Page 30 of Stalked By the Third Baseman

I didn’t try to hide from her, either, as I followed her through the park and city as she lead us towards campus. I rolled my neck back and forth as my hands clenched and relaxed at my sides. They ached to reach for her. To grab her and finally kiss her.

Everything inside of me felt a little too uncontrolled.

I was afraid of what I would do when I reached her. My brows bunched when I noticed she picked up speed. Walking a little faster, the skirt of her dress swishing back and forth a little quicker. I almost thought I had imagined it, but then, suddenly, she started to run.

Watching her run only snapped the animal inside of me into place. She could run, but there wasn’t a place she could ever hide.

Not from me.

I dashed forward, and that’s when she looked back. Her hazel eyes widened before she turned to pay attention to where she was going. She zigged and zagged through the desert trail that connected the school to the main area of town. Luckily for us, it was empty without anyone around freaking out about what we were up to. Breathless laughter rang in the cool air as I picked up speed.

Normally, Callie didn’t run. She hated running, but it seemed that this last year, she had worked on her endurance. Heat and need coursed through me. The heavy thick length of my dick made it harder to run but not impossible. The moment she was within reach, my arm tagged her waist and she yelped. I clamped both my arms around her, pressing her back against my front, and growled.

“You knew I was behind you.” She whimpered, pressing her back closer against my front. “You knew and you ran.”

“I knew you would catch me.” She panted heavily, and I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her neck. “I’m sweaty,” she whimpered. Like that would be a turn-off. I smirked. My tongue took that as permission to lick. Salty sweetness bloomed on my tongue, and I groaned like an animal in pain.

“You taste fucking delicious.”

“Why is that hot?” She moaned softly.

“Because it’s real. It’s you. It’s me. It’s us,” I responded. “You have no idea what kind of thing you let catch you right now, baby.”

“Adam.” Her breath hitched as the hands I had at her belly moved upward. I glanced around. It was dark and only getting darker, which would make it difficult for anyone to see us from we were off the path, hidden. There were a couple of trees, but there was no way I would ever risk someone seeing my girl like this.

“When you walked out wearing this dress, all I wanted to do was shred it to pieces.” I panted. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?” My thumbs strummed against her tightly wound nipples. “Look at these little nips, so hard and standing at attention for me.”

“Adam,” she moaned, grinding her ass against my front.

“Is my ladybug horny for her man?”

“Adam.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” My teeth scraped against the shell of her ear, and I felt a shudder go through her. “Tell me how much you want me between these beautiful thick thighs.”

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Please what, Callie? Tell me,” I encouraged. “Tell me you’re mine, and there isn’t a fucking thing I won’t give you, baby.”

“I’m yours, Adam,” she moaned. Slowly, I turned her around to face me. My eyes searched hers. We needed to set something straight before we took things to the next level.

“You didn’t go.”

“I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because for me, Adam, it’s always been you, too.” My chest heaved, rising and dropping like I’d run a lot more than I had. “I knew I had to cancel before I got off the elevator. It didn’t feel right. I don’t want anyone else but you. My heart, body, and soul have been yours since I was sixteen. I was just too scared to tell you.” My eyes shut tight when I pulled her into me, hugging her close, loving the way her body melted into mine so fucking easily.

“Sixteen?”

“Hmm, I liked you a lot before that. You were my best friend, but that was puppy love.”

“Shit.”

“You remember that baseball banquet you made me go to with you? How we danced and you walked me to my door and kissed my cheek?”

“Yeah.” I swallowed hard, the memory of that night clear as fucking day. “You wore watermelon lip gloss that night. It was all I could smell. I wanted to kiss you so fucking badly,” I confessed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. She smiled.