Page 68 of The Wrong Quarterback

“That’s one,” he said, as he lifted his face from between my legs. There was a triumphant smile on his beautiful lips, now shiny and wet from my cum.

“One?” I gasped, not sure I could actually take another.

But then his tongue was pressing into my core as his hands massaged my ass and brought me closer to him.

“Never tasted anything so good, baby,” he growled…right before his fingers slipped between my cheeks, and he was suddenly massaging my asshole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The tip of his finger pressed against my hole as his tongue fucked in and out of me…and that was it. I was coming again, sparks seeming to explode in my vision as my senses went into overload.

I was faintly aware that I was pleading with him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my pussy clenched around his tongue.

My legs gave out, and he caught me, easily holding my body up as his tongue lazily licked through my folds.

All I could do was blink at him as he pulled back and stared up at me. His hair was mussed, his eyes almost feral looking as he slowly lowered my legs and stood up, holding onto me the entire time so I didn’t collapse.

“That was two,” I whispered, almost blinded by his answering smile.

He kissed me, and I could taste…myself. I didn’t know how much I would love it, tasting both of us on his tongue…like part of me was now inside him…and would stay there…even after this night was done.

Parker pulled away, and the look on his face was so smug, I almost wanted to laugh—if I was capable of that at the moment. I was still in a daze from the magic of his mouth. “You’re very proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I finally got out, my voice hoarse from all the noise I’d been making.

Shit. I glanced around, kind of shocked that no one had come down here to see what all the noise was. It must have been pretty soundproof, but still, I was standing here in the library…with my pants down. Who the fuck was I?

“Proud that I convinced you to let me taste the most delicious pussy on the planet…yeah, I’m pretty proud of that,” he growled, leaning in for another bruising kiss.

I pulled away, frantically grabbing at my leggings to pull them up. I was bare-assed against a bookshelf…how long had we been gone? There was no way that it hadn’t been a while. There was no one in the library that wasn’t aware of Parker’s presence tonight. Which meant that they were also going to be aware of exactly how long he’d been gone from that table and in the stacks.

With me.

“I need to go,” I said, desperately trying to tie the front of my bra together since he’d snapped it open. Fuck. It wasn’t working.

“Hey,” he said, stilling my frantic hands. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay,” I snapped, patting at my hair because I was sure it was a mess. “Why did I pick the most popular guy in Tennessee for my rebound?”

Parker growled, and then his hand was gripping my throat, holding me in place so I would stop freaking out. His thumb gently pressed on my pulse and a deep, hiccuped breath burst out of my mouth. He pressed against me, his hard length a huge reminder that only one of us had an orgasm tonight.

“I don’t want to ever hear you call me that again,” he murmured in an almostscaryvoice, each word clipped and steady. His fingers tightened, just slightly, grounding me while my mind spun.

“Call you what?” I whispered.

“A rebound.”

“Isn’t that what you are?” I said, knowing that I sounded like a brat.

He shook his head. “I’m not some temporary Band-Aid, Casey. And I’m definitely not some fuckboy you’re allowed to forget.”

“I need to go,” I told him, pushing on his arm.

“You don’t get to regret this. You don’t get to regretme. I’ll let you run tonight, but get ready for me, baby. It’s go time tomorrow. You let me taste you. There’s no ending to this story where I don’t get it all.”

I gaped at him, because he sounded so serious.

“I’m still—I literally just broke up with someone.”

“Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

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