Page 119 of The Wrong Quarterback

Beneath the warmth swelling in my chest, there was a crack, something uncertain and heavy.

I closed my eyes for a second, feeling a confusing mixture of emotions—pain, warmth, anger, and a strange sort of gratitude. I wanted to hate him, wanted to believe he was as twisted as Gray insisted he was. But he did things that no one else had ever done for me. He fought for me. Protected me. Every move he made seemed to be about giving me the best, even if his methods were sometimes…unhinged.

I realized right then, I loved him. He was willing to be unhinged for me, to do whatever it took to have me.

I opened my eyes again, the screen still frozen on his face, his expression soft and serious. It was like he was looking right at me, saying things that I was finally hearing.

The lengths he’d gone to weren’t conventional. They weren’t evenright, but maybe it didn’t matter what the world would think. Because with that dedication, he’d just proven he knew exactly how to honor my heart.

And that’s when I knew…I’d stay.

I was waiting for him at the door when he got home. He dropped his bags and held out his arms…and I ran to him.

“Finally,” he murmured as he squeezed me against him, letting out a breath like he’d been holding it this entire time.

I lifted my head off his shoulder and held his face in both my hands.

“I think you’re crazy,” I told him as I stared into his blue eyes.

He grinned.

“Yes. Crazy for you.”

“And you are absolutelyneverallowed to put me in a basement again—or anywhere else—without my permission,” I continued.

His smile widened. “I’ll consider it.”

“But I love you,” I told him, my voice breaking. “I love you more than anything. You own my…soul.”

I watched as a tear slid down his cheek, the happiness radiating off him making me light-headed, like we now existed in our own little world.

“You’ve owned my soul since the moment I saw you, baby,” he finally whispered in a choked voice. “I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.”

His lips brushed against mine once, twice, before settling against me. Our tongues slowly tangled together, our clothes coming off as he walked me further into the house.

“Casey,” he breathed as hefinallypushed into me.

His touch was reverent, savoring, like he was memorizing every pass against my skin.

I cried as our hips moved together.

Parker completely enveloped me, so there was no space for any doubts or anything else to slip in. There was only him.

“I love you,” he moaned, his cock stretching me over and over as we moved in a slow, exquisite rhythm.

“It feels like too much,” I gasped against his lips, the tears streaming down my face as he pushed deeper. I didn’t know how to handle this feeling inside me. It was too encompassing.

I didn’t know how to exist in this new world where my soulmate was a living, breathing person that I couldn’t exist without.

I understood now how his mother could have faded away after she lost his dad.

If she’d had something anywhere close to this, how could she exist when it was gone?

I wasn’t sure that I could.

It was terrifying…exhilarating.

It waseverything.

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