The Wrong Quarterback: Chapter 21

I woke, and the first thing I felt was warmth—solid, steady, comforting warmth. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, but there he was, a shirtless Parker, tangled up with me in my tiny dorm bed, his arm wrapped around me like he’d been here all night. I took a moment to drink him in, the soft light filtering through the window casting shadows over his face. He looked like an angel right now, a perfect being that had somehow fallen out of heaven and ended up here…with me. Parker’s face was relaxed and peaceful, like he’d finally found a place he could rest.

I glanced over at Nat’s bed and saw she’s already gone, and then my gaze was right back on Parker’s beautiful face.

His blue eyes slowly opened, and he looked at me, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Hi,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, like a secret meant just for me.

“Hi,” I whispered back, a smile breaking free as my heart did its usual flip. I’d thought I’d been dreaming last night when I’d felt his arms around me, but he was here, his gaze soft.

What would it be like to wake up with him like this every morning?

It would probably be impossible to have a bad day.

“I missed you yesterday,” he said, his lips curling into a frown, like he really was devastated we hadn’t seen each other.

I hated that I actually had been upset about it. Since that moment in the library, when he wasn’t at practice or other team related activities—he was with me. We had breakfast and lunch together. He brought me coffee. He walked me to and from class.

It was ridiculous to think that could be an everyday thing, but my pathetic self had soaked in his presence like a cracked desert getting its first rainfall.

I’d spent the entire day, glued to my phone, waiting for him to text.

But he never did.

I looked away, afraid he would see the pathetic in my eyes, but he gently tugged my chin back to him. His ocean blue gaze was filled with promises as I stared, and I wanted him to keep each one.

“Did you miss me, too?” he asked, and the desperation in his voice seeped into my veins.

“Yes,” I told him, my voice serious. While I’d been waiting for him to text yesterday, my thoughts had been filled with all the ways that I’d fucked up. I’d been doubting him, and he’d been doing things like kissing me on national television. And it wasn’t just that. It was the way he knew my favorite drink order, the fact that he’d memorized my schedule, how he held my hand every chance he could…and how he made me feel like he was aware of me every second—even when other people were around.

When I’d gone to bed last night, I’d been sure I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. I’d been prepared to find him today, to tell him how I felt, even if he rejected me.

At some point yesterday, I’d realized that Parker wasn’t a loss I was willing to take. I at least needed to fight for him.

“I thought—I thought maybe I’d messed everything up,” I whispered, my voice embarrassingly emotional.

He pulled me closer, so every inch of me was pressed up against every inch of him. His dick was like a steel bar, digging into my stomach.

“Just ignore it, he can’t help himself,” he said, his voice still sleepy.

“There you go with calling it ‘he’ again.”

His grin was brilliant, the kind of smile that made you lose your breath, that made you desperate for a camera so you could capture it forever.

“You could never mess us up,” Parker said, his thumb stroking my cheek as he held my face. “I wouldn’t let you. You could run, and I would run after you; you could hide, and I would find you; you could go to the other side of the fucking planet…and I would spend my entire life trying to track you down.”

I blinked at him and let out a soft laugh, because of course he wasn’t serious. But Parker’s expression didn’t waver. His eyes were clear and steady, no hint that he was teasing, no smirk or grin tugging at his lips. He was looking at me like he’d never believed in anything, like he believed in what he’d just said.

He lifted a hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my skin. His thumb traced a soft line across my cheek.

“Parker…” I began, but my voice faltered, because my brain was still fighting against the notion that after breaking up with the boy I’d thought I’d loved for most of my life…that I could stumble right into my soulmate.

And not just my soulmate, but someone who shined so brightly that it was hard to see anything else.

Parker watched me calmly, like he could see everything inside my head, and he was giving me the space to figure it all out, for me to understand what he actually felt.

“I—” he began, but I couldn’t let him say it. Because once he said it, I would be forced to say it back. And I couldn’t say it back yet…right?

So I cut off his words with a kiss. A kiss that I poured my soul into. A kiss where I said all the things I was too afraid to say out loud.

And I think he got it.

He didn’t try to speak any more. Instead, he kissed me back…desperately, making a low possessive sound as his grip tightened around me.

I couldn’t say I love you yet…but I could give him something else.

“Parker,” I whispered in between breathless, urgent kisses. “I want you.”

“You have me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he said roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it, just how he liked, and he groaned, his hips thrusting against me.

“No, Parker,” I said. “I want you.” I pulled at my sleep shirt, sliding it up until I could awkwardly pull it off. I hadn’t worn a bra to bed, so I was bare-chested against him.

“Look at you. You’re fucking perfect, baby. And you’re all mine,” he purred as his hands slid up my inner thighs, and his thumbs briefly caressed the edge of my underwear. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he slowly tugged my panties off and threw them toward the end of the bed.

Parker suddenly pushed my thighs apart, holding me down as I squirmed under his perusal, his fingers slowly parting my folds as he took his fill and slid down my body.

His tongue delved into me, hungry and messy, every movement raw and consuming. There was nothing shy or restrained in his touch; it was intense, an unrestrained worship. He was tasting, savoring, his lips and tongue exploring with feverish need. His fingers followed, gliding through my slit, parting me, so he could taste everything he wanted.

His mouth closed over my clit, drawing me into a dizzying rush, his tongue dipped deeper, coaxing me open, his thumb circling and pressing just where I needed it. My body tensed, then shattered, every nerve alive as I fell apart around him. He didn’t let up, lapping up every tremor, my muscles still fluttering as he lingered, his tongue continuing its gentle rhythm. As the waves eased, he continued, kissing and caressing, every swipe of his tongue sending me into a starry haze.

He stayed down there for what felt like forever, keeping me coming over and over until I was hoarse from screaming from all the pleasure he had given me.

I felt high, like I was floating above the stars. As he crawled up my body, settling close, his eyes heavy-lidded and his lips shiny from me…I wanted more.

“My turn,” I told him, and my voice came out more animalistic than human as he obediently laid back.

His dick was halfway out of his sweatpants, and I was out of my mind as I pushed them all the way off so I could have what I wanted. I knew he was huge from feeling him through his pants before, but actually seeing his dick in all of its glory…it was life changing.

His cock was huge and hard, the head red and swollen and already shiny with his cum.

“Can I taste you?” I murmured, an edge of sanity rushing back to me as I remembered this was all new to me. What if I sucked at it? What if I didn’t like it?

I took in the sight of Parker’s form lounging like a caged animal waiting to pounce, and I almost laughed. Of course I was going to like it. I was beginning to think this god was made just for me, designed to give me everything I could ever want.

Lucky me.

I leaned over, watching him as I tentatively licked along the mushroomed head. I slid my hands along the slick, solid shaft as I lapped at the bead of moisture that had just appeared.

He moaned, his gaze hot and almost crazed looking, like I was playing with fire and any minute, he was not going to be able to control himself.

I wanted that. I wanted that unhinged, all-consuming lust. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.

I squeezed, immediately licking at the moisture that seeped out.

“Please, baby,” he breathed. His hands were clutching the sheets, every muscle in his chest and arms tensed and outlined. And it was all because of me.

It was a heady, otherworldly…powerful thing to know I was the one that was making this beautiful creature react like this.

I slid my lips around the head and took him as deep as I could. I didn’t care what girls bragged about; there was not a throat on this planet who could take this cock all the way down. I sucked harder and harder, my hands sliding and gripping and squeezing along his length as I concentrated on the head. I was sure that I was awkward, and there were a million things I could improve on. But what I lacked in experience, I was trying to make up for in desire. I’d never wanted anything the way that I wanted him.

He was moaning, his hands tangling in my hair as he guided me up and down his dick. I loved it. I may not be able to say the words to him, but I could think it…I loved his dick.

I loved every other part of him, too.

“Baby,” he rasped, sliding out of my mouth and dragging me up his body, his length hard and sticky between us.

“I’m going to come in your sweet cunt this time. Your perfect mouth will have to come later,” he growled before pulling me in for a hard, dirty kiss that had me dripping against his thigh. “Are you ready for me, baby? There’s no going back, you know that, right? You’re already mine, but once I get inside you, it’s permanent.”

He kissed me one more time before he rolled us over, so he was hovering over me.

“I’m on birth control,” I blurted out as he slowly slid his dick through my sopping wet folds. It was hard to get the words out because it already felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.

There was a strange gleam in his eyes as he took in that news…almost like he was disappointed. “Are you⁠—”

“Am I clean?” he murmured, pressing a bruising kiss against my lips before he pulled back, his forearms on either side of my head, so I was completely covered by him. He was so much bigger than me. I loved this, this feeling like he owned me. It was a strange thought, but I realized…I’d never felt so safe.

“As soon as I saw you, I went and got checked. I knew you were it. I knew I’d never have anyone else.” My eyes widened at his words, and he smoothed my hair out of my face, kissing me all over like he wanted to make sure he touched every part of me.

“I trust you,” I said softly, and he closed his eyes for a second, as if the words had reached some important part inside of him.

He brushed against my skin, stroking my breasts and my stomach. His fingers slid through my slit for a moment before he brought his fingers to my lips, spreading my wetness along my bottom lip and into my mouth, so I could taste myself.

“You’re so sweet, baby. My sweet, perfect girl,” he murmured, his tongue sliding down my neck before he suddenly bit down on my shoulder, admiring the mark for a moment before he licked away the pain.

He reached down between us and guided his dick to my opening, pushing barely inside as he watched with a wild, wide-eyed gaze.

“Baby,” he slurred. “You feel so fucking good.”

He pushed further in, my legs parting even more, every piece of my body ready for him. I whimpered, what I was feeling was better than anything I’d ever experienced.

This was what it felt like to fly. To burn. To become something more than just yourself.

“You’re doing so good, Casey,” he said as he brushed a soft kiss against my lips. “So fucking good.”

His hand reached between us and circled my clit in a light, rhythmic glide, the sparks of pleasure making it easier to accept him as he pushed inside me, inch by enormous inch.

He thrust deeper, his words a constant stream of praises as tears gathered in my eyes. There was so much pressure. My breath was erratic as I tried to adjust to the fullness, to the feeling that I was being split in half.

“Just a little more, baby. You can take it,” he said soothingly, and I whimpered again, because I wasn’t sure I could. He was so fucking big.

He laughed, and I realized I must have somehow said that out loud.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whispered, and he kissed me, thrusting in one final time until he was seated in all the way, filling me so completely I couldn’t think. Parker had become a part of me, that’s what this felt like.

“Never,” he murmured roughly in my ear, and I forced myself to open my eyes so I could look at him. “You were made for me.” He licked a falling tear off my cheek. “I’ve never felt anything so good. So right.”

Parker pushed my knees up as he drew back, his glittering eyes glued to where he was stretching me wide.

He slammed forward, sinking deep as my scream filled the room.

“That’s so good, baby. Look at you taking all of my big dick. That’s so good, my sweet girl.”

He thrust in and out, his muscles flexing under my fingers. The room was filled with the sound of us. My cries, his groans, a soundtrack I could listen to for the rest of my life.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much,” he suddenly rasped.

I came.

The pleasure was almost painful because it felt so good, like I was being possessed. Like he was ripping open my veins and replacing my blood with something new. Something transcendent. Something that only he could understand.

I’d always wanted a love like he was promising. His words were a gift. A scary, terrifying, overwhelming gift that I wanted to live with for the rest of my life.

Parker’s kiss gave me life, his tongue tangling with mine desperately as his hips drove into me, harder and harder until he was moaning against my mouth, and his hot cum was filling me in magical, life-changing bursts.

It was spilling out of me, dripping down my thighs and onto the bed, and I had the insane urge to reach down and shove it back into me because I wanted him inside me…forever.

Pushing in deep, he stayed there, relaxing against me with almost the full breadth of his weight so I couldn’t move at all. He nuzzled my neck, kissing me lazily. “You’re fucking amazing, Casey. I love you so much. This is the best moment of my life.” His words wrapped around me as my arms pulled him closer.

I never wanted this moment to end.

We fell asleep like that, him still inside me. He rolled us over so I wasn’t taking all of his weight, making sure we stayed connected the entire time.

I woke to Parker’s hard cock pushing into me again. He was behind me now, his hand massaging my breast, his other hand playing with my clit as he eased in and out.

“I have to go to practice, baby. But I couldn’t help it. I needed more,” he murmured.

I sighed, sinking into the pleasure, his groan spreading warmth across my skin.

“I love you, Casey,” he said, his pace speeding up as his fingers led me into a rolling, delicious orgasm. My hips moved with him, like he’d possessed me or reprogrammed me so that we’d always be perfectly in sync.

“I’m going to have all of you, baby. Every part of you is going to belong to me,” he whispered against my skin. And maybe I should have been alarmed at the possessiveness in his voice. At the words he continued to say that told me this love he was claiming…it was laced with an obsession as well.

He groaned, his tongue licking along my shoulder as he filled me once again. Parker shuddered against me, his breath warming my skin as his fingers slid along where we were connected.

“I love you,” he whispered again, as I fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep where I was safe and loved…by him.

I think if you weren’t at least a little nervous before you stepped into your head coach’s office…you were doing something wrong. Although the fact that I’d just left Casey naked in bed, after the best morning of my life, was definitely helping with those nerves.

He called me in after practice, barely glancing up from his desk as I stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind me, and I got the sense this wasn’t going to be a quick pep talk. Coach Everett leaned back in his chair, eyeing me over a stack of playbooks with this strange, hard-to-read expression.

Coach had the build of an ex-lineman who never quite let himself go—broad shoulders, a bit of a gut, but still solid. His face was weathered, with deep-set eyes that held a permanent squint, like he’d spent too many years staring down sunlight and tough decisions. Gray hair peeked out from under his cap, and his jaw was almost always clenched, a rough scowl marking his features, even when he was pleased.

“Davis,” he started, his voice gruff. “I need to know if your head’s on straight.”

I straightened up, bracing myself. “Yes, sir. Is there a problem?”

He held my gaze for a beat longer, like he was trying to read my mind, then sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Look, Parker, you’re the most talented quarterback I’ve had come through here. You could have it all—the records, the scouts drooling over you, number one in the draft. I mean, all of it.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said, nodding. I’d heard this before, but I could tell there was something else eating at him.

He shifted in his chair, clearing his throat, looking more uncomfortable by the second. “Rumor is,” he said, his voice dropping like he didn’t want anyone else in the world to overhear, “you’re pretty serious about a girl. Real serious.”

I couldn’t stop the grin from stretching across my face. “Yeah, Coach. As a matter of fact, I am.”

His brows shot up, just a little. “Girls can be distracting. You’re a junior in college, with your whole life in front of you…you’ve been behaving out of character lately.” He hesitated. “Are you sure this girl is a good idea?”

“She’s not a distraction,” I said as I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms, feeling that rush of satisfaction hit me just from saying it out loud. “She’s my future wife.”

Coach blinked, stunned, his mouth opening and then closing like he wasn’t sure what to say next. “And, uh, does she know that?”

“Not yet,” I replied, smirking. “But she will.”

Coach let out a heavy breath, leaning back in his chair, just staring at me, like he was trying to figure out if I was kidding…or if I’d lost my mind. “Davis, one wrong move…one little slip-up, and this could all blow up in your face. You know that, right? You’re putting a hell of a lot on the line here.”

I nodded, my face dead serious. “I’ve got it all under control, Coach. Trust me.”

He shook his head, but there was a hint of a smile hiding beneath his usual scowl. “Yeah, I’m sure you think you do,” he muttered, picking up a pen and tapping it on his desk. “Now get the hell outta my office. I’ve got work to do.”

I pushed up out of the chair, feeling that surge of energy that only Casey could give me, even just talking about her. “Thanks, Coach.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, waving me off. But as I hit the door, I heard him mutter under his breath, “Damn kid sounds like a fucking psychopath.”

I grinned, letting the door click shut behind me…because maybe I was.