Page 128 of The Wrong Quarterback

I turned, spotting Walker, Olivia, and Cole crawling over the barriers, all of them grinning wide. I raised a hand inacknowledgment, and they all cheered, pumping their fists in the air.

The reporters eventually caught up to me, shoving microphones in my face, asking a million questions at once. I didn’t want to answer them; I didn’t want to be anywhere except with Casey, but I knew I had to say something.

I glanced down at her, squeezing her hand before turning to the cameras. “We worked hard for this,” I said, my voice loud and clear. “We never gave up. This team, this university, we’ve been through it all, and we came out on top. I couldn’t be prouder of my guys.”

The reporters shouted more questions, but I held up my hand.

“Sorry y’all, I have one thing that I need to do before I do any more interviews.”

They watched, shocked, as I fell to one knee and looked up at the love of my life as I took her hand. I’d wanted to do this since almost the moment I’d seen her in class that day. I had just been waiting for her to be ready too.

Casey’s eyes filled with tears as she covered her mouth with one hand in shock.

“Baby,” I began, my voice catching. “I knew, from the second I laid eyes on you, that you were the one. That you were the other half of my soul, that I’d known you in every lifetime before this. That you’d always been mine.”

I pressed a kiss to her hand and took a deep breath.

“There’s not a single thing in this world that I want more than to spend my life with you, to build something amazing, something that’s just ours.” I could feel my chest tightening, my heart racing, but I pushed through. “Casey…marry me. Be my forever, my home, the person I get to wake up to every day for the rest of my life.”

Jace popped up in my peripheral and tossed me the box he’d been in charge of retrieving. “Get it, QB,” he called.

I caught it and opened it, smiling at Casey’s gasp.

It was a really big ring.

I tugged her closer and motioned for her to lean over. “You don’t really have a choice,” I whispered to her, and she scoffed…because she knew I wasn’t joking.

I released her with a big grin. “Baby, will you marry me?” I asked loudly—for propriety’s sake.

She sank down onto the ground in front of me and grabbed my face, kissing me hard before she leaned back, sobbing.

“Yes,” she cried.

I grabbed her hand and slid the ring onto her finger, my hands steady but my heart feeling like it was about to skip out of my chest. And when she kissed me again, tears streaming down her face, it felt like everything—every plan, every dream, every bit of who I was—had finally fallen into place.

CASEY

“That’s it, baby,” Parker growled as he drove into me.

I’d asked him how he wanted to celebrate winning the National Championship.

His answer…

Fucking me on the fifty-yard line at the Tennessee stadium when we got home.

And that’s how I’d found myself on my hands and knees, being railed into oblivion.

“Say it,” he ordered, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust his dick in and out.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“Again. Keep saying it.” he growled.

And so, I said it over and over again. Parker pushed me further into the ground so that my breasts, covered with nothing but his thin jersey, dragged along the turf, stimulating every nerve ending in my body.

“Parker,” I moaned as he pounded into me.

His hand slapped my ass. “Say it.”

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