OBSESSED Series

Chapter 29

“Of course I will,” she says, voice catching, and the madness recedes, replaced with joy.

My mouth finds hers again, kissing her hungrily. When she slips her tongue into my mouth, her little fists curling in the front of my shirt, my cock starts to lengthen and swell again. We’re still wet with each other’s come. That slipperiness will help me fit easier than usual into her tight cunt. One more time. Just one more time.

At the front of the apartment, pounding has resumed on the door.

“Gage,” calls the offensive coordinator. “We have a security team waiting downstairs, especially for your girlfriend—”

“Wife!” I shout back.

He clears his throat. “I…sorry. We weren’t aware.” A beat passes. “There is a full security detail here to escort Stella to the game. We’ve arranged for her to sit in the family box, instead of the stands. Does that work for you?”

Relief hits me and I stroke her hair, rub my thumb across her bottom lip. “Yes.”

That’s good. I don’t want her in the stands.

She needs to stay as far from other students and players’ girlfriends as possible. Until I can clear up my lie. Until I can make everything right, I don’t want her to overhear whisperings of the garbage I fed my team out of jealousy. If she was made aware I said those disgusting words, I would die. I would drop dead from anguish.

“Stay in the box, honey, okay? Stay where it’s safe until I come get you after the game.”

Her smile is purer than sunshine. “You don’t worry about me. Focus on the game.” She kisses my lips softly and a wrench lodges in my throat. “I love you and I’ll be fine.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

Still, all the way to the field, there is a weight of dread pressing down on my chest.

Please let me fix this in time.

He’s incredible out there.

Watching Gage sail the ball down the field, take tackles, run like the wind, find gaps in the defense, I can’t help but marvel. I’m in the family box with the wives of the coaches and various administrators. They have all been very kind to me, even if they did look a little puzzled when I arrived with four hulking security guards with guns. Most of the wives aren’t paying attention to the game. They’re most interesting in catching up with each other and talking about their children, so I sit alone, glued to the glass.

How is that machine down on the field the same man who holds me so tenderly? How is that the same man whose mouth makes love to mine slowly one second, becoming demanding in the next? He seems so far away. Like maybe everything that has taken place since I met him was a dream. He’s everyone’s fantasy, isn’t he? Maybe he’s mine. Maybe I imagined it all.

But no.

The chafing on my thighs tells me we’re real. The heavy ring sitting around my throat like a collar means the last week truly happened.

You will marry me, Stella.

Truer words were never spoken. I’m not sure I could make it a day without his arms around me. Without his skin warming mine. I’m in love. I’m so in love, it’s practically painful. I never could have imagined this deep, consuming brand of passion before now. But I’m letting it take me. I’m being sucked down into the inky darkness of obsession along with Gage and it’s exhilarating. I can hear every breath I take, loud and echoing in my head. I have permanent goosebumps. My breasts feel exposed, even fully covered, because they’ve been so well loved. Sucked and squeezed and bitten. Even though I speak and nod at everyone who addresses me, I’m thinking of him. Getting back to him.

I blow out a shuddering breath, fogging up the glass in front of me. I am not going to let my schoolwork suffer, even though my relationship with Gage is huge and overwhelming. I cannot fail to seize the opportunity I was given. There has to be something just for me. The way he has football, I have academics. I can’t allow anything to derail me from that.

That will be easier said than done, I’m guessing.