Watching You

Chapter 1

One

Kane

The mansion looks dead.

I kill the engine and sit in silence, staring at the house I grew up in. Most of the lights are off, except for one upstairs—Kinsley’s room. She’s probably still packing for move-in tomorrow, dragging half her closet to campus like she’s prepping for a fashion apocalypse.

I should’ve driven straight back to Northern Tennessee. Five hours on the road would’ve been better than this. Better than walking into a house that reeks of pressure and legacy and everything I never asked for.

The scrimmage today was brutal. Rhett’s birthday party afterward?

Even worse. Beers, bonfires, and the same recycled girls who think a tight dress and fake laugh will get them a jersey number.

I didn’t even stay the night. I contemplated driving the five hours back to campus, but I drove here instead.

I needed a shower and a moment of peace before the football season swallows me whole.

I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair as I step out of the Range Rover, stretch, and sling my duffel over my shoulder. The night air bites at my skin, but it’s the silence that gets me. This place always feels like it’s holding its breath.

Inside, I punch in the alarm code and tiptoe through the foyer.

I don’t want to scare the shit out of mom.

She’s got enough anxiety as it is. To be fair, I’m sure I’d have the same condition if I were married to someone like my father.

The bastard only cares about two things: his precious tech company and me securing my position as first draft pick in the NFL.

Marble floors. Cold walls. My father’s shrine to success.

I hate it here. I feel my chest squeeze because it always feels suffocating here, making my visits far and few between.

I hate being back here, hate having to speak with my father about the importance of my future.

I should have just chugged an energy drink and made the long trek back to campus tonight.

I grab a water bottle from the fridge, down half the bottle, and head upstairs. Kinsley and I share the second floor, but I haven’t seen much of her since I left for college. She’s loud, dramatic, and allergic to silence. I’m not in the mood.

Laughter echoes from her room—hers and someone else’s. Softer. Warmer. It stops me cold.

I know that laugh.

I don’t know how, but I do.

I shake it off and head to my room. Drop my bag. Kick off my shoes. Peel off my shirt. The tension in my shoulders is a vice, and all I want is steam and silence.

As I reach for the doorknob, the bathroom door swings open. Out tumbles a gorgeous little sunflower, petals and all, right into my arms.

“Whoa!” I exclaim, catching her. An adorable little squeal comes from her pouty lips, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Are you alright?” I ask, my eyes falling on her captivating violet ones that beam up at me like two sparkling gems. She looks startled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, and I notice how her delicate hands drop the clothes she was previously carrying onto the floor.

“K-Kane?” she stutters, trying to pull away from me, but I hold her firm. Her intoxicating scent of vanilla and something floral hits me like a wave, knocking me off balance. Her soft, warm hands on my bare chest send a jolt straight to my cock.

“I… yeah, it’s me. And you are?” I wonder, genuinely confused. She looks familiar, but I can’t quite place her.

Her expression fractures. “You don’t remember me?”

I shake my head, but something’s clawing at the back of my mind. A memory. A girl with braces and big glasses. Always quiet. Always… counting? Yeah, counting steps, counting bites at the dinner table, but that memory fades as quickly as it came. “Sorry, should I?”

“Of course you should, you jerk!” She pushes against my chest to break free from my grasp.

But I’m quick, gently holding her upper arm to keep her close.

There’s something about her little temper that sparks something deep within me.

A strange hunger, an urge to get to know this little firecracker.

I have no idea why I’m so fixated on this curvy seductress in front of me.

She’s gorgeous, no doubt, but there’s also something about her that springs old memories to mind.

“What’s your name, sunflower?” I whisper, my voice soft as I lean in slightly, pressing her against the wall, letting her feel all of me. She glares up at me, her violet eyes flashing with indignation as she sucks in a deep breath.

“I’ve been around you since I was twelve, Kane! How drunk are you not to remember me? I’m Blair, you asshole.”

The name hits me like a curse. Like a promise.

“Blair…” I repeat, trying to wrap my mind around a name that feels both new and strangely familiar.

She shakes her head, her golden hair shimmering like sunlight.

Then, with a swift motion, she pushes me away, breaking free from my grip.

I watch in awe as she ducks under my arms, striding toward my sister’s room with a fiery determination.

I’m speechless and transfixed, watching the way she walks like a queen, swaying confidently while wearing those adorable pajama shorts that leave little to the imagination.

“Wait, Blair!” I call after her, but she is already gone, the door to my sister’s room slamming shut behind her.

What the hell just happened?

Blair’s been my sister’s best friend for as long as I can recall, her new roommate, in fact.

Sure, I haven’t seen her in a few years, but fuck, if that was Blair Everett, then somewhere along the way she blossomed into the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, and fuck me, she’ll be at my college.

The thought makes me groan as I lean over, grabbing the clothes she dropped.

I step into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turning the lock.

I pull the clothes up to my nose and inhale her heady vanilla perfume. Some skimpy lace panties slip from the pile, and I bend to scoop them up, tossing the other clothes on the floor. The soft material slides through my fingers as I pull out my phone. I need to know if this is the same girl.

Quickly, I type her name into my social media app.

My breath catches when I see her beautiful face shimmering back at me.

There she is, my little sunflower, radiant and alive, her delicate blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders, framed by the dazzling sunlight.

She’s beside my sister, yet the image pulls me deeper into my possessive thoughts as I notice her in a skimpy swimsuit, those luscious curves effortlessly commanding attention.

What the fuck? Other people shouldn’t see her like this. The overwhelming surge of jealousy floods through me like a tidal wave, demanding I storm into my sister’s room to force Blair to delete all these sexy photos and send them directly to me instead.

Immediately, I slam my phone down on the counter, the weight of my thoughts almost too heavy to bear.

My heart pounds in my chest as I raise the fabric of Blair’s panties to my nose again, the sweet scent evoking a primal need within me.

My cock hardens painfully in my pants, desperation clawing at my insides.

I need relief; it is suffocating. Clutching the silk tightly, I quickly shed my pants, the cool air hitting my skin only further igniting the fire burning inside me.

A groan escapes my lips as the image of Blair on her knees dances in my mind, flickering like a flame in the dark.

“Open up, sunflower,” I utter, a mix of command and desire pooling in my voice.

I grab her hair tightly, tilting her head back, a gesture of both possession and adoration.

An exquisite shiver runs through her as my intentions become clear.

She gasps as I bring myself closer, my length hovering tantalizingly above her open mouth, an invitation I find difficult to resist.

“You’re pierced,” she breathes, her voice soft and tremulous. The sight of her wide, innocent eyes, filled with disbelief and interest, sends a shiver down my spine.

“I am. Make sure your pretty lips and tight little throat are wrapped around my cock and suck me like it’s all you want to do, because right now, that’s the only thing you can do.

Take it like a good girl, and I’ll reward you.

” A chuckle escapes my lips, dark and lust-filled, as I relish in the captivating tension binding us together.

A flash of hesitation dances behind her eyes, but with eager obedience, she leans forward. The warmth of her breath envelops me as her mouth opens, inviting me.

“Mmm, yes, just like that. Suck on my piercing,” I order, the teasing lilt in my voice coaxing her deeper into my desires.

“Yes, sir.” The word falls from her lips like sweet honey, sending my world tilting on its axis. Who would’ve thought that such a simple title could ignite such fire within me? I have no doubts—Blair is mine. Maybe she always has been from the moment I first laid eyes on her all those years ago.

Her mouth wraps around my cock, and an intoxicating sensation surges through me as her tongue flicks over the cool metal piercing. I groan, an animalistic sound born of pure craving.

“You’re the sexiest, most innocent, and most delicious little virgin I’ve ever had. You’re mine, sunflower.” With each movement of her mouth, she proves the truth of my claim, her innocence mixing beautifully with her burgeoning sexuality.

“Fuck, Blair. Your hot mouth feels so good. Take me all the way, baby.” Her doe-like eyes look up at me, unwavering, as she takes me deeper.

There is a struggle on her face, a beautiful conflict, as tears begin to brim in the corners of her eyes.

I can’t help but thrust harder, indulging in her soft warmth as I press against the back of her throat.

Seeing the outline of my fat cock under her jaw has me pounding into her warmth with a new sense of urgency.

Tears mix with her mascara and stream down her reddened cheeks.

She clenches her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in her pussy.

“Does my girl need to come?” I tease, relishing in the whimper that escapes her trembling lips.

An insatiable need surges in me, and in a flash, I rip at the strap of her small tank top, exposing her ripe, full breasts.

The skin beneath my fingers is soft and warm, and I can’t resist the impulse to knead them roughly.

“Your body is perfection,” I murmur, my fingers expertly twisting her nipples, delighting in the way she moans around my cock, her body arching and rocking in tune with my urgent thrusts. I know that I won’t last much longer, the heat pooling low in my belly, but I want more.

“I want to fuck your sweet little virgin cunt, I want to fill you with my seed, Blair.” My hand grips her chin firmly, guiding her gaze to meet mine.

The hunger in her eyes is undeniable, and she opens her mouth again, eager to taste every part of me.

I rub the wetness of her saliva and my pre-cum over her puffy lips, painting her as mine.

“Do you want that, sunflower? Do you want to be my girl? You want me to take your virginity, own every part of you?”

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice barely above a breath.

“I’m going to ruin your pussy. It will never forget the shape of my cock, Blair. But not tonight.” I slam my cock back into her mouth, suppressing her gasp as she moans helplessly. The valley of pleasure between my aching desire and her sweet submission feels like an eternal dream.

I relish in her struggle as she moves her hand down her stomach and into her panties, seeking relief from the ache.

“Nu uh,” I tsk, my voice low and heavy with authority. “Only I can soothe that ache between your thighs.” She lets out a low whine as her body moves in time with my urgent thrusts. The way she responds only stokes my desire, igniting a fire that courses through me.

“Whose mouth is this?” I demand, pulling out just long enough to allow her to gasp for air, a moment too brief as her breath intertwines with my need.

“Y-yours,” she stutters, her innocence sparking a primal instinct within me.

“You’re such a good little toy. Drink me down.

Take everything I give you, my dirty little girl,” I growl, as her compliance drives me to the edge of sanity, pleasure coursing through me, threatening to consume us both.

With a final, powerful thrust, I erupt, surrendering to the release that washes over me like raging tides.

I watch her struggle to swallow every drop, the sheer sight of it igniting an unquenchable fire in my core, a visceral reminder of her submission and my dominance.

I love seeing her tears. I want to taste them, to taste her submission. I’m addicted to it.

I come in her black lace panties, eliciting the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.

The visual of Blair on her knees felt so real and visceral that it had me coming so hard I’m seeing stars.

I wrap the silk around my sensitive crown, coating it with my seed.

Pure satisfaction radiates through me at the sight.

This little obsession is completely irrational, and yet, I’m becoming completely infatuated with my sister’s best friend, and I know this is only the beginning.

It’s not a crush. It’s not even lust—not really. It’s a hunger that’s been waiting in the dark for years, and now that I’ve tasted the edge of it, there’s no going back.

Every breath she takes, I want to own.

Every step she counts, I want to interrupt.

Every rule she clings to, I want to break until she can’t remember who she was before me.

Blair Everett walked into my house tonight and lit a fuse I didn’t even know was there.

And I’m going to follow the burn until there’s nothing left in her but me.