My Stalker – My Protector Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Novella, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“That was a good start,” I rasp, still overcome, but knowing I have to keep up the ruse or risk going off the deep end if she rejects me or I scare her or a million other things that could go wrong. “I’m getting an idea of how he thinks, but we’ll need to keep this up—”

Before I can finish my sentence, Scout throws herself off the table and sprints naked into my bathroom, locking the door behind her. And two things happen at once. Bad things.

One, my heart almost rips in half over the possibility that I hurt or scared my precious angel. This girl who owned me from the moment I saw her.

Two, by running, she awakens my predatory instincts so fast, I almost choke on them.

“Scout!” I roar, stomping after her.

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Scout

I slide down the bathroom door, completely forgetting that I’m naked as a jaybird until my bare butt hits the cold tile. Absently, I reach up and snag the towel hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around myself for warmth. Because I was hotter than I’ve ever been a mere two minutes ago, but my ardor is rapidly cooling and leaving nothing behind but embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh, Scout,” I mutter, slapping both hands over my face.

There’s a loud pound on the door, but I barely process it. I’m too busy replaying the most intense, most magical moments of my life under the hands and mouth of Cash Jenner. I got completely lost in him, in what he was doing to me. Our connection felt so real. My heart even got involved, pounding like it had found its twin flame. Meanwhile…

He was only touching me to get inside the head of my stalker.

Not because he wanted to.

No. Cash is probably eager to find my stalker as soon as possible, so he can get rid of his best friend’s burdensome little sister. Didn’t he balk at letting me stay when I first arrived with my brother? Yeah, he’s definitely eager to send me packing. I’ll admit, his method of tracking down the person who has been terrorizing me is unusual, but what do I know about unearthing a stalker? His plan made sense when he explained it to me. Or was I just drowning in his magnetism? Distracted by the reverent—slightly rough—way he touched me?

“Scout. I am two seconds from kicking down this door.”

Those words bring me zipping back to the present. “Why?” I sniffle into the back of my wrist. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“No, I don’t need to use the bathroom. I need to not have this fucking door between me and you. I need to know why you ran away from me.”

“Oh.” Wincing, I let my head fall back against the door. Why do I always have to be so impulsive? How am I supposed to explain my vanishing act to him? Well, you see, I’ve always had a crush on you, but now that you touched me in a way no one has ever touched me, I think I might be in deep, deep puppy love. Humiliating. Don’t say that. “I’m just, um…well, I’ve never had an experience like that before and I think it caught me off guard.”

A long pause ensues. “Open the door.”

“Can I just have a minute?”

“No.” Is that thud his forehead hitting the door? “You can be caught off guard while I hold you, Scout. I wasn’t thinking. I…”

I turn and look at the door, as if I have x-ray vision. “What?”

“Maybe I was a little caught off guard, too.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Why?”

“I shouldn’t have enjoyed kissing my best friend’s little sister so much.”

“You enjoyed it?” I ask, unable to keep the breathless hope out of my voice.

A snort reaches me through the door. “Scout, you think my dick could get that hard if I wasn’t enjoying myself?”

“I don’t know how dicks work,” I respond defensively.

I can hear him breathing heavily through the door. “I don’t appreciate you being so fucking…endearing when I can’t see you and touch you, Scout. I don’t appreciate being kept from what’s mine. Open the door!” he finishes on a bellow.

Oh, I see, he’s still trying to venture into the mindset of my stalker.

I suppose I should let him.

Cash might have enjoyed kissing me more than he expected, but he still obviously wants to return to his normal life where he doesn’t have to play babysitter. “Okay, I’ll unlock it—”

I’ve only just depressed the button when the door is pushed open with enough strength to scoot me forward on the tile floor. And then I’m being scooped up from beneath my armpits, still naked. I’m sputtering for Cash to let me secure the falling towel, but he doesn’t seem to hear me. No, he’s tossing me up and over his big shoulder and stomping out of the bathroom.


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