Page 11 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

The rope I had been holding on for years started to tether the very first day I took hold of it. How many times had I thought I was close to letting go? How many times had life laughed in my face with other plans?

“I don’t know! I didn’t even think you liked him when you worked at the high school.”

“I don’t,” I growled. My hands moved from her hips up her body with a mind of their own. They took liberties I had no right to, but fuck me, I was too far gone.

Years.

Decades of waiting for this moment.

But it wasn’t like I had wanted. It wasn’t like I wanted it to be. It wasn’t perfect, and she deserved perfect.

“So, you don’t like him, and that’s why?” I swallowed hard. She was fucking clueless. I could keep her that way, but if I did, I’d lose her. You might have already lost her, dumbass! a voice hissed.

Focus! I knew her. She followed through with whatever she set her mind to. And by the looks of it, she was dead set on kicking me out of her life and having a baby. A baby. Just the thought of Kait round with my baby had my dick leaking cum.

“I hate that lying, cheating sack of shit.” I hissed. Fear and anxiety were a bitch alone, but mixed together? They were almost too much to handle.

“Cheating sack of?—"

“He’s been keeping an eye on you for me,” I confessed, letting the consequences fall where they would. Brewer keeping tabs on her was the least of my worries. Especially if I brought her back to my place. What would she do if she saw the room I’d dedicated to her? The way her name had been carved into the wooden headboard and the top of the desk from where I watched her? What would she think of the endless pictures that were on my wall of her, most of which had been splattered with my cum after weekends of spending any and all my free time in there, jerking my dick to her and only her?

“Keeping an?—"

“But the asshole failed to mention these little trips to a fertility clinic. What were you thinking?”

“That I’m thirty-eight and life has passed me by because I’ve been so in love with my best friend that I sat around waiting for something that would never happen,” she cut me off. My eyes shut as I leaned forward.

“Fuck,” I cursed.

“I get it. You don’t see me that way and?—"

“I do. Didn’t you hear me?” I growled after cutting her off. “Fuck me, I do, bug?—"

“Stop calling me that!”

“Never,” I growled, too far gone. It wasn’t her fault. She had no idea how I felt about her.

But I was done.

Done waiting.

The fear of her really cutting me out of her life was a palpable thing in my chest that was fighting with the obsessed being she had brought to life.

“Never will I stop calling you that. Never will I stop wanting you. Don’t you feel how much I want you right fucking now?”

“It’s adrenaline and fear that we won’t be friends anymore that’s making you…” She sounded almost breathless, and all I wanted to do was lean forward and lick the side of her face. Do it, a voice whispered darkly. Do it. Lick her.

“What? Say it,” I clipped instead. “Say it,” I demanded as my head dipped down, my eyes pinned to the pulse point going crazy at her neck. “What am I right now, Kaitlyn?” I asked in a harsh whisper. I felt breathless and almost powerless over the beast inside of me that was fighting to get out as I watched her lean back, giving me more access to her neck as she trembled in my arms. The slight movement gave me hope.

“Hard,” she panted. “That’s the only reason you’re hard right now. That’s all it is. A normal reaction.”

“Bullshit.” I shook my head. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Kait?”

“Red—"

“That little breathless Red will bounce around my head all night. You know that? That your voice is the one I fall asleep to and the one I wake up fucking wishing I’d hear first thing?” My control wavered, and I licked her. My tongue swiped her neck. Nice and slow. Tasting her skin made me sweat like I’d just jogged ten miles in eighty-degree weather. “Your eyes, fuck me, those eyes, I’d do anything, dress like a fucking clown, sit inside a dunk tank, get pied in the face by asshole students all just to see those eyes of yours sparkle with happiness.”

“Red?”