more. Something darker. Everything I’d done so far this summer was to get closer to her, and it had been fucking hell. She had stopped coming out to watch the practices after I didn’t say hi back to her two days ago, and it fucking killed. I’d seen the way the guys were watching her. Checking her out. I’d wanted to stab each one in the gut and pull their fucking eyes out. That night, when I had slipped into the co-ed shower, I had stolen another pair of panties to take the edge off.

The more time I spent following her, the hungrier the thing inside me grew.

Needier.

Starving.

I shook my head and glanced down. Even squatting down, I was taller than where she lay. Watching my girl sleep was my very own personal heaven and hell.

She could open her eyes at any moment, scream bloody murder because she caught me red-handed. Would she scream? Would she stare back at me and ask what the hell I was doing in her dorm room? Or would she open her eyes and invite me into her bed?

You wish, dumbass! the sliver of sanity I had left whispered.

I lifted my hand, so damn tempted to touch her. To feel her smooth skin beneath the pads of my fingers. But I couldn’t. I had to keep my hands to myself. She sighed in her sleep, and I dropped my hand.

My very own heaven and hell.

Heaven to be so damn close and hell because I couldn’t touch her. Not yet.

Finding out we lived in the same dorm and floor snapped whatever shred of common sense and decency I had. Following her around had stopped cutting it. Watching out for her from afar. Making sure no dumbass talked to her, and if they did, to let them know she was taken.

It wasn’t making me any friends on the team, that was for fucking sure. But I didn’t care. I was so damn enamored. Obsessed. It was wrong. Following her into spaces where she thought she was safe, like the showers. Her bedroom.

Every damn day, I woke up promising myself I wouldn’t follow her around anymore, only to do it quietly, with my heart lodged in my throat with every step I took. The thrill of excitement held me captive. Especially when I followed her into that co-ed shower. The sound of running water was now synonymous with a fucking hard-on for me. Every little sneak peek of her under that shower head. The scent of her body wash had me on edge. There wasn’t a shower I missed after that first one.

Every damn day for the last month, I had watched her shower, memorizing every curve and angle of her body while I stroked my dick, making sure to come as close as possible to her as I could. There was something inside me, something I had never thought about, that kept bombarding my mind since Jason had mentioned it.

Marking her.

Breeding her.

He might have been teasing me, but what he had brought to life was very real. I wanted to do just that. Tie her to me for life. We were both way too young for that kind of shit, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Every fucking night for the last six days, I slipped into her room under the cloak of darkness. Every night, I told myself if would be the last. But it wasn’t. Not even close. I kept lying to myself, over and over. Like some kind of animal.

Entering her place when she was working with the trainer and coming back when she slept. The space was small but cute, and being there made me feel closer to her. I was not in a place in my life to take the love of my life as my own. And that’s what she was. The love of my life. My other half. Mine.

She sighed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I watched, completely enraptured by the way her lips tipped up and the expression on her face softened. Is she dreaming of me? Does she even think about me? Does she hate me now?

Meeting her in that sports medicine class had been the best and worst thing to happen to me. Worst because after the course, summer hit, and I had to figure out how the hell to bump into her. How to find her. Not that her schedule made it all that hard to figure her out. Thankfully, she had her dorm all to herself this summer, so I could sneak in like this.

“Love you, pretty girl,” I whispered roughly. “Soon,” I promised.

Something came over me, something too overpowering and alive to stop myself. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead, letting them linger a little bit too long. I stood up and forced myself to walk out of her room and make my way back to mine. Thankful and disappointed she hadn’t woken up.

Every step I took felt wrong, but I still managed to get myself home. No one was home. Crank was working some shift at the diner, and Jason and Jermey were probably at some party.

I glanced at the clock on the microwave when I walked into the kitchen. It was a little after three in the morning, so if they were home, they would probably be sleeping. There was no one to ask me what the hell I was doing. No one to stop me. I had a feeling Jason wasn’t keeping tabs on me anymore after his warning.

No one who knew how fucking obsessed I’d grown with Mattie. No one to tell me to stop.

I grabbed a water bottle before heading to bed, then walked into my dark room and shut and locked the door behind me, setting the water on the nightstand beside my bed. I grabbed my phone from my pocket with one hand and started to tug the joggers I wore down my hips. Not all the way, just enough for my aching dick to spring forward.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

I was hard. Again. Fucking hell. Since meeting Mattie, I had been in this state constantly. The monster between my thighs jerked before it bounced against my abs.

I spit on my hand, not bothering to get in bed. This would happen regardless of where I was. With how I throbbed, I couldn’t wait another moment. I brought the black-cased phone up to my eyes and pulled up the pictures I’d taken of her. The hand I’d spit on glided over my dick, and I groaned.

“Mattie.” Her name sounded rough from my lips. “Fucking hell, baby girl.” I swallowed jaggedly, my mouth dry as I stared at her thick thighs in the image I’d snapped on my phone.

She’d worn my favorite sleeping shorts tonight. Light blue, white and navy plaid. I loved how soft and comfortable they looked. I liked knowing my girl was comfy in her bed. They were loose around her thighs, and by the time I’d snuck into her dorm room, they had already risen up her thigh. Tonight, she’d kicked off her blanket, saving me from having to pull it down slowly. I wondered if it was her subconscious knowing I would come and watch her. As if her body knew it should put itself on display for me.

My hand glided up and down my length, tightening at the base. My imagination ran wild with all the possibilities. But one stood out over the others. My eyes shut and my lips parted.

“Fuck,” I growled into the darkness.

She would look so damn pretty on her knees. With her tongue out, eyes wide while she looked up at me. Pleading silently for a taste of my dick. Mattie would be hungry for it. Needy. Her soft hands would slide up my thighs, and my head would tip back, not too much, just enough for me to still look at her.

My hand shuttled up and down as I imagined that pretty tongue on my dick. Her tits would bounce before she mouthed a sweet little please . My girl would lean in, and the moment I gave her permission, she would lick me. First around the fat mushroom tip then down the shaft and back up. She wouldn’t waste time teasing me, either. Not when she wanted it just as much as I did. Her lips would wrap around the head of my cock, and she’d suck me into the cavern of her mouth.

In and out.

Wet and drooling.

My hand would find the back of her head, tangle in her dark tresses while those bright blues glazed at me with lust. I’d pull her head down on my length, pushing her to take me further, and she would happily oblige. I’d feel her squirming in front of me, needing relief. Relief only I would ever give her. Mattie Fuentes was mine.

My eyes tightened, matching the grip I had on myself while I let myself get lost in the fantasy. Her throat would contract around my length, pulling me deeper, and my girl would gag but wouldn’t pull away. She wouldn’t even try.

A deep groan escaped my lips. I spit down on my hand again as it glided up and down, my breathing choppy. Mattie wouldn’t stop. Even as she gagged, she would take my dick in her mouth, sucking me off like the cock-hungry little slut she would be for me. My toes curled inside the shoes I still wore, and I could feel it. She would know, too. I’d warn her, tell her daddy was about to come, and she wouldn’t care. If anything, her lips would close around me tighter. This image in my head, the way it would feel, tipped me over. Before I knew it, white lights exploded behind my eyes, my body went taut and then shuddered as my dick shot my release.

“Mattie.” Her name sounded like a rough plea past my lips as ribbon after ribbon shot out and landed on the ground.

Catching my breath, I leaned against the wall. My eyes dropped to the milky white stain on the floor, and my jaw clenched tightly. That thing inside me burned from the inside out. My eyes locked on the cum I’d wasted.

Cum that belonged deep inside her body or covering her skin.

“Fuck,” I whispered into my quiet room before ripping my sweater off, bending to clean the floor before tossing that and the rest of my clothes into my hamper and falling into my bed butt-ass naked on my back.

I stared up at the whirring ceiling fan. The idea of something so crazy, so fucking insane took root in my head, and I couldn’t wipe it away. Breeding Mattie, watching her grow ripe with my child, making sure every asshole who came across her would know she was mine and only mine had been slowly growing. I had no idea why or what the hell was wrong with me. A kid was not what either of us needed right now, but fuck if I could simply brush away the thought.

Soon, my seed wouldn’t go to waste.

Soon, it would cover Mattie from the inside out because she was mine, damn it! Mine. Mine. Mine. The word repeated endlessly in my head as I drifted off to sleep only to dream of my perfect girl.