Page 46 of Stalked By the Linebacker

Through the years, we had discovered time and time again just how much his freak matched mine. His nose flared, and he was about to kiss me when he froze.

“Shit,” he rumbled. I glanced over and could hear a group of people laughing as they walked through the park.

“Later,” he promised the moment his gaze touched mine.

“Later.” I nodded, knowing my husband would more than deliver.

The excitement of almost getting caught was one thing; indecent exposure was another. We were both doctors now and respected members of our community. He backed away and adjusted the bulge in the front of his pants before taking my hand in his. We walked to where he had parked, and he drove us to the bowling alley for our date night, where we shared a pizza and then a pretzel. I always had a great time when I went bowling with Hector.

And when we got home? Hector made me get on my knees in the garage, where I begged for him to fuck my throat like a dirty slut. My dirty talk had improved five-fold through the years. My man gave me exactly what I needed until he couldn’t hold back and lifted me up off the floor and bent me over our car and fucked me so hard I’d wake up hoarse the next day. But it was worth it.

Every moment with my stalker ex-linebacker now doctor was worth it and so much more.

He liked to say he was a lucky guy, having found me and locking me down. But I always felt it was the other way around. I couldn’t believe the only guy I had ever crushed on was the man I got to spend forever with and work next to him as we made each and every one of our dreams come true.

Life was pretty dang good!