The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

I reached down and tried to adjust my dick, but of course that got the attention of the front row because the fucking desk I was sitting at didn’t have any protection. A redhead literally licked her lips at me, and I flinched like I’d been shot, my gaze jerking back to the beauty in the back because suddenly any girl’s attention but hers felt unacceptable.

Matty reached out to shake my hand, and Parker smacked it away. “No touching,” he growled, and Matty and Jace looked at him amused, before they both burst into laughter. “No touching,” Jace repeated, in a sort of Cookie Monster voice as he continued to laugh hysterically.

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.