Epilogue
SADIE
Ipeeked into the locker room and immediately froze.
Jeremy Fletcher was right in front of me as if he had been heading out.
“You,” he snickered, pointing a finger at me. “You know this is the guys’ locker room?”
“I think I saw a sign about that,” I said softly, biting my lip.
“He’s the only one left,” he muttered. “When I leave, you can lock the door. He was about to head into the showers.”
“Thanks.” I blushed furiously. Damn me for being too early.
“Right,” he muttered before waving goodbye, probably hurrying to meet Tere, who was returning from an away game. It was the end of her season and the start of theirs.
College sports were no joke. I don’t think I would ever come close to having the kind of dedication college athletes had to their sport.
Jason and I had been together for a couple of months now, and we were solid.
Steady. But the start of the season meant he had been busier.
Distracted about the future and what these next couple of months would determine when it came to what he would be doing after he graduated.
Not that I was worried. It would all work out.
We would figure it out. Those who heard us after finding out we had been together for a few months always gave us a look, and I understood it.
To them, it sounded na?ve. Childish and immature to think we would figure it out when we were both trying to go after such different careers, but we would make it work because there was no other choice.
He was mine and I was his.
Undoubtedly and completely.
It was also why I might have channeled my very own Jason and had been spying about the guys’ locker room this week. Waiting outside on one of the benches, waiting to see when the last person slipped out so I could surprise Jason with his very own stalker.
What was good for the goose was good for the gander after all.
I headed inside and locked the door like Jeremy had advised.
Tere and he were now together, too, though their story was even more…
quirky than Jason and mine. Though, quirky wasn’t exactly the right word.
If Jason had stalked me, I guess you could say Jeremy bullied her into giving him a chance, but that was their story to tell.
The locker room smelled like sweat, cologne, and testosterone while I walked towards the sound of running water. Before I knew it, I was standing at the edge of the doorway of the steamy showers, and there he was.
Star shortstop. Future Hall of Famer. My man.
My eyes couldn’t get enough of him. His back was turned to me as the water pounded down his muscles. Steam floated around him. I licked my lips when his muscles bunched and flexed and my body had no chance other than react to it.
Jason Lucas was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. And he is all mine. My man. My everything.
I couldn’t tear my gaze off his naked body, off the way water dripped down each line and ripped angle, the clench of his great ass.
And as I perved out on my sexy stalker of a boyfriend, I got it.
Understood him a little better than I had before.
I could see the allure of hiding in the shadows, watching someone in a private moment they didn’t expect anyone to be around.
And I liked it.
A lot.
My nipples tightened as I pressed my thighs together. Maybe this wouldn’t be the first and last time I creeped around and watched him when he didn’t know.
“You going to stand there all night, or you going to take those clothes off and scrub my back?” His deep voice almost echoed with a demand, his back still to me. Jason’s head turned. He had a wolfish smirk on his lips.
“You really think I haven’t noticed you around when I leave practice this week?” I opened and shut my mouth, loving the sound of his laughter.
Laughter that died instantly when I stepped forward and pulled the dress I was wearing specifically for this reason up and over my head, hanging it on one of the towel hooks.
“Sadie.” My name sounded like a gruff prayer. “Bare?” His tone dropped lower, rougher, as those light brown eyes I loved darkened, turned almost molten as they skimmed up and down my nude body.
“You walked around campus wearing nothing under that sexy little dress?” I shrugged.
“I knew I’d find you and you could maybe teach me a lesson for forgetting my undies.”
“Sadie.” His long cock thickened under my gaze.
“I left the ones I wore all day under your pillow… in case you wanna give me a show of how you used to use them when you stalked me.”
“Get your cute little ass over here, little bird,” he growled. I bit my lower lip before doing exactly as I was told.
The moment I was within reach, his mouth found mine and he lifted me up like I knew he would.
The water would turn cold before Jason was done showing me his appreciation at my attempt at stalking him.
But it was okay by me. We were both sweating and overheated by that point anyhow. Damn, life was good.