2. Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Klaus

A s if I couldn’t leave well enough alone, I’ve stupidly stuck around after the game ended. My team beat the Ravens, 30 to 13. Summers had a 1-yard touchdown run in the first quarter and an 8-yard score in the second half giving us the lead with Campbell adding another 1-yard touchdown with 9:45 remaining on fourth and goal. It was a fucking incredible game, that I couldn’t be prouder of my boys. They went out celebrating before their flight back home.

Instead of following their lead, I extended my trip because of an “old buddy” of mine’s sudden death. Yet, it’s just an excuse to see her again. There’s no way I could have left this town without seeing those blue eyes again. I may have physically been working but my mind continuously drifted to the sad ocean eyes of that beauty. My curiosity got the best of me. Winning over my body as if I had no control, as if I were a mere puppet being pulled on some strings.

I stand outside the extravagant mansion once more; this time is different. The sun beams over me, the cold winter breeze makes it a beautiful day. After I disappeared from this house a few nights ago, I suspect she had found her father dead. I kept tabs on the house and the ambulance was called later that night. His death was ruled from a natural cause, due to heart failure. And, this morning it was stated that the funeral would be this weekend. Which is why I stayed. Why? Couldn’t fucking tell you. Is it smart being here? Fuck no. But I’m hypnotized by this girl.

Lifting my hand slowly, I bring my knuckle up to the oak door and knock three times before the door slowly opens and I’m welcomed with the eyes that have held me captivated. Her eyes are puffy and slightly red like she’d been crying still, her nose has a hint of pink on the tip. Her freckles are illuminated the way the stars are in the night sky. I have the biggest itch to count just how many she has just because I’ll be the only one close enough to do it. Her eyes widen and her lips part as I continue my assessment of her face. Without even thinking I push her wavy hair away from her face and push it behind her ear. My fingers stay on the soft strands, caressing them while we stay in this moment of pure bliss.

Her throat constricts as she swallows and it only causes my cock to harden at the thoughts of my dick in her mouth as she swallows around me. Pulling myself out of those thoughts I take a step back and pull my hand away, already hating the distance between us. This is wrong. She’s too young, way too fucking young.

“I apologize. My name is Niklaus. I was friends with your father at one point in college. I just came to pay my respects.” I say, lying through my teeth. She stares at me surprised, and completely in awe.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea he was friends with the Coach of the Wescott Wolves.” She coughs, a small smile taking over her face as she blushes. So, she’s a fan.

“We weren’t that close anymore. But I still came to pay my respects. I’m staying nearby and wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help you during this difficult time.” I say softly, guilt surrounds my words without her knowing. I’ve never felt guilt or remorse after a hit. I do my job and leave. So, why now? Why does this girl have me regretting the hit?

“I appreciate that. If you’d like to stay here, you’re more than welcome to. Honestly it would be nice not to be here alone. My mother won’t be back in time for the funeral, they just never saw eye to eye. Besides she’s with her new boyfriend and he takes priority right now especially during the holiday.” She closes her mouth quickly, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I blurted that out.” The air in the room seems to disintegrate and turn into one filled with lust as we stare at each other.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I say hoarsely, her blush extends from her cheek down her neck. My fingers twitch as I think about gently caressing the pink tint on her face. I imagine gliding my finger under her jawline, tilting her neck to the side so I can kiss and lick her soft skin. I wonder how red she would turn with just a few spanks of my belt.

“Yes, please.” She whispers, and with just those words. I know I’d do anything to keep her. She may not be mine, but she will be.