Page 71 of The Wrong Quarterback

My stomach twisted, and I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Parker moved faster than I thought was possible. One second he was standing beside me, his body tense, and the next his fist was crashing into Gray’s face with a sickening crack. I cried out as Gray stumbled back, his hand flying to his nose as a rush of blood poured out, bright and startling against his pale skin.

“Say that again and I’ll fucking kill you,” Parker growled, his voice low and dangerous. His entire body radiating fury, his chest heaving as he stared Gray down.

Gray stumbled back, wiping at his face, smearing the blood across his cheeks. Giving me one last look that showed how absolutely betrayed he was feeling, he spun around and walked away, his back rigid as he disappeared down the hall.

For a moment, I just stood there, numb. The world felt blurry, the edges of everything dull and muted.

“He didn’t mean it,” I whispered, like I was trying to convince myself.

“Iwillkill him.” Parker’s voice was calm in a scary way that would have made me shiver if I hadn’t felt so numb. Hegripped my waist, and he turned me to him as my chest ached with a disarray of guilt and confusion. “You didnotdo anything wrong,” Parker said firmly, his voice steady, like he could see everything unraveling inside me and was determined to pull me back together. “This? Us? It wasalwaysgoing to happen.”

I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that didn’t feel like mine. “Gray’s right,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Parker’s grin spread, slow and satisfied, as if I’d just given him the best news of his life. “Well,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, “at least you’readmittingit.”

Before I could react, he pulled me in, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His hand slid up my back, anchoring me, and I lost myself in the heat of it, in the intensity that left me pulling at his shirt, wanting him closer, wanting him more. When he finally pulled back, my heart was pounding, and my legs were unsteady.

Parker smirked, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “Come on, let’s get you to class,” he said, like nothing had happened. With his arm still around me, he led me down the hall.

I was a mess of confusion, though, with the agony in Gray’s eyes echoing in my mind.

PARKER

“He’s getting his dick sucked.”

Jace’s voice cut through the daydream I’d been having about Casey, and I glared at him.

“What did you just say?” I asked, a threat clear in my voice.

He held up his hands, already dressed for the game. Matty was also watching me with a frown, like he didn’t recognize who I was.

“I’m just saying, where are you? Because it looked like you were thinking about getting your dick sucked,” Jace continued.

“I wasn’t thinking about that,” I griped, working to get my shoulder pads on since I’d been sitting here spaced out for who knows how long…

Because I’d been thinking of getting my dick sucked.

Casey on her knees was my wildest fantasy at the moment, and something I really wanted to happen…soon.

I tried to will my erection down, thankful I was already wearing my football pants and it wasn’t as obvious…even though my dick was trying to pop out of them.

Jace would never have let me off for having a woody right before the game.

I got the rest of my uniform on, working on self-visualizing and manifesting plays and touchdowns—all the things that our sports psychologist went over with us regularly.

They were just moreinterestingmanifestations today. Because every time I imagined myself passing or running into the end zone…the play ended with a blow job.

I needed to get my shit together. As long as Casey’s roommate did her job, Casey was going to be front row, right behind the end zone. If I wanted to get into that end zone, I needed to actually think about football without it ending in an imaginary orgasm.

I’d thought about her after every play last game, wondering if she was in the crowd…if she was watching me.

And then when I’d looked up and saw her on the screen…well, I’m sure she didn’t connect that the blown kiss had been for her.

But itwasfor her. Everything was for her.

“Alright, this is getting serious, Davis. Which animal has the largest chest?”

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