Page 9 of My Stalker, My Protector
He was only touching me to get inside the head of my stalker.
Not because hewantedto.
No. Cash is probably eager to find my stalker as soon as possible, so he can get rid of his best friend’s burdensome little sister. Didn’t he balk at letting me stay when I first arrived with my brother? Yeah, he’s definitely eager to send me packing. I’ll admit, his method of tracking down the person who has been terrorizing me is unusual, but what do I know about unearthing a stalker? His plan made sense when he explained it to me. Or was I just drowning in his magnetism? Distracted by the reverent—slightly rough—way he touched me?
“Scout. I am two seconds from kicking down this door.”
Those words bring me zipping back to the present. “Why?” I sniffle into the back of my wrist. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“No, I don’t need to use the bathroom. I need to not have this fucking door between me and you. I need to know why you ran away from me.”
“Oh.” Wincing, I let my head fall back against the door. Why do I always have to be so impulsive? How am I supposed to explain my vanishing act to him?Well, you see, I’ve always had a crush on you, but now that you touched me in a way no one has ever touched me, I think I might be in deep, deep puppy love.Humiliating.Don’t say that. “I’m just, um…well, I’ve never had an experience like that before and I think it caught me off guard.”
A long pause ensues. “Open the door.”
“Can I just have a minute?”
“No.” Is that thud his forehead hitting the door? “You can be caught off guard while I hold you, Scout. I wasn’t thinking. I…”
I turn and look at the door, as if I have x-ray vision. “What?”
“Maybe I was a little caught off guard, too.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Why?”
“I shouldn’t have enjoyed kissing my best friend’s little sister so much.”
“You enjoyed it?” I ask, unable to keep the breathless hope out of my voice.
A snort reaches me through the door. “Scout, you think my dick could get that hard if I wasn’t enjoying myself?”
“I don’t know how dicks work,” I respond defensively.
I can hear him breathing heavily through the door. “I don’t appreciate you being so fucking…endearing when I can’t see you and touch you, Scout. I don’t appreciate being kept from what’s mine.Open the door!” he finishes on a bellow.
Oh, I see, he’s still trying to venture into the mindset of my stalker.
I suppose I should let him.
Cash might have enjoyed kissing me more than he expected, but he still obviously wants to return to his normal life where he doesn’t have to play babysitter. “Okay, I’ll unlock it—”
I’ve only just depressed the button when the door is pushed open with enough strength to scoot me forward on the tile floor. And then I’m being scooped up from beneath my armpits, still naked. I’m sputtering for Cash to let me secure the falling towel, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. No, he’s tossing me up and over his big shoulder and stomping out of the bathroom.
Toward the bedroom.
Cash is taking me to hisbedroom?
Is he going to touch me again? What if he thinks we should have sex to help him understand the way my stalker thinks? Should I say yes?
I would love to give my V-card to Cash, but…
I want the moment to be real. Not part of a stalker-catching initiative.
“Um. Cash…”
Before I can speak another word, we enter a pitch-black room and the university’s baseball star throws me down on the bed, coming down on top of me in a split second. Pinning me, his warm, minty breath pelting my lips. “Don’t youeverrun away from me again, little girl.” His right hand closes around my throat, squeezing. “Do you understand me? Don’t youdare.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, confused by the tingle of excitement between my legs.