The Wrong Quarterback: Chapter 29

“That’s so fucking good,” Parker growled as I lapped at the pre-cum beading at his head. I felt his breath on my core, and a second later he was dragging his tongue along my slit.

I whimpered and sucked harder, trying to get more of his length in my mouth, and he moaned.

No one had ever told me that giving head could make you feel powerful, but the way Parker reacted every time my tongue even got near his dick made me feel that way.

“That’s it. Suck my cock, baby,” he groaned as he pushed his tongue inside me, and his fingers worked my clit.

I never thought I could do this, grind my core on someone’s face while I licked and sucked their dick…but I was having no problem with it now.

We couldn’t get enough of each other. Morning, noon, and night…even between classes. If we had a spare second, he was inside me.

His tongue slipped up to my ass, and he licked around the sensitive ring before the tip of his finger began stretching the muscle.

I lowered my head, trying different angles until I could work him further down my throat, all while trying not to die of pleasure as his finger pushed deeper into my ass.

I gagged around his tip, and he chuckled against my slit.

“Love the sound of you choking on my cock,” he breathed as he pushed his finger all the way in, stimulating nerve endings I hadn’t known I had.

I cried out, freezing in place as he began thrusting his finger in and out.

“Keep going, baby,” he ordered roughly.

I whimpered but obediently sucked as hard as I could, somehow sliding more of him down my throat.

“That’s it. You’re such a good girl,” he praised. “I want to fuck your throat. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I gasped, but just as he thrust forward into my mouth, I came, sparks of light exploding behind my closed eyes as my muscles convulsed with waves of pleasure. I moaned around his dick, my hips fucking against his tongue as he continued to work me.

“Fuck. That was hot,” he murmured roughly…as he somehow worked another finger in my ass.

“I can’t,” I cried, my words lost as his dick surged past my lips, and he began to thrust against my face.

His free hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth.

“Take my cock. Take it. Fuck. Yes, relax. Just a little more. There, that’s it.”

Another inch slipped down my throat. “Yes, yes. You’re my perfect, sweet girl. I’m coming…fuck.”

A few hard thrusts later, and his hot cum was shooting down my throat. My hands gripped his ass as I swallowed as much as I could, ribbons of it dripping down my chin.

And somehow his fingers and tongue continued to work me, never letting up until I was gasping through another orgasm while still trying to drink down his cum.

Parker slowly drew back, sliding his cock out of my mouth and moving so that we were face to face.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he said, giving me a huge, sexy grin. He pressed a scorching kiss on my lips, and it was erotic thinking of him tasting himself in my mouth while I tasted myself in his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. My breath was still rough, and I was already tired from my two orgasms.

“Mmmh,” I breathed as his tongue once again dipped into my mouth.

I fell asleep listening to him tell me how much he loved me, a very satisfied girl.

“Casey!” Gray’s voice echoed down the hallway as I walked to my next class, a little too loud, and definitely a little too close. My pulse kicked up, and I sped up, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. I didn’t need this right now. The last thing I wanted was a conversation with him.

It was like he had some sixth sense about finding me alone, as if he knew exactly when I wasn’t surrounded by people or tucked away somewhere safe from his reach. Even in a place as big as this campus, he always managed to track me down. I kept moving, hoping that if I walked fast enough, maybe he’d get the hint.

“Casey!” he called again, his tone turning sharper, like he was determined. I clenched my jaw and kept my pace, refusing to look back.

“It’s about Parker.” His voice was low but intense, and serious enough that I slowed down at that. I would just hear him out and then hopefully he would leave me alone…for at least a while.

Gray quickly closed the distance, stopping next to me—way too close. I took a step back, wondering how someone who’d once felt like home, now felt like a stranger.

He let out a frustrated sigh as he eyed the space I’d just created between us.

“That girl from that night…the one I kissed…I talked to her.”

I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain to slice through me, like it usually did. But all I felt was betrayal. “Okay, thanks for telling me that,” I told him sarcastically.

“Listen,” he growled, and my eyes widened. “She told me that she’d been sent over to me by Parker.”

I blinked at that, but still, I knew that Parker had been after me, even then. Even if he’d sent her over… “It’s not like he forced you to kiss her,” I said, finishing what I’d been thinking out loud.

“That’s the thing, Case, I’ve gone over that night a million times in my head. I know I was fucking up, but I never would have cheated on you. I never would have! If you really thought about it, too, away from that prick, you would agree with me.” His voice was pleading as he hurried on. “One of my frat brothers remembered that Parker handed me a drink that night. I think…I think he drugged me.”

The words hung in the air—completely absurd. I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “You think Parker drugged you? That sounds insane.” I moved to push past him. “This is ridiculous. I’m not listening to this anymore.”

He grabbed my arm. “Look at this,” he demanded, pulling something from his pocket and unfolding it before holding it out. It was a piece of paper, slightly crumpled, but I could make out the medical logo at the top. “It’s a drug test,” he said, his voice steady. “I had it done after I started putting the pieces together, and I got the results a few days ago. They found something in my system, something I didn’t put there.”

I yanked my arm from his grasp, refusing to reach for the paper, to even look too closely. “That doesn’t prove anything,” I whispered, feeling a hollow ache settle in my stomach. “It doesn’t mean Parker⁠—”

“But it’s not the only thing he’s lied about, Casey.” Gray’s eyes bore into mine, unwavering. “You’ve been tutoring him, right?”

I swallowed, not liking where this was going. “Yeah…?”

He took a deep breath, almost as if he didn’t want to say what came next. “Case, you’re tutoring him in a class he took two years ago. A class where he got straight A’s.”

The world tilted slightly, and I fought to keep my voice steady. “No. That’s—why would he do that?”

“Think about it,” he said, his voice softer now. “Think about everything. The way he always knows where you are, the way he got you to move in with him in a matter of days. He’s manipulating you, Casey. This guy is not who you think he is.”

A wave of doubt crept in, scratching at the corners of my mind, but I shoved it down. I didn’t want to believe any of it.

“Gray…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say, the words caught in my throat.

He stepped closer, “You know there’s something off about all of this. If you really let yourself think about it…you know.”

“I’ve got to go,” I told him, beginning to back away.

“Casey!” he said, reaching for me. But I turned and sprinted, to where I wasn’t sure, but trying to outrun the questions…and doubts now running through my head.

My fingers pressed down on the keys, each note echoing in the quiet room, but today, even the familiar rhythm didn’t help. Gray’s words kept looping through my mind, unsettling and sharp, filling the spaces between each chord. The harder I tried to lose myself in the music, the heavier everything felt.

Parker had surprised me with this piano. I’d walked through the door, and he’d been standing right by it. He’d even wrapped it with a huge bow—orange, he’d said, for the Tigers. He’d sat right by me every day since then, helping me steady my hand when it started to shake.

He’d done that and a million other sweet, perfect things that had made me feel seen—made me feel loved. There was no way that kind of man could do what Gray was claiming…right?

I moved to play the next part of the piece, pushing down on the keys harder than necessary, letting out some of the tension. But my hand froze, an uncomfortable twist shooting through my fingers and up my wrist. I grimaced, flexing my fingers, but they wouldn’t relax. The pressure kept building, and I could feel a tremor starting.

Tears pricked my eyes, blurring the keys in front of me.

I heard the door open, and my head whipped up. Parker stepped in, his face lighting up as he caught sight of me, but I couldn’t return the look. I could barely breathe as I stood up to face him.

I took a deep breath, my heart hammering. “Did you lie about needing help with math?” I began, starting with the lightest accusation—something that could even be considered romantic—if what else Gray had said wasn’t true.

Parker’s expression went blank, his usual ease slipping away. For a long second, he just stared at me, unreadable. Then his face settled into something smooth, too smooth, as he reached back and locked the door with a quiet, deliberate click. “Why are you asking me that?” His voice was low, almost calm, but it only made me more uneasy.

“Gray told me,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken, hands tightening into fists by my sides. “He said that you took that class years ago, that you got straight A’s…is that true?’ I laughed. “It’s not, right? I mean⁠—”

“It’s correct. I took that two years ago. Straight A’s on every test,” Parker said calmly.

I blinked at him. “Oh…”

He shrugged, crossing his arms in front of him. “I needed a way to spend time with you. That’s what I came up with.” Parker grinned. “You can’t say it didn’t work.” He licked his bottom lip, like he was tasting me on his lips right then.

I blushed and then swallowed. I didn’t need him distracting me. If that was true, though…that didn’t necessarily make anything else true. Or at least that’s what I was telling myself as I prepared to ask him. He was probably going to be upset that I’d even believe that. I was already feeling bad that I had to ask.

But I had to.

“What else did he say?” Parker asked calmly, his eyes glimmering with something I couldn’t read. There was a different energy surrounding him, like a giant coiled cat before it pounced.

“Gray thinks that you drugged him,” I whispered, my eyes wide as he took a slow step toward me.

“He had a drug test that showed…something was in his system. He said you sent that girl to him. That you organized it all.”

A flicker of something I couldn’t read flashed across his face, but he stayed perfectly still, his eyes never leaving mine. “Gray thinks a lot of things,” he said quietly, taking a step closer. The way he looked at me, like he was trying to gauge my reaction, only twisted the knot in my stomach tighter.

“It sounds almost like Andrews thinks I’m some kind of mastermind,” he mused lightly, taking another step.

I swallowed, feeling trapped between wanting to pull back and needing to know the truth. “I need you to tell me, Parker,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, each word feeling like it might shatter the ground beneath us.

“And what would you say if I did, Casey? What would you say if I got the drugs from Jace’s brother, and I tossed it into a drink and gave it to Gray? What would you say if I watched him drink it with a smile on my face before I sent a girl after him. What would you say if I told you I’ve planned everything to make sure you were mine.” He grinned. “Hypothetically, of course⁠—”

I stood frozen, his words sinking in like stones, each one heavier than the last. My mind screamed to move, to put distance between us, but I couldn’t force myself to turn away.

Finally, I found my voice. “I’d say…I’d say you might be a monster.”

I turned, my legs barely carrying me as I stumbled toward the hallway, each step echoing in the silence. The walls seemed to close in, and I felt his gaze follow me, piercing and unyielding.

“Where are you going, Casey?” His tone was almost gentle, but I knew better. I didn’t answer, just kept moving, my mind racing with the next steps—steps I didn’t want to take.

“I’m going to pack,” I managed to say, my voice trembling.

A pause, then his footsteps, close and fast. “I don’t think so.”

Before I could react, his hands were on me, strong and unyielding as he lifted me off my feet and slung me over his shoulder.

“Let me go,” I screeched, struggling to get away from him—but his grip was ironclad. He opened a door and carried me down a set of stairs, each step echoing ominously as we descended. The basement air was cool, the walls dark and unfamiliar, and when he finally set me down, I staggered back, taking in my surroundings.

The basement was…finished, like a small apartment. A bed was pushed up against the far wall, a TV mounted nearby, and I could see the edge of a bathroom door. It was clean, orderly, and set up with unsettling precision.

“Why am I down here?” My voice wavered as I tried to make sense of it.

He didn’t hesitate. “Because I told you, Casey—you’re my endgame. If it takes you a little while to realize that, that’s fine. But you’re not running away from me.”

I blinked at him. “So—so what, you’re just going to leave me down here?” I said with a laugh…waiting for him to laugh too.

But he didn’t.

“Yes. Until I’m sure you’re not going to run,” he said calmly, turning to go up the stairs. “I’m going to go make dinner,” he called over his shoulder. “Your favorite—chicken parmesan.”

He closed the door, and I heard the sound of a lock clicking into place. A few seconds later, I heard the door closing at the top of the stairs.

I still tried the knob, though, pounding on the door after I realized it was locked, screaming for him to let me go. Even then it took me at least an hour to realize this was really happening.

Parker Davis had just locked me in his basement.