The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

“You want…what?” My voice came out a little incredulous, but who could blame me. Jace—who was six-foot-four inches of cocky football muscle—had just ordered what might be the girliest drink on the planet. “You heard me,” he said with a wink, propping an elbow on the counter in a way that had me automatically admiring his bulging bicep…a real problem for sure. “I’m very secure in my masculinity, and it’s a known fact that everything is better with cold foam. Why settle for black tar when I can have the good stuff?” He crooked his finger, and I automatically leaned in closer as if my chin was attached to his hand with a string. “We’re both aware of the size of my cock, buttercup. It can take extra cold foam.”

yes yes it can

my chest a tangle of irritation and…yearning. Fuck. It kind of felt like I was falling.

This wasn’t just a moment; it was everything. A collision of fate and fire, a quiet storm of something undeniable, something that made me feel seen, whole.

“The love of my life’s roommate,” I answered matter-of-factly, causing both of them to give me the side-eye. Which was ridiculous honestly—at least on Parker’s part. While Matty was still in the “multiple vaginas, one dick club,” Parker was a bona fide rabid little love muffin, so wrapped up in Casey that I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware that other women even existed. Just like me.

“so wrapped up in Casey that I was pretty sure he wasn’t aware that other women even existed. Just like me.” 😻

“Okay, first of all, this is deranged. Second, do you hear yourself? You are willingly ordering dead bugs off the internet.” “Sounds like true love, if you ask me,” Parker said, sounding completely serious. A man above men right there, obviously.

obviously…😂

“I’ve come to a decision.” His voice dropped, solemn and serious. “You should carry me around in your pocket. Just—fold me up, shove me in there, and keep me close at all times. That way, we’ll never have to be apart again.”

🥲