Page 116 of The Wrong Quarterback

“Want a taste, baby?” I said, sliding my finger through the mess and bringing it up to her lips.

She bit my fucking finger, hard, before her tongue lapped up my cum.

“You love me too much to stay mad at me forever,” I told her after I’d cleaned off my stomach and came back to bed.

“We’ll see about that,” she responded, but I didn’t worry about that.

Her body was already back on my side, and with a little more work…her heart would be too.

CHAPTER 31

CASEY

Iwoke up furious with myself.

Furious that I’d been so weak and that I’d been the one to instigate last night’s sex session—no matter how hot it had been.

It’s just he’d been having some kind of sex dream, moaning my name as he rubbed his hard, perfect length against my ass.

A girl was only so strong.

I told myself I was just using his body to get off. But that had been a huge lie.

He was too tangled up in my heart for sex to ever not bemore.

And I hated that.

The fact that I was so conflicted over what was happening could only be because of my upbringing. Parker had been the first person to ever make me feel seen. Like I was more than a shadow, more than a nerd, more than…

Ben’s sister.

I really was fucked up.

There was a part of me that craved Parker’s attention…that needed it. After a life of not being seen, I didn’t know if I could go back to that.

Parker had made me addicted to him, and he wasn’t giving me a chance to get him out of my system.

I also didn’t know if I could, even if he gave me that chance.

“You’re going to have to let me text Nat. She’s going to get worried,” I told him as I watched him pull his shirt down over abs that were so perfect they almost looked fake. He’d brought a bunch of his stuff down here, so he was with me constantly when he wasn’t in class or practice.

“I’ve been texting her from your phone,” he said calmly, as if that wasn’t a big deal at all.

My eyes widened, but I couldn’t honestly say I was surprised. Every time my defenses started to go down…I would be reminded again…my boyfriend’s a psycho.

And yes, I would examine later why I was still calling himmy boyfriendin my head.

“If I promise not to run away, can we end this hostage situation?” I sighed, still not believing that I was saying that.

He snorted. “I prefer the term ‘basement timeout.’ And yes, I know you won’t run. But I’m still not letting you leave the house until after my game tomorrow.”

“How do you know I won’t run?” I asked, offended that he’d think I’d be won over so easily.

Parker stared at me for a moment, a piece of his dark hair falling into his face. I still didn’t understand how he could have put me down here. How he could have done that to Gray. Everything else about him was so perfect, so…beautiful.

It was that unsettling beauty, though, that left me feeling the most confused, because I couldn’t reconcile it with everything he’d done. A villain shouldn’t be allowed to have a pretty face.

“Because you love me too much,” he finally murmured, his tone perfectly confident.

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