The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

“Can I remind you that she was so desperate to have my babies she tried to put my old cum, that had been sitting in the condom for hours…inside of her—while I was sleeping.”

Ew

Casey Larsen. It would sound even better as Casey Davis. A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Okay, crazy…

When I find the girl of my dreams, you can bet your exquisite ass I’m going to find out everything I can about her.”

Her breath left her in a sexy gasp, and I inhaled, because I wanted her air inside me.

This…this was what a kiss was supposed to be like. Like a whisper turning into a shout. Like colors filling an empty canvas. Like a song coming to life under my fingertips. This was what a kiss was supposed to spark. It was supposed to make you feel alive.

“I’m still—I literally just broke up with someone.” “Bullshit. You and I both know this was inevitable, the kind of inevitable that gets tattooed on your skin until the day you die. I’m not going to be your rebound, Casey Larsen. I’m your end game.”

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

Sis sees NO red flags here... really? 🤣

I truly let myself cry.

We're all crying.

Jace popped up in my peripheral and tossed me the box he’d been in charge of retrieving. “Get it, QB,” he called. I caught it and opened it, smiling at Casey’s gasp.