Page 6 of Stalked By the Third Baseman

Taking in those tan lines on her body as the sleep shorts rose higher, revealing a wide sliver of her abdomen, made my hands ache to touch and lips tingle to taste. My eyes roamed up higher and higher until my fingernails dug so deep into my palms I was positive there would be marks left behind. Not only had her tank bunched up, but her tits were almost spilling out, and the sight of her under boob so damn close was going to make me crack.

Mine. Mine. Mine, that thing in me panted. It sounded more and more like a feral animal that paced back and forth in my head with every tick of the clock I stood there. Caged and starving, looking at her, I knew she was the only thing in the world that would sate it.

She was mine. All mine. Every inch of her would belong to me. Soon. Sooner than later, there wouldn’t be a bit of her skin I wouldn’t have had my hands and mouth on. From the top of her head to every damn toe and the heels of her feet to everything in between.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. My hands fisted at my sides tightly, and I knew if I stood there any longer, I’d do something stupid. Like touch her. I swallowed hard; my Adam’s apple bobbed painfully. The memory of holding her, hugging her, was so damn clear in my mind’s eye.

Callie would be soft, so damn soft my hands would never get enough of feeling her beneath my palms. They ached to grip her plump ass cheeks as I lifted her body up and her legs wrapped their way around my middle.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from that perfectly formed under boob. I wasn’t sure what she was dreaming about, but the shadow of her dark nipple stood out against the soft material of her sleep shirt. I licked my lips, dying for a taste.

It would be so easy to kneel again and pull the material down to pop that little chocolate chip nipple into my mouth.

Sweat formed as I imagined how she would look at me. The way her hazel eyes would glaze over with need. Would Callie blush for me? Would she moan or bite away any sounds? Would her hands find their way into my hair and tug to push me away? Or to keep me pressed to her?

One filthily sweet image bombarded me after another, making it so damn hard for me to take one clear step back.

Soon. That dark thing inside me found its voice. Soon, Callie will be mine. All. Fucking. Mine. And when she was, I’d be her first, and she would be mine.

My hand dropped to the heavy bulge in front my running pants, clenching my palm against the hard ridge to find some kind of relief. It would have been easy to pull my pants down and free my cock and come right then and there. Maybe smear a little onto her skin.

Soon. I breathed in slowly and stepped out.

But not before stealing a pair of her dirty panties that sat atop of her overflowing laundry hamper. They would be the one thing that got me through having to be states away for the next couple of days.

They would have to be.

THREE

CALLIE

“Are you sure they’re missing?” Rox asked from the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

“I’m sure.” I frowned, glancing back at my room.

“Maybe they’re under your bed?” She set the bowl next to her on the couch. “Want me to help you move it?” I opened and quickly shut my mouth. I had a queen-size bed in there and knew if I said yes, Rox would totally mess up her relaxing day to go help me.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” I shrugged, shaking my head. “They probably went back there. I’ll look for them this weekend.”

“Are those like… lucky panties that we’re missing or…” Rox asked, letting the words drift in the air. I playfully rolled my eyes.

“There is no such thing as lucky underwear.” I scoffed.

“Speak for yourself!” She laughed. “I have a pair of red silk ones that when I wear them…” She kneeled on the couch, resting her hands on her face as she looked at me innocently. “I always have a great night!”

“With a guy or a toy?” I responded. She might have dramatically gasped, but we both started to laugh. “Okay, I have all my laundry stuff sorted. If you want, you can put your hamper next to mine, and I’ll take care of it in the morning,” I offered, knowing just how tired Roxie must be from her full load of classes and the two jobs she was juggling after a fender bender with a guy from school.

Tonight was one of her rare days off, and it was one of the reasons I was so bummed that I had to go to work and couldn’t just hang out with her.

“You don’t have to—“ she started to say, but I shot her a look and she smiled softly. “Thank you.” She made a face. “I promise, according to my trusty dusty spreadsheet, I only have one month of needing to work these crazy hours, and I will be all done paying off that asshole’s truck.”

“I still can’t believe that guy!” Some frat guy on campus had backed up into her, yet Roxie was the one who had to work two gigs to get it fixed. There was also the whole thing about Roxie driving without insurance, but it still sucked. “He’s such a bully,” I muttered. She shrugged.

“It’s fine.” She huffed and, for a moment, it almost felt like she was avoiding my gaze.

“It’s not! I still think you should talk to Adam and see if he knows him somehow.”

“Oh, they know one another,” she muttered, and that piqued my interest.