The Wrong Quarterback: Chapter 25

Iwas boarding the airplane with Nat, getting ready to fly to Parker’s away game in Alabama. It had only been a day since the dorm incident, and I’d somehow found myself living with him. But we’d only spent one blissful night together before he’d had to fly out with the team.

Nat pushed me to the window seat and sat in the aisle. “I’m under strict orders that men are not to associate with you,” she said, her eyes watchful, like a guy was going to jump out at any moment in first class and try to get me.

“No one’s going to try to ‘associate’ with me,” I said exasperatedly. “I’ve literally been a nerd who plays piano her entire life. There’s been no associating.”

Nat giggled like I’d just said the most hilarious thing she’d ever heard. Then she took my hand and leaned close, staring into my eyes like she was trying to hypnotize me. “Someday, you’re going to wake up and take your power. You’re going to see what everyone else sees. Why Gray wanders around campus all day like he’s in a daze because he lost you. Why a literal walking god thinks you’re the best thing he’s ever seen…and he’s not wrong. Why I decided that you’re my bestest friend…” She grinned. “And let’s be real, I have extremely good taste, so that should be the biggest factor in this equation.”

I laughed and then gave her a quick hug…because how could I not?

Nat continued to do her weird watching thing until everyone had boarded. Then she laid her head back against her seat.

“Phew, being a bodyguard is exhausting. Thank fuck your hot boyfriend shelled out for first class, Case. I need to rest.”

I snorted and read the text he’d just sent me.

I typed out a quick response, hurrying because I was a rule follower, and they’d already asked us to put our phones in airplane mode.

“Who’s him?” Nat asked, reading my text over my shoulder. She paused for a moment. “Oh, that’s a dick joke, isn’t it?”

I winked at her, trying to be cool while I blushed. “Maybe,” I finally said.

“I need to get dicked,” she humphed as I put my phone away. “I’m going through a dry spell.”

“Didn’t you hook up with that hot lacrosse player two nights ago?”

She pressed her palm against my mouth. “Don’t call another guy hot. Parker will somehow hear you. And I like that guy. I don’t want him to disappear.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Parker’s not going to make anyone disappear.”

Nat smirked. “You think that. But it’s always the hot ones that are crazy.”

I laughed, because that was probably true.

Nothing seemed too crazy about Parker yet, though, besides the fact that he was crazy perfect.

He’d been so sweet about my dorm, helping me unpack what I’d been able to salvage—in his room and then going out to buy ice cream to celebrate the fact that I was there with him.

“Ugh, you guys are too fucking cute,” Nat growled, but there was a twinkle in her eye that said she didn’t mind.

“He’s too fucking cute,” I murmured, sitting back with a sigh.

And I couldn’t wait to see him again.

The concrete floor of the stands were shaking, the kind that rattled your bones as you stood there. Every seat was packed, a sea of orange and crimson. I clutched the edge of my seat, my fingers tight around the armrest, barely breathing as I watched Parker line up again. Alabama had sacked him twice already, each hit harder than the last. I could still feel the thud of my heart in my throat from the last time he went down…and took forever to get up. Somehow he’d kept pushing, though, dragging the team down the field inch by inch until they were close enough for the kicker to line it up.

“He’d better not fucking miss this,” Nat’s voice cut through the noise beside me. She was on the edge of her seat too, biting her lip, her leg bouncing like she was trying to shake the nerves off.

I swallowed, eyes glued to the field.

The kicker jogged out, positioning himself as he readied for the kick. Alabama fans were going insane, the sound of the crowd becoming earsplitting. I hoped Parker liked hearing aids in his women, because I might be needing them after this season.

Nat and I were nothing but a massive inhale of anticipation as we watched, waiting. The snap was perfect. The holder set the ball down in one smooth motion, and the kicker’s foot connected with a sharp, clean thud. And the ball soared. My breath locked up, frozen as I tracked its arc. The ball sliced through the air, barely clearing the line of defenders reaching up to block it, and I held onto that breath, waiting, hoping as it flew…

Right through the uprights.

The Tennessee fans exploded, and Nat screamed right in my ear, throwing her arms around me. I gave up on trying to save my hearing and joined in, shouting as loud as I could, both of us gripping each other in a wild, jumping hug.

I searched the huddle of celebrating players for Parker. Even from here I could see his gorgeous smile as he slapped the kicker on the back.

“You know what I don’t understand,” Nat mused suddenly. I raised an eyebrow at her, keeping half my attention on Parker…because how could I not.

“Why does the kicker wear a pad and helmet in the first place?”

“Huh?”

“I mean all he does is kick a ball. It’s literally a penalty for the other team to touch him.”

“Well—” I began, but she was making some good points.

“He should just wear some kind of beautiful costume or something that shows the team’s personality. Don’t you think?” she asked.

I thought about what she’d said…and then burst into laughter at the thought of the Tennessee kicker wearing some kind of ice dancer costume in the middle of the field.

We were all on our feet, screaming at the top of our lungs as the clock ticked down. This was it. We either scored here, or we lost. I leaned forward, my heart pounding as I watched Parker on the field, intense and focused. Besides the grass stains on his jersey, you’d never be able to tell how rough the game had been. Parker glanced at Jace and barked something.

The ball snapped, and Parker dropped back, scanning the field. Alabama’s defense surged forward, their blitz closing in. Parker sidestepped one linebacker, narrowly avoiding another sack, and kept his eyes downfield.

Just as the pocket started to collapse, Jace broke free from his defender. With a quick flick of his wrist, Parker launched the ball in Jace’s direction, low and fast, cutting through the air straight into Jace’s hands.

Jace caught it effortlessly, barely slowing down before he took off down the field. My heart was in my throat, watching as he dodged one last tackle and crossed into the end zone.

Touchdown.

Tigers win!

I watched as he danced around, soaking in the cheers, a smug look on his face. Then, instead of celebrating with the rest of the team, Jace turned…and headed straight for me.

Or at least it seemed like he was heading my way. I glanced to the left and right of me, but since we were surrounded by Alabama fans, there weren’t a lot of options for Jace to be going.

Jace jogged over, holding the ball out like he was about to crown me queen of the game, a ridiculous, sexy grin on his face. “This one’s for you, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and teasing, full of laughter.

I blinked at him, not sure what to do. I hesitantly reached out to grab the ball, right as the stadium’s roar grew even louder. I glanced beyond Jace only to see Parker appear out of nowhere, barreling into him and tackling him to the ground.

Right there. In front of the entire stadium. And I was pretty sure everywhere ESPN was being aired.

There was a beat of silence, everyone watching as Parker pinned Jace to the turf.

And then the crowd went nuts.

Was this some kind of stunt? It seemed against how Parker usually behaved in these games, but since I hadn’t exactly been a Tennessee fan before this season—I could be watching a time-honored Tennessee tradition—but I wasn’t confident in that guess.

Jace was laughing like a maniac, barely fighting Parker off.

Parker pushed him back down on the turf and then jumped up, pulling his own jersey over his head and striding over to me.

“Put this on,” he growled, in a feral, crazy sounding voice as he jumped up and stood on the railing in front of me.

I was already wearing a jersey with his name on it, but I let him slide his game jersey over my head. He gripped my chin and kissed me. Hard. His tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me.

“Mine,” he rasped when he pulled away, staring into my eyes like I needed to get the message.

I nodded, completely in shock as he gave me one more kiss and jumped down, ignoring Jace who was still laughing hysterically nearby.

I lost him in the crowd of players and coaches and media staff.

“Holy fuck,” Nat said, gripping my arm. “Please tell me his dick is just as good as the rest of him. And please tell me he’s just as growly as that in bed.”

I blinked a few times, still staring after where Parker had disappeared in the sea of people.

“It’s all just as good,” I murmured, heat flashing through my insides.

“I’m so fucking happy for you,” Nat responded, beginning to dance around.

A smile slid across my lips.

I was happy for me, too.

My teammates kept shooting me glances, like I’d lost my mind.

But I didn’t care.

Was it great that I’d tackled my best friend on national television? No, no it was not.

Did my brain shut off when I saw him flirting with her and giving her the game ball?

Yes, yes it did.

All of that was for a future me to deal with, though, because there was only one thing driving me right then.

Need.

I needed her.

I needed to feel her perfect cunt choking my cock.

I needed to slide my dick down her throat and hear her gagging.

I needed to mark her all over with my cum, spread it all over her skin so there was no doubt.

She was mine.

I grabbed one of the assistant trainers.

“See that girl over there?” I asked, pointing to where Casey was talking to Nat…looking like the fucking hottest thing I’d ever seen in my game jersey.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding a little scared of me.

“I need you to grab her and bring her to where we watched film right before the game, the small room near the locker room.”

He blinked at me. “Ummm, you want me to bring her there?”

“Yes,” I said, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I didn’t want to scare him any more than I already had.

“Okay, yeah, sure Parker, I’ll get her.”

I resisted the urge to tell him not to touch her, hoping that was a no-brainer. The reasonable part of my brain had shut off, and all that was left was the animalistic instinct to fuck and mark what was mine.

“Hey, QB, you alright?” Matty asked, sounding amused. “I thought you were going to kill Jace…what’s our game plan how to explain your bout of temporary insanity today?”

“That’s just our new way of celebrating,” I said, beginning to jog toward the tunnel.

“Where are you going?” he called out behind me. “You’re supposed to be interviewing with SportsCenter!”

“Fill in for me, will ya, bud?” I answered over my shoulder.

I didn’t stop running until I reached the door where I’d asked the assistant to take her. I didn’t have much time. Any minute now, one of the coaches would be coming to rip me a new one. I had to fuck her first.

I threw open the door, and she jumped, laughing as she put a hand to her chest. “You scared me—” she giggled, her words cut off as I captured her mouth, gripping her chin as my tongue slid between her lips. The sexy little moans she was making were going to undo me.

She was fucking perfect.

“Sorry, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “I need you. Now.”

“What? Here?” she gasped.

I couldn’t get any more words out. I had to taste her. I had to coat my face with her scent. I needed to drown in her pussy.

Dropping to my knees, I tugged her shoes and socks off, yanking at her leggings and thong after that. She fell forward, her hands bracing on my shoulders as she helped me remove her clothes.

“Spread your legs,” I said roughly.

Casey leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs wider.

I dove in, breathing in her sweet scent. I licked her folds, pulling her leg over my shoulder so I could get deeper into her cunt. My tongue pushed into her, fucking in and out. I licked down, and she stiffened as I rimmed her asshole.

“I can’t wait to get inside there,” I growled, my voice muffled as I bit down on her inner thigh, marking her like I wanted.

She yelped, and I grinned, probably looking like a mad man as I licked at the bite marks before returning to her sweet pussy. Sucking hard on her clit, I pushed two fingers inside, rubbing against her G-spot as I forced her into an orgasm.

“Paaarker,” she cried, and I lapped up the drops of her sweetness sliding down her thigh.

Hopefully that was enough to get her ready, because I couldn’t wait any longer to get inside her.

I stood up, catching her before she fell, my hands sliding under the jerseys she was wearing, pushing beneath her bra so I could squeeze her breasts.

“You look so hot like this, baby, wearing my jersey, your pussy wet and naked just for me.”

I released her breasts and pressed her against the wall, lifting her legs up. “Wrap them around me,” I ordered, my voice almost unrecognizable; it was so rough.

Using one arm to hold her up, I fumbled with my pants. “Fuck,” I growled as I finally undid them, and my cock sprung free, the head already dripping with my cum.

I quickly lined it up with her slit and lunged forward, groaning.

I was lost after that, thrusting in and out of her, driven by nothing but how good it felt to sink inside her cunt.

“That’s it. Choke my dick, my dirty girl. Take my big cock.”

I rutted into her mindlessly, telling her everything I wanted to do to her body.

Her whimpers coated my skin, and I slammed my lips against hers, wanting to capture those whimpers inside me.

I forced my hand between us, rubbing on her clit while I praised her for being my good, perfect girl.

“Come for me,” I begged, feeling myself getting close.

Her lips parted from mine with a gasp, her pussy clenching around me, her legs shaking as she came.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted.

I pulled out as I came, spraying her pussy and legs with my cum. My cock jerked again and again, until she was coated with me.

I was heaving as I feverishly rubbed the cum into her skin, making sure I was all over her.

“Don’t you dare wash any of this off,” I rasped against her lips. Her hands were gripping my pads, her body trembling against mine as her breath left her throat in sexy little gasps.

A sharp banging on the door had us both jumping.

“Coach is coming,” Jace called through the door, his voice filled with the same laughter he’d had on the field.

I forced my still hard dick back in my pants and quickly began helping her to pull her leggings back up. The sight of my cum spread all over her skin just made me want to fuck her all over again. Her pussy was red and swollen, though, and between my bite marks and the redness from my stubble…my baby needed a break.

“Are you okay?” I finally got out after I’d helped her put on her shoes.

“Yes,” she said after a moment. “That was⁠—”

“Perfect?” I asked hopefully, knowing that I’d lost my mind and worked her harder than I ever would have intended.

She pushed some of her hair back, moving off the wall and swaying a little bit, and I winced, expecting the worst.

“Definitely perfect,” she finally said as her hands slid to my chest. I’d never seen her more beautiful. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen. And now I could picture my cum coating her thighs.

Fucking beautiful.

“But you should probably go right now before you get in any more trouble,” she said.

“I love you,” I breathed, kissing her a few more times because I couldn’t help it.

“I love you, too,” she replied, and after telling her how to get back to Nat, I reluctantly left the room, wishing I could bring her with me.

Jace was leaning against the wall outside the door. “Are you feeling better about being pussy-conquered?” he asked with a grin. “Less likely to punch me in the face?”

I huffed at him and shook my head, grinning as we walked to the locker room, where I was no doubt about to be reamed by the coaching staff.

“Definitely pussy-conquered,” I finally responded. “And definitely better.”

He opened the door, but I grabbed his jersey, stopping him from going in.

Jace stared at me uneasily. “Don’t ever touch her again,” I said, threatening my best friend for the first time ever.

Jace’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Noted, QB. It won’t happen again. I like my nuts where they are.”

I released him and clapped him on the back. “Glad we have that understanding.”

My smile was wide as we walked into the locker room.

Out of all the games I’d ever played, this was my favorite one.