OBSESSED Series

Chapter 11

“I…I just…we were just having some fun,” squeaks some idiot to my left.

I spare her a brief glance, just long enough to discern who is talking. Who is responsible.

I gesture to one of the security guards that has followed me into the stands. “Get her out of here.” I jerk my chin at the idiot. “She doesn’t come back.”

They usher her out of the stands, no questions asked, while she sputters. That’s the kind of power I have around here. That’s the kind of power I’ll have wherever I’m going. But it’s becoming painfully obvious that I can’t stop people from recognizing that I’ve found the greatest treasure of my life. I can’t stop people from noticing her. Wanting her.

“You’ve overreacting,” she whispers as I untie her hair, arranging it in waves around her shoulders, hiding her delicious neck. Even her ears are tempting. Christ. “You can’t just have her banned from the stadium. She was only trying to help.”

“There is nothing to help,” I rasp. “Where is her shirt?”

Someone puts in my hands and I wrap it around her shoulders, buttoning it with as much efficiency as I can muster when I’m burning alive. Needing her underneath me. Needing everyone to stop looking at what’s mine. Now.

“There’s nothing to help,” Stella says, repeating me. “How can you say that?”

“Because I have eyes, Stella.”

“Then why can’t you see how different we are?”

My fingers pause on the final button. “What are you talking about?” She presses her lips together and shakes her head, so I prompt her again, desperate to know what’s going on in her mind. It seems bad. I don’t like it. I take her by the shoulders. “Talk to me. Tell me.”

“You should see yourself down there. You’re amazing,” she breathes for my ears alone. “I just thought…I don’t know. It’s stupid. I just thought you might want someone who matches you a little more?”

I must be dense, because I’m completely lost. “I’m in football pads and a helmet. You’re half naked in lipstick. We don’t match for shit, honey.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Goddamn, it’s sexy. “You know what I mean.”

“No. I don’t.” I squeeze her hips in my hands, her exasperation with me really revving my engine. “Did I mention how badly I want to fuck you?”

Pink stains her cheeks and I groan. “Y-yes.”

My cock swells more, the damn cup cutting into my aching junk. “Don’t blush and stutter. You’re making it worse.”

“I-I…I…”

This time, my groan is directed at the sky.

“Practice is over!” I shout over my shoulder—and that’s when I notice that, sure enough, everybody in the stadium is watching us. Every. Single. Person. They’ve stopped what they’re doing to witness my jealousy, my possessiveness of Stella. And my teammates are so curious about her now, they’re all but licking their chops.

I have to do something about this.

I can’t have them sniffing around her. I’ll lose my fucking mind.

Forget vandalism, I’ll commit homicide.

“Can you wait here for me here while I wrap things up with my coaches? They need some reassurance that I’m going to pass Western Civilization and suit up for the championship.”

“You are going to pass,” she murmurs, face tilted up to mine in the sunshine. Too beautiful for words. “I’m going to make sure of it. After watching you play…it would be a crime to keep you from this sport, Gage. You were born to play it.”

My throat aches. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

For the first time since my father died, I don’t feel so alone in this stadium.

I kiss her once. Turn to leave, then come back for one more, deeper this time. Then a third, because she’s getting into it, opening her mouth wide for me. Letting me taste every sweet corner. Finally, a whistle is blown and I manage to tear myself away. But now I’m on a mission. Keep other men away from my Stella at all costs. Derail their interest—and God, do they have interest. Despite the fact that I’ve covered her up, they’re all still staring at her when I reach the field. A manacle clamps around my throat, panic making me sweat.