Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 16- Ryder

I put my hood up, making sure to turn away from the cameras that surround the bar.
I take the sharp nail from my pocket, puncturing her tire.
It's harmless really.
I just want more time with her.

I make sure it's a large enough hole so that air leaks out over her shift before finally heading inside.
To see my pretty girl.

The night goes on watching her, and I surprise her by asking for that fruity drink she made me the other night.
I just wanted to see her smile.

•••

I wait eagerly by the door for her at the end of the night, walking her back to her car.
I grab her arm gently before she hops in,
"Hold on- looks like you have a flat" I tell her.

She looks down at where I pointed, smiling for a moment before her expression turns to surprise.
"Oh wow, I didn't even notice" she tells me

Oh my pretty girl, what would you do without me?

I offer to help her fix it, hoping she says yes.
I just wanted to be near her a bit longer...
I smile widely when she admits she has no idea how to change a tire.
Don't worry doll, I'll fix it.

My grin widens when I get the chance to help her...
I just love being able to take care of my girl.
Even if I did cause the problem.

I kneel down, jacking up her car before taking my time removing the tire.
I can feel her eyes on me the whole time.
Look at me all you want doll.
I'm all yours.

I replace the tire with the spare, tightening it in place for her.
She beams up at me when I'm finished, thanking me in her sweet voice.
God I love that sound.

I watch her drive off with a smile, knowing I'd have her in my arms soon.

•••

Later that night, I slip inside her room, approaching her bed.
I press a kiss against the smooth skin of her shoulder before lying back next to her.
I just wanted to hold her. So bad.
I ever so carefully drag her closer to me, praying she doesn't wake up.

Her head rests against my chest and she curls up into me like a fucking cat.
That's right doll, my perfect girl.

One of her legs slips out from under the blanket, draping over my lap. I can see now that she's only wearing these little lace panties.
Fuck.
I can't help but let out a soft groan at how good she looks.
The smooth skin of her thighs so fucking inviting.

One of my hands traces soft shapes over her back to keep her relaxed.
The other travels to her thigh that's so perfectly displayed for me.
Begging for me to touch.
Such a good girl. Even in her sleep.

Her skin feels like silk as I trail my hand up and down her thigh. I can't help but go higher, feeling over her perfect fucking ass, cupping it in my hand.
Fucking perfect, I hum
I gently massage over the soft flesh, my dick jumping at how perfect it feels in my hand.

I just stay right here for hours.
Nothing has ever felt as perfect as having her sleeping in my arms.
I want this for rest of my god damn life.

I take her hand, threading our fingers together as she sleeps so soundly against my chest.

•••

I don't pull away from her until later in the morning, when I see her begin to stir.
I softly roll her off of me, my chest aching as I step out of her room just as she wakes up.

I started to stick around in her house during the day...
I was already being too risky so fuck it.

She came downstairs eventually, still wearing those panties and that flimsy tank top.
She just strolls around the kitchen with a grin, her skin practically glowing in the morning sun.
What a fucking sight.

Stopping, she hops up on the kitchen counter, sitting her pretty ass on the granite as she waits for her coffee to brew.
I've never been jealous of a counter before.

I watch as she sips her coffee, mixing a bunch of ingredients together in a large bowl.
Looks like she's making some sort of baked good.

She pours the batter into a muffin pan, setting it in the oven to bake.
I bite my lip as she walks into her living room, seeing the curve of her ass with each step.
Damn.
She smiles softly, sitting down with a book by the window while she waits.

She looks so fucking edible.
Her eyes drift across the pages smoothly, her body slowly relaxing.

About 40 minutes later, she pops back up to take the muffins out.
They look fucking delicious.
She picked out one, taking a big bite.
And moans.

She has to be fucking with me honestly.
This incredible fucking woman is torturing me, and she doesn't even know it.

She soon goes back upstairs to change before heading to the gym.
She steps out wearing a dark green set today that brings out her eyes.
Those pretty fucking eyes.

As she leaves, I decided to take the time to explore her house more.
Learn everything I could about her.
What she likes...
I wanted to give her everything.

I went through her kitchen, taking notes of all her favorite snacks, fruits, ice cream.
Anything.
I've noticed she likes to bake too.
How fucking adorable.

I went to her closet, looking over her clothes.
She'd look good in fucking anything, but I wanting to know what she liked, the sizes, colors...
For when I can buy her everything she wants.

Then, the bathroom, searching through all the different products for her hair and skin.
I wanted to learn all of it.
So I could do it for her when she was tired.

Once I was finished, I slipped out of her place before she got back, knowing I needed to go home and get changed before seeing her tonight.
I wanted to look good for my girl of course.

I took a shower, putting on some jeans and one of those t shirts she seems to like on me.
I spray on some cologne, shaving the stubble on my face before heading to her work.
Time to go see my pretty girl.