Catching Hearts Page 3

  A sigh with a very annoyed grumble comes from my throat, when my brain is in the middle of finding someone from the university gym or football team to do this interview, a shadow swallows me.

  I crank my neck up and another sense of déjà vu hits me, I swear this man is familiar.

  “Hi?”

  He smiles down on me, I peek over his arm and everyone is out of their seats to socialize for fifteen minutes as the VIP ticket confirmation email had stated.

  “You don’t remember me,” he plainly said.

  I cock my head in confusion.

  “We are dating.” Adam is confident in his words and I’m bombarded with so many questions.

  “We are?” I question back.

  “Yes,” he continues, a predatory smirk plays on his face and I’m suddenly very conscious about our distance from others.

  “I haven’t met you before,” I said, there’s a tick in the back of my neck because he’s so tall that it’s getting difficult to keep the position.

  “I was your boyfriend yesterday.”

  Yesterday’s events come flashing back like a dam that broke and my hand flies up to my opened mouth, this man is the same stranger as my savior from that creepy stalker.

  “You?” I stutter in shock and disbelief.

  What are the chances of meeting him again? My mouth open and shuts, where’s this coincidence coming from? His shoulders and sharp jawline should be a dead giveaway, and the colossal size of his body are hints that went over my head.

  “Yes, me.” he nods.

  I awkwardly shuffle my feet, “Um, thank you for yesterday.”

  His hot palm lays on the crook of my neck, rubbing my racing pulse. His hand alone can wrap around my neck, I look at him through my lashes. We don’t speak for a couple of seconds, just relishing into our calm silence as I take in his sharp features.

  “You said you have something of mine?” I ask softly.

  His rubbing stops before starting again, “Go on a date with me.”

  “Is that a bribe?” my eyes widen in disbelief, but my heart is a different story. It’s beating in thrilled elation.

  “No, I want to get to know you.” Adam crooks a smirk, I almost swoon at his attractiveness.

  I’m inclined to say yes. A man as attractive as Adam asking little old me out on a date, it’s virtually impossible to decline that gentleman smile.

  “Alright, time is up. Ladies and gentlemen, please exit the room the same door you came in from!” the man who led us to this room calls out.

  My shoulders jump in shock and my body moves on autopilot, scuttling up to Julie with my hand turning into claws on her arm. Her squawk is muted with her shaky inhale of breath as I ran out with her being dragged with me.

  Adam is so intense that it scares me at how fast my heart is being consumed by him.

  Oh god, what is happening to me?

  Chapter Four

  Adam

  My Evelyn, lovely little Evie thinks she can outrun a quarterback.

  How cute of her to think that. I made Romero take the other girl away as he is far too interested in her than he lets on with his playboy act. I can see past his façade that he’s smitten with that black-haired girl just as I am enamored by Evie.

  Evie looks like a deer in headlights when her friend gets swept off the floor by Romero as I come up to her, invading her personal space with my intimidatingly tall presence.

  I grip her wrist and yank her shocked body to another room; her words scramble out of her luscious lips as I lick mine to remind me that it will come later.

  “H-hey!”

  I put a little more strength behind my pull and she stumbles into an empty room while I close the door hastily, she would have to go through me to leave and there’s no way her tiny hands can push away my massive body.

  “This is kidnapping,” she grumbles, rubbing the wrist that I held.

  If she doesn’t stop her pouting, I’m going to kiss her. Those plump lips are doing things to me as she glares with the feistiness of a declawed kitten. She doesn’t have the physicality to do much harm if I were to hold her, the most she’ll get is my cock rubbing on her supple body.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaks in surprise as I approach her with heavy steps, her back hits the wall and I trap her with my arms.

  I lean down and she instinctively inclines back, our eyes meet and her bright green ones observe with thoughts. I breathe in her sweet scent and moans deeply in my throat, her eyes flash in confusion before her face washes red with her little freckles.

  “Don’t run,” I plead her, touching her cheek with one hand as my body seeks out her warmth.

  I already missed her from our first meeting and that wasn’t even a full twenty-four hours, I don’t think I can handle not seeing her for who knows how long. I was constantly craving for her; her voice is delicately beautiful, and her sweet body is wonderfully small, and everything about her makes me protective and extremely possessive as I think about ways to keep her to myself.

  Chaining her to my bed as I breed her little pussy, making her dependent on me while submitting to me, or letting the whole world know she’s mine.

  All options sound good, so why choose one when I can do all three, not necessarily in that order.

  “I can’t exactly run with you trying to infuse me with the wall,” she comments, eyebrows pulled together with a sigh.

  She’s affected by me in a way that is not like the fanatic fans, she’s attracted to me with her brain being the predominant powerhouse.

  “If I let you go, will you run?” I ask, whispering in her ear as I tighten my hand on her face just a hint.

  She reasons, “You’re twice my size, I doubt I’ll make it far.”

  I want her to understand that I’m not going to do anything to her that she doesn’t want, she needs to know that she’s safe with me and I would never stoop so low to use my size and strength against her.

  “I’m asking you to stay,” I murmur, being close to her tests my control. “Please.”

  She exhales and nods, “Alright.”

  I also release a breath and give some space between us, I stay closer than what’s normally acceptable.

  “I want to talk to you.”

  Evie lifts her head and her green eyes stare questioningly at me.

  “I like you,” I said, and her reaction is instantaneous.

  She chokes and coughs in her hand, her eyes are huge as she stares at me with bafflement written all over her face. Evie is speechless as I wait for her to come back to reality, I start to thumb at her erratic pulse once more.

  “I’m not sure that’s even possible,” she said after the coughing ceases, “We just met.”

  “We did,” I agree, and she’s not wrong. “I’ve never felt like this before, and I want you.”

  She opens her mouth to most likely to dispute my confession, I put a finger on her lips to stop her words. Evie obediently closes her mouth and I purr at that compliance; my growl breaks her arms in goosebumps and I immerse on the power I have on her.

  “Are you sure?” she says it like she can’t believe what’s happening, a hint of doubt lingers in her skeptical eyes.

  “Yes,” I get her hand on my chest and make her palm feel the steady beating of my heart.

  “I know you feel the same,” I brazenly speculate.

  Evie digs her nails into my shirt, scratching my chest with stinging burns going down to my hard cock. She looks me in the eye with clarity in them as she challenges me, a titan who can crush her head with one hand.

  “Bold of you to assume what you can’t prove.” she tips her chin in opposition, “But you’re not wrong.”

  My lips stretch in a satisfied smirk as her own lips bend into a half smirk back at me. Small fingers get their place on my firm sides as she feels the hard muscles underneath the tight shirt. It’s hard to find clothes that fit when I’m bigger than normal men, it can be a pain in the ass because they are all either too tight or I ha
ve to get custom-made clothes.

  The process of measuring is a hassle because every training session, practice match, and actual games build more muscles and strengthen areas that can be better.

  Her hands are curious as she feels her way around my body. I never liked being touched, it’s inevitable to come in contact with players and that I understand, but just on a daily basis, I prefer not to be touched.

  I rarely shake hands with fans, if any at all. The media loves drama and gossip, Romero is their center of attention as many speculate about my personal life. I keep mine on the down-low, I can’t be like my teammates and open about my private life to the whole world.

  It doesn’t take long for people to go digging and they uncover stuff that’s bound to be found; my home life with my family, public records of my education, and any dirt they can dig up on me.

  I’m proud to say that I've been clean my whole life.

  “Phone.” I extend my hand out, she stares at my open palm and raises an eyebrow.

  Evie pulls out her phone from her pocket and opens it with her passcode before dropping it on my hand, I frown deeply at her trusting nature. She shouldn’t just hand her phone over, even if that someone is me.

  I’ll have to bring that up later.

  I go into her contacts and briefly swipe down on her list, I see some names are men and I grit my teeth at the beginning of a simmering possessiveness. A name of ‘Linguistic Greg’ shows up and it’s probably a student from her class when she needs materials that she missed.

  Slowly, I tap my number into her phone as I want to make sure there are no mistakes. I’d hate to have to track her down like some desperate man searching for the love of his life, I might as well be if it happens.

  I put a call to my number just to be positive about this, I feel the vibration in my pocket and I close the call with a firm nod to myself.

  “You will pick up when I call,” I command, she nods jerkily.

  Evie takes her device back and our hands graze, I refrain from grasping her smaller one in mine to just feel the silkiness of her skin on my rough hand.

  Playing football and weight training has caused my hands to be rugged and calloused, it’s less sensitive than years ago and it was a lengthy process that I don’t notice the change.

  Her pink tongue peeks out and flickers on her bottom lip, my eyes follow the wet muscle and I take a step daringly close to her.

  Her breath is heavy as I lean down, her eyes glaze over when I keep her face stable with my hands around her cheek and jaw.

  Standing on her toes, Evie gets the extra height and press her plump lips to mine. I surrender to her sweetness and kiss her back with much more vigor than her kiss that tests our boundaries.

  She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer as our bodies mold against each other. Evie whimpers, mewling for more as those perky tits shudder on my lower chest. It hits me again at how small she is compared to me, I know everyone is shorter than the players of Titans, but Evie is extra small. It’s almost as if she’s made to fill in the space between my arms.

  She pants in shock when my hands go to her hips to haul her up against the wall, she immediately locks her legs around my waist as I push my body to hers. There’s no space for anything to go through us, her tits rub teasingly on my chest as I thrust my clothed cock against the heat of her pussy. My Evie moans throatily, I break away from her lips for her to breathe. I can hold my breath a lot longer than her, but I make sure to keep her lightheaded so she doesn’t think about anything other than me.

  I bite her bottom lip, tugging on the reddened flesh with my teeth as she rocks her hips to mine. I support all her weight as she uses my shoulders for balance when she leans up to kiss me, her nails dig into my muscles, but I hardly mind those kitten scratches.

  “Wait,” Evie grasps my face and breathes on my lips, I dive for more of her sweet moans.

  She holds me firmly and moves back with glossy green eyes and a pout that makes her lips even more full.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this—”

  I growl provokingly at her, my chest rumbles in warning. “Stop me one more time and you will regret it.”

  This time, I snap a hand around her throat and push her into the wall with my hips nailing her little ass to me. I’m too addicted to her lips to stop myself, her whimpering protest urges me to be more forceful and pry her teeth open to give her no choice but to let me in.

  I dominate her small mouth, tasting that pureness with her weak tongue struggling to win against me. I play for the win and for someone who knows his way around the playing field, I can say that I conquered without a shred of remorse as she submits to my dominance.

  Holding her ass in one hand, I tighten my hand around her neck to remind her that I am the one in power.

  “You’re mine the moment I saw you,” I hiss on her lips.

  Evie blinks rapidly and the change in her eyes goes from a docile little girl to a tantalizing temptress that makes desire boil in my balls.

  “What’s in it for me?” she smirks, pearly whites gleaming with that playful regard in her green eyes.

  “You get to have me,” I answer, a roguish sneer stretches over my lips.

  Evie rolls her eyes and leans back with a hint of good-natured boredom on her face. This mischievous girl has me chasing after the debauched look that I know she will have when she’s under me, it’s only the matter of time and her willpower.

  I’m always up for a challenge.

  “I want a date before anything else,” she said, licking her lips.

  I voice quickly, there’s no hesitation in my tone. “You can have whatever you want.”

  “Oh?” she cocks an eyebrow, dissecting the determination on my face. “You’re offering a lot of power to me.”

  I rock my thick cock to her, letting her feel what she did to me. This isn’t my cock speaking for me, my brain is equally clear as I tell her that I want her more than I wanted to win a game.

  Chapter Five

  Evelyn

  “Huh,” I cock my head, “It’s not every day I see a true reenactment of Roberto and Julietta.”

  Adam and I had put a stop to our lip-locking and when we came out of the room, we saw Julie and the blond-haired man.

  Julie scolds as she keeps herself attached on the man’s side, “Would it kill you to learn his name?”

  “It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again,” I comment simply, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I feel the little throbs on my tailbone when Adam had thrown me against the wall and ravished my lips like I’m ambrosia.

  Julie turns her nose, snuggling into the burly arm of her man who doesn’t look too bothered by her clinginess.

  “If Adam and Evie can happen, then so can Romero and Julie.”

  I give her a blank stare, “Spoiler alert, Romeo and Juliet died.”

  Julie laments loudly and quite distastefully too, “Why do you have to be so negative, where’s the romantic in you?”

  “You’ll find it at the bottom of my very dark soul.” I pat my chest lightly, the heat from Adam’s body seeps into my skin through my thin shirt.

  “Not going to lie, it’s really dark,” Julie nods her head in agreement as she rubs her forehead on the man’s arm.

  I run a hand into my hair to detangle a knot, strands of red fall on the side of my peripheral view.

  Thinking back, this is the tamest I have seen Julie. I expected her to lose her voice after screaming for ages that she met her beloved star, however, I wasn’t expecting the man to be fine with Julie hanging off his arms like he’s a coat hanger and she’s a shirt.

  I have this notion in my head that all athletes are players, and I’m talking about going through women like they are toilet paper. Though that’s what I have heard and read online so I don’t know how much that is true, but Julie is my friend and I don’t want her to get hurt after this Casanova guy gets tired of his game.

  “Chiquita, I won’t do anything ba
d. I swear on my abuela’s chanclas.” the man flashes me a big crooked smile and I can’t put a finger on the lost translation in my head because he’s speaking half Spanish and half English.

  “I took German in high school.” I supply, noting the grin stays firmly on his face as I turn to look up at Adam.

  His name is in my brain now, there’s no forgetting it. I wish it was like this every time I have to study to retain all that information from my notes in one night. Studying for one whole week is what scientists recommend but I like to live on the edge, I don’t have time to open my notes and study every night.

  I don’t know anyone with that kind of endurance to go through with that method.

  “Oh, sweetie!” Julie coos, my body shudders in disgust as I cringe.

  I love Julie with all my heart, but that girl is crazy. She’s got that gene pool of a fangirl and she’s proud to wear that smile on her face because she scored a man more delicious than a loaf of buttery garlic bread.

  “I’d like to be home sometime today,” I note briefly, hours have passed since the VIP meeting and everyone had left but us.

  Well, Julie and I along with the team of ginormous behemoths.

  “I might not make it home.” she winks slyly and giggles hungrily to her man.

  My face must convey the utter repulsion I have for her, “As long as I don’t hear you describe your night in detail.”

  “Only if I don’t come home with a walk of shame.” She flips her hair, batting her flirtatious lashes at me.

  “I’ll have holy water ready.” I tip my chin at her and that’s the plan for the night.

  I have the whole apartment to myself and sleep until my body naturally wake up because every day, Julie tries to get me to join her morning run but she can never get me to wake up without rolling around my bed for two hours.

  “I’ll be fine,” Julie assures me, and I trust her judgment.

  I know where to find this Casanova if she doesn’t come home tomorrow, I’ll give her until noon to walk through the door with untidy hair and smeared makeup.