The Wrong Quarterback (The Wrong Player, #1)

by C.R. Jane

"I like her," Jace announced to Parker as he led us into the house. “I say we keep her.” “That’s the plan,”

“Are you going to introduce me? It feels like we’re moving a little fast—my toilet is a very sacred thing as you know.”

If I could somehow force her to live with me so I didn’t have to sleep without her anymore…that would have been great as well. But unfortunately, pretending you weren’t a psycho meant you couldn’t do things like that—yet.

“You could never mess us up,” Parker said, his thumb stroking my cheek as he held my face. “I wouldn’t let you. You could run, and I would run after you; you could hide, and I would find you; you could go to the other side of the fucking planet…and I would spend my entire life trying to track you down.”

“Are you ready for me, baby? There’s no going back, you know that, right? You’re already mine, but once I get inside you, it’s permanent.”

“She’s not a distraction,” I said as I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms, feeling that rush of satisfaction hit me just from saying it out loud. “She’s my future wife.”

“Damn kid sounds like a fucking psychopath.” I grinned, letting the door click shut behind me…because maybe I was.

“What’s the opposite of dickmatized?” Matty asked, leaning his arm on Jace’s shoulder as they both gave me smug smiles. “Pussy-conquered?”

Five hours was too long. It would probably be too much to ask her to sit in the stands during practice, right?

“That guy totally likes nefarious things. He’s just lying to himself.” “I agree,”

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

“What are you doing? That’s the opposite of the charming thing.” “Oh, right. Just thought that creeping was part of our villain era.”

I peeked through one of the windows as 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. I wasn’t going to owe him shit.

“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.”

“Someday, you’re going to wake up and take your power. You’re going to see what everyone else sees. Why

“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.”

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.

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

“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,”

Would it make the situation any better if I told her that the basement setup was pre-existing? The house was meant to be rented out to four students, with three bedrooms on the main floor and another apartment in the…basement. Had it come in handy when she tried to leave me? Yes. But I hadn’t prepared it for her, like a serial killer. That should mean something, right?

“A corn dog and milk? Really, Jace?” “Protein and calcium, my man,”

“So…QB. You and your lady playing hide and go seek, and Casey just forgot the rules?” Jace asked. I thought for a moment. “Yes, that’s definitely it.”

“What? That’s your response to me telling you I’m keeping my soulmate in my basement?” He blinked at me like I was stupid. “As a fellow No Drama Llama member, I need to be prepared in the inevitable event that I have to bail you out. Which means my stocks need to be better.”

She only kicked me twice before she gave up and laid there quietly. That was a good sign, right? Except a few seconds later she started crying.

“I can’t believe you did this,” she whispered. I squeezed her closer. “I can’t believe you didn’t know I would.”

“You can’t keep me down here forever,” she answered. And I didn’t say anything after that…because I was pretty sure she wouldn’t like my answer.

“When are you going to let me out?” she asked softly. “When you promise not to run, and I believe you.” “And what if I did run?” I laughed softly. “Then I would spend the rest of my life chasing after you. As you know, though, I’m pretty dedicated when I want something. I don’t think you’d be able to run far.”

It had been forty-eight hours since I’d been inside her. Absolutely unacceptable. I was addicted to her, and even a few hours felt like eternity. I was glad that my efforts to train her body to feel the same way had evidently worked.

“We’re never going to talk about this. I should be biting your dick…not riding it,”

After a life of not being seen, I didn’t know if I could go back to that.

Every time my defenses started to go down…I would be reminded again…my boyfriend’s a psycho.

“If I promise not to run away, can we end this hostage situation?” I sighed, still not believing that I was saying that. He snorted. “I prefer the term ‘basement timeout.’

A villain shouldn’t be allowed to have a pretty face.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever forgive you for this,” I whispered, a tear sliding down my face. “I thought you were my hero and now…” “There are villains and there are heroes, and then there are men who are in between,”

“Parker Fucking Davis, are you watching me on camera right now?” I finally screeched, jumping out of bed and frantically searching around the room for a device. “It’s like FaceTime,” he laughed. “What’s the big deal?”

The idea that he was so obsessed with me that he wanted to watch me when he was out of the house was…hot. Psycho, but hot. Fuck. I needed a therapist.

“Tell me that you love me,” he finally said. And my reply was instant. “I love you. I love you, even though…I shouldn’t,” I admitted. “There’s no shouldn’t involved. No one gets to say how the greatest love stories are told. We can make our own rules.”

“Put the phone down next to you, but keep the line connected,” he ordered. “Why?” I asked. “Because I want us connected all night. Just keep the line open, even while you’re sleeping. That way, if you need anything…I’m here.”

Because if he was going to be my stalker…I wanted to be his stalker, too.

Every move he made seemed to be about giving me the best, even if his methods were sometimes…unhinged.

“I think you’re crazy,” I told him as I stared into his blue eyes. He grinned. “Yes. Crazy for you.” “And you are absolutely never allowed to put me in a basement again—or anywhere else—without my permission,” I continued. His smile widened. “I’ll consider it.”

My chest was tight with pride as he sang to the packed crowd that filled the whole fucking stadium. Even if he was wearing feathers in his cowboy hat again.

“What kind of bees produce milk?” “I literally have no idea.” Jace grinned. “Boo-bees.”

“Cole also wears birds on his head, so I’m not sure you can trust him,”

“So touchy about touching,”

“He called me his ‘future sis-in-law,’” she whispered shyly, and I brushed a kiss against her lips. “‘My future wife’ is better, but if the other one gets you going, I’ll take it as long as it gets me to the same place.” “The same place?”

Walker: Still have a thing against emojis? Cole: They’re unnatural.

I’d asked him how he wanted to celebrate winning the National Championship. His answer… Fucking me on the fifty-yard line at the Tennessee stadium when we got home. And that’s how I’d found myself on my hands and knees, being railed into oblivion.