The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

Hey, heaven? Dean Di Laurentis here. Thanks for letting me visit.

Not sure I blame them. She’s wearing a puffy black jacket, boots, and mittens, and her blond hair is sticking out from the bottom of a red knit hat. It’s the first week of November—there’s no snow on the ground, barely a chill in the air, and nothing

“What did he do?” Dean demands in a low voice. “And how bad of a beat-down does he deserve? Me and Garrett can handle our own in a fight, but if you want some bone-crushing, we can unleash Logan on him.”

“You’re going about this the wrong way, you know. The best way to get over someone is to hook up with someone else. ASAP.” His words jolt me out of my butt ogling. “I’m not ready to be with anyone else yet.” “Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself

“Wait,” I blurt out before she can end the call. “What is it?” I stare at the rain that’s sliding down the windshield. Wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Then I lick my suddenly dry lips and say, “I want to fuck you again.”

God, I’m not cut out for casual sex. I feel...defiled. Except that’s ridiculous, because if anyone was defiled last night, it was Dean. Not only did I seduce him, but I tied him up and rode him like he was my own personal amusement park ride.

“Is this a thing now? You’re going to call me every night and say that?” “Maybe?” Shit.

“Say yes, baby doll. Just say yes and put me out of my misery.”

Dean: You really need to stop hanging up on me. I text back, You really need to stop propositioning me. I know I’m a great lay, but get over it already. Him: I can’t. Trust me, I’ve tried. Me: Try harder. Him: C’mon, baby doll. Just one more time. Think of how good it will be… Of course it’ll be good. He’s a sex champion. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not comfortable with casual sex. Me: Go away. I’m running lines w/ Hannah.

I’m startled to feel a sharp ache between my legs. The idea of Dean sneaking in and fucking me while Hannah sleeps obliviously in the next room is a turn-on I didn’t expect.

“What about your other half?”

“The little blond drama queen you hang out with?”

He unzips his jacket and tosses it on the arm of the couch. Then he strips off his sweater, leaving him in nothing but faded blue jeans. I stare at him in disbelief. “Did you really just take off your shirt?” “Yeah. I don’t like shirts.” He doesn’t like shirts. This guy… Goddamn it, I don’t even know what I think of him.

“Yeah, and it was created by prudes and judgmental assholes and jealous pricks who wish they were getting laid on the regular but aren’t.” Dean shakes his head. “You need to stop thinking there’s something wrong with what we did. We had fun. We were safe. We didn’t hurt anyone. It’s nobody’s business what you or anyone else does in the privacy of their bedrooms, all right?”

“Of course I am. I’m always right.” With an arrogant smile, he moves closer and rests one big hand on my knee. “Okay, so here’s our plan for tonight. First we’ll bone down to take the edge off. Then we’ll order a pizza and replenish our energy, and after that, round two. Sound good?” Exasperation rises inside me. Every time I think there’s more to Dean than simply being a sex-obsessed horndog, he goes and proves me wrong. Or actually, he proves

“I do what I want, when I want it. And I don’t give a shit what other people think about me.”

sucks, because you’re stuck on a liquid diet for two whole weeks, but you feel so much better afterward.” “You’re a fucking weirdo. Pick something else. Something normal.”

Gonna take it slow next time. Savor every single second. So fucking slow, baby. Just slide in and out of your tight pussy… Until you’re begging for more.

I won’t give you what you want, tho. I’ll keep feeding you my cock, inch by inch. And then I’ll take it away again. Every time you beg me to pound into you, I’ll go even slower. Gonna torment that sweet pussy all night, baby. All. Fucking. Night.

Him: Next time you put on a show like that for me, you better fucking be naked.

Footsteps thump in the hall, causing anticipation to rise in my chest. My heart does a silly, unwelcome flip when two knocks thud against my door. It’s a manly-sounding thump-thuuuump, and when I swing the door open, Dean is standing in front of me. He’s wearing faded jeans with a rip in one knee, a hunter-green cable knit sweater beneath

As our eyes lock, I tug his head down and our lips meet in a featherlight kiss. No tongue. No urgency. It’s an exploratory hey-how-are-ya between our mouths, before I pull back to look at him. Sweet Lord. His gaze contains so much raw, palpable heat it startles a gasp out of me. The next thing I know, Dean’s mouth crashes over mine again, and there’s nothing

I hear myself moan, but Dean swallows the desperate sound with another greedy kiss, his warm hands clamping on my hips as he kisses me until I’m breathless.

“Jesus. You are wet. Dripping wet, baby.” A growl leaves his mouth. His eyes are feral, glittering. “If I don’t lick this pussy right this second, I’m going to lose my mind.”

I look helplessly at Dean. The evil gleam in his eyes has me narrowing my own. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I—oh God. He drags the tip of his tongue over my clit, and now my eyes are widening in horror, because I’m pretty sure I just moaned.

Fuck, I love sex. I don’t care if men and women were created by God or evolution or little green Martians. I’m just eternally grateful that someone gave us dicks and pussies and a fun way to use them.

Allie goes into hysterics too, but the way she’s shuddering with laughter causes her soapy thighs to slide up and down my crotch, which swiftly transforms my amusement into pure arousal. She’s still laughing when I capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. But not for long. Soon she’s gasping against my lips, locking her hands at the nape of my neck as her tongue tangles with mine. I clasp her hips and ease her forward until my shaft is lined up with her pussy. She whimpers when I glide my length along her wet flesh, rubbing my cockhead over her clit. “Dean…”

He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra. He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he looks

“You gonna let me come in your mouth, baby?”

hear the edge in his voice, and his displeasure is unmistakable. Which is preposterous because what does he have to be peeved about? I’m not the one who was making out with someone else.

“Are you going to pee on me now to mark your territory?” I hiss at him. His eyes flash. “I don’t know—should I? What the hell is going on here, Allie?”

“You heard I was at the bar with another chick, and you got jealous. How am I doing so far?”

You think this means you’re going to fall for me? That because you want me all to yourself, it means we’re on the track to marriage and babies?”

So you were jealous. Big deal. Do you know how fucking jealous I am right now? Do you think I like seeing every guy in the bar drooling over your tits and shoving their hands in their pockets to rearrange the stiffies you gave them showing up in that getup? I want to rip their eyes out just for looking at you.”

And I’m sick of sneaking around, if I’m being honest. It was exciting at first, sleeping with Allie behind our friends’ backs, but I’m not feeling it anymore. When she showed up at Malone’s the other night looking like that? I wanted to stick my tongue down her throat in front of everyone. It was damn hard pretending to be unaffected by her, and I’m damn tired of furtively texting her for quickies and lying to my friends about where I’m going.

“Because Garrett stays at your dorm every other weekend and he heard you and Sean in the bone zone tons of times. He told me you were a screamer.”

“Vocal is very good.”

Luckily, Allie is back with my beer, and I reach for it as if it’s a life preserver. “Thanks, babe.” We both freeze the moment the endearment leaves my mouth. Shit. I hope Mr. Hayes didn’t hear that. He’s sitting right here. Of course he heard.

“What do you want with AJ?” I shift in confusion. “I don’t understand the question.” “I see the way you look at her too.” His jaw begins to twitch, but I don’t know if it’s from anger or the disease he’s battling. “You like her.” “Of course I do,” I say awkwardly. “We’re friends.”

“She needs a man who will take care of her.”

“You guys know I’m awake, right?” Beau’s wry voice triggers a rush of horror mingled with the burn of embarrassment. I bury my face against Dean’s chest, too mortified to look over at the armchair. “And now I’m hard as a rock,” Beau adds in a jaunty voice. “So I’m just gonna go ahead and ask—any chance of a threesome?” My head lifts in indignation, but I can’t help but laugh when I see the intrigued gleam in Dean’s eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” I order, jabbing my finger into his chest. I sit up to fix Beau with the same stern look. “Erase that idea from your pretty head, Maxwell. Because it’s not happening.” His smile is downright saucy. “Tonight, or ever?” “Ever.”

“It’s too confusing. Sleeping with you when we’re not actually together—” “We’re together,” I bite out.

“I want to be with you,” I mumble. “So that means we’re fucking together, okay?”

“I’m taking a shower,” I announce. “And when I get out, you and I are going to have a little talk about how fucking crazy you are.”

“I’m serious. I’m not done being angry at you, so you better be waiting for me in my room when I’m out of the shower.”

You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me—” “You love me?” I blurt out.

“Aw shit, babe. Don’t make me say it again. It’s bad enough that I said it first. That’s never happened to me before.” The smile breaks free.

“Okay, good, because I think we should have sex now.” I push him toward the bed and reach for his waistband.

“Show me,”

I take Dean’s hand and bring it between my legs. He instantly curls it over me, and I cover his knuckles with my palm, grinding both our hands against my damp core.