Page 129 of The Wrong Quarterback

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chanted.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, leaning over me and biting down softly on the sensitive part of my neck.

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby? You’re going to choke my big dick.”

“I love you,” I cried, the combination of his dirty words and his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me sending me into a pleasure freefall. I writhed against him, my arms giving out.

He caught me just in time and pulled me up so that we were sitting up and facing Tennessee’s end zone.

“One more time, pretty girl,” he murmured, his finger circling my clit as he continued to push deep inside.

It didn’t take long until my body was on fire again, my whimpers filling the air around us as I squeezed his cock.

I felt his dick jerk inside me, and then he was coming, long streams of his hot seed filling me up until it was running down my legs.

“I love you,” he said, his chest heaving. “I can’t get enough. I want to live inside you.”

My answering giggle morphed into a groan as he slowly pulled out.

“Let’s get your leggings back on, baby. He’s going to come back any minute now.”

Hebeing the grounds manager that had given Parker a key in the first place.

We got our clothes back on, and Parker kissed my ring, like he was reminding himself it was there.

“I love you,” he whispered as we made our way out of the stadium.

A sense of warmth settled deep inside me, a feeling that went beyond love or belonging. It was the quiet peace of no longer feeling alone in the world. Of walking side by side with the person who’d been meant for you.

For the longest time, I thought loneliness was just…inevitable. A constant I would carry in my heart wherever I went.

After losing Ben, and then Gray, with my family splintered in ways I couldn’t fix, I didn’t think I’d ever find that feeling again.

A feeling of completeness, like I’d found my home.

Parker didn’t just see the broken, empty parts of me—he stepped into them, filled them with something I hadn’t realized I needed. He made me feel like my heart could beat steady again, like I could let go of the past and let something new, something real, take root. Parker had become everything I’d thought I’d lost.

He pulled me closer, his heartbeat steady against my cheek. I didn’t have to say a word, didn’t have to explain the way he made all the broken pieces of me feel like they belonged. He already knew. Somehow, he’d known all along.

And maybe that’s what love really was—not just filling a void, but building something beautiful out of the empty places. He’d become my world, my everything, the person who made me feel safe in a way I never thought I’d feel again.

In his arms, I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. And I was ready, achingly ready, to start my happily ever after…with him.

EPILOGUE

CASEY

ONE YEAR LATER...

The announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium, loud and clear, and then…

“With the first pick of this year’s NFL draft, the Dallas Renegades select…” He paused as we all held our breath. “Parker Davis.”

The world seemed to freeze, then burst into a thousand colors. I squeezed Parker’s hand so hard it probably hurt, but he didn’t flinch. He turned to me, his eyes bright with excitement and disbelief. The smile that spread across his face was everything—years of dreams, sweat, and sacrifice shining in that one moment.

I couldn’t stop the tears as I whispered, “You did it.”

Without another word, he pulled me in and kissed me, not seeming to care that there were a million cameras pointed at us. When he pulled back, he was still holding onto my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles like he needed the steadying just as much as I did.

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