Love Unexpected Qb Tyler Novels & Stories

Fans screamed, whistled, and yelled as they streamed onto the playing Field. Christine had been watching the final drive with her family and Laura, and Maddie's friends. "God, is he cool or what?" asked one of Maddie's friends. "He acts like it's a day at the beach. That's some boyfriend your sister has there. He's a way better player than our team's quarterback, and he’s 23 years old." When Tyler Smith clutched the football to his chest and fell to the ground in the end zone, Christine was on her feet with every other Highland fan, momentarily too stunned to speak.

“Or maybe it’s the girlfriend situation.” “You’re begging for a punch, Holland,” I say at the mention of Lila. He raises his hands in mock surrender, his eyes twinkling. “Hey, I’m just a concerned team player. Apparently, Daddy Brooks is now threatening to pull funding because little Tyler is too busy prancing around school hallways with his girlfriend to focus on football.” A sudden hush falls over the group, and the look on my face must betray me because panic spreads across each of their faces. Alex’s head snaps toward me. “Ty,” he says quietly.

I spit and he gets angry and punch me in the face unaware. I stumble backwards a bit with the force of his punch. "Guys, you're adults now. Stop behaving like you're still in high school. The bitter truth is we all lost our girls in high school. Shit happens. Fighting about it won't change a thing. Blake, you lost Bloom. Hunter, you lost Daisy. And I lost Chloe; I never even got the chance to tell her I was in love with her. Do you think punching each other like kids will make them all come back. So put on your big man panties and deal with your shit" Tyler yells and Blake and I pause to stare at him for a second before exploding into fits of laughter.

He said and I gasped before smiling at him in disbelief. "Holy shit! Congratulations kid!" I told him before pulling him into a tight hug and he laughed at my reaction. "Liv, I can't breathe." He said and I pulled back from him. "I'm so happy for you." I told him and he smiled at me. "Thanks, Liv. I'm just glad that they offered me a football scholarship." Tyler said and I nodded at him with a smile on my face. "Ty, they have one of the best football teams." I told him and he nodded at me.

Then, she saw him. Tyler. Tyler Bennett, who’d been the star quarterback of their football team, the most popular guy in school, the one who’d always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He was standing near the bar, his back to them, but Kayla would recognize that broad shoulders and that cocky stance anywhere. But when he turned around, she barely recognized him. His face was gaunt, his hair unkempt, and he was wearing a worn-out suit that looked like it had seen better days. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was holding a glass of whiskey so tightly his knuckles were white.

The hum of the fridge filled the silence of the apartment — familiar, steady, too loud for a morning that already felt heavy. Footsteps shuffled down the hall. Tyler appeared, hoodie half-zipped, backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair stuck up at odd angles — kid looked like he’d wrestled with sleep and lost. “You’re up early,” I said, reaching for a mug. “Coach said I could come in before class to help with drills.” He grabbed a protein bar and then spotted my phone lighting up again. “You’re trending. Again.” “Lucky me.” He tore open the wrapper, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It’s about her, right? The reporter?”

The caption read: How does it feel, using Tyler to move on? Lia’s heart skipped a beat, and not the good kind. Her throat went dry as the weight of the words hit her. Her eyes lifted instinctively to the field and there he was. Tyler stood among his teammates, but he wasn’t celebrating. He was looking straight at her. Had he seen it?

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

“The team is working hard to continue our good luck this year, and without them, I wouldn’t be here. We’ve been incredibly fortunate.” “What is the current relationship status for our favorite young quarterback?” the second reporter asks. She pulls a piece of paper from her blazer. “Does this have anything to do with the singer from the podcast, Ophelia Lane?” I hold back a grunt. “She’s insanely talented. You should all check out her music; it’s great.”

Landon gripped the edge of the table, trying to mask his panic as he answered something Tyler was asking him about a football game. "Yeah, the… uh… the offense looked solid," he said, his voice a notch tighter than before. "Their defensive line is just… fuck, it’s just weak on the left side." I smiled to myself, swirling my palm over the head of his cock, feeling the wetness seep through his briefs and onto my skin. He was leaking for me. Right here. "You think so?" Tyler asked, squinting. "I thought their safety was the bigger problem."