The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

“You have tutoring tonight…and morals. I’m trying to be nice. Give you a break for once. Wouldn’t want y...

“I can be nefarious…but I do have tutoring.” He side-eyed me. “Real tutoring might I add.”

“See, right there, that was judgy. You need to work on that, Matty, if you’re going to be in the Pussy Posse,”

“Let me know if I need to bail you both out of jail,” Matty sighed as we parted ways.

“We’d only need that if I get caught, and that’s obviously not going to happen.”

“Let me clarify this real quick. You’re going to get your girlfriend kicked out of her dorm by having me distract the front desk so no one sees you breaking in. Then you’re going to light a fire so that the sprinklers go off and ruin the room. And then you’re going to use a fire escape ladder that you bought online to scale down the building so that no one sees you leaving. Did I get that all right?”

“THAT YOU STOLE AND COPIED.”

“I don’t see the problem in that sentence.”

“Alright, so we’re doing this. I didn’t have it written on my calendar to add breaking and entering and fire to my...

“Yeah, I’ve got all that, except I’m going to need you to rephrase that. It’s not a little charming thing. It’s a big charming thing,” he argued.

“Alright, yes, that. It’s a big…charming thing.” “That’s what she said,” he quipped as he began to creep toward the door like we were in some spy movie.

“Oh, right. Just thought that creeping was part of our villain era.”

“We’re not villains,” I hissed after him as he began walking normally again and had made it to the entrance. “We just don’t let things interfere with true love.”

Jace leaned over the counter, working his magic as he flirted hard with the girl at the front desk. He was definitely going to get an orgasm out of this.

They think we did it. They’re saying…we’re getting kicked out of the dorms.”

Nat was next to her, pacing and muttering under her breath, looking as furious as Casey was distraught. As soon as Casey spotted me, she broke from Nat and walked straight into my arms.

Nat gave me a knowing look, like she could see right through me, but she still decided to help me out. “It’s true, Casey. You’d be way more comfortable at his place than trying to find a place off campus with a stranger. I don’t even know if we could find a place right now. And what if they’re snack stealers?”

Casey huffed at what must be an inside joke for the two of them, and I was absurdly jealous. I wanted to be in on all of her inside jokes.

I also needed to buy Nat more steaks because her little...

She glanced at me and mouthed “crazy,” but I could see I was wearing her down.

“Just say yes, baby. There are a lot of things you should say no to in life, but this is not one of them.”

Jace: We are definitely in our villain era, QB.

“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.

“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.

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.”

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

Parker: I miss you. And he definitely misses you. Hurry to me quick.

“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 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...

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

hoped Parker liked hearing aids in his women, because I might be needing them after this season.

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

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

Touchdown. Tigers win!

“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’m so fucking happy for you,” Nat responded, beginning to dance around. A smile slid across my lips. I was happy for me, too.

“Are you feeling better about being pussy-conquered?” he asked with a grin. “Less likely to punch me in the face?”

“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.”

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

I caught sight of one guy, balancing on his skates while doing a full stretch, his legs spread wide, rocking his hips as he leaned forward.

The stretch was…well, it looked very…sexual. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. Parker glanced out to where I was looking.

“Fuck,” he growled, quickly placing a hand over my eyes. “Maybe bringing you do...

“I mean it’s honestly good that you don’t include that in your warm-ups. I’d have to fend off...

“Other women don’t exist...

There was a knock on the glass, and we glanced over to see a guy in full goalie gear, grinning from ear to ear beneath his helmet.

Fuck. This was Walker.

“What’s up, Parkie-Poo,” Walker said through the glass as he took off his helmet. My eyes widened. ...

There should be a worldwide revolt, where all the men on Earth send in complaints to whatever gods had created them…because they’d definitely gotten cheated.