The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

I find myself fixating on his grammatical error. “I deserve more then that.” Then, not than.

GIRL SAME

He sucked me in with his preppy good looks and little-boy grin. That gorgeous grin, all crooked and dimpled and full of promises.

I don’t know all the details, but it was no secret around my house that my parents’ marriage had been on the rocks more than once during their eighteen years together. And they’d powered through it. They’d worked at it.

It takes both off them to want to do that though. Your situation is different.

If he loved you, he wouldn’t have given you an ultimatum, a gruff voice assures me. You did the right thing.

Two madly in love couples and me? No thank you.

Same

“Hold on a sec.” There’s another long pause. I hear Garrett’s muffled voice, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. Then Hannah is back. “Garrett says you can stay at his place this weekend.

Dean and Tuck will both be there, so if Sean figures out where you went and drops by, they’ll kick him to the curb.” The murmur of voices fills the background again. “You can sleep in Garrett’s room,” she adds.

I laugh. “Thanks for the heads-up. But are you sure it’s cool? I don’t want to impose.”

“S’all good, sweetheart. Just bat those big blue eyes at Tuck and he’ll cook you up a nice dinner. Oh, and Logan’s ordering Dean not to hit on you, so you don’t have to worry about him perving you out.”

Yeah, right. Dean Heyward-Di Laurentis is the biggest flirt on the planet. Every time I see him he’s trying to get in my pants. And I can’t even feel special about it...

“I really appreciate this,” I tell Garrett. “Seriously. I owe you one.” “Nah.”

Did I mention how much I love my bestie?

Backslide alert! Alarm bells wail in my head, alerting me to my stupidity. Nope. Not letting myself backslide. It doesn’t matter that he was capable of being sweet—because he was also capable of not being sweet, as last night proved.

I’d like to say that this dirty little threesome of ours is a new experience for me, or that the manwhore label my hockey teammates have slapped me with has been an exaggeration. But it’s not, and the label is spot-on. I like to fuck. I fuck a lot. So sue me.

“You haven’t gotten lucky yet,” Michelle says, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. “You don’t come until we do, remember?” She’s right—I’d made a promise, and I intend to keep it.

Contrary to what my asshole friends believe about me, sex is all about the woman for me. Or in this case, the women.

“Well. I guess I should get started, then,” I announce, and then I lower Michelle onto the cushion and bring my mouth to her breasts. I capture a nipple and suck hard, and her hips buck off the couch as she moans.

Logan: Keep your dick in your pants. G and I aren’t in the mood to beat you senseless if you try something. Wellsy might be in the mood for violence, though. So: dick = pants = don’t bother our guest.

Hannah: Allie’s staying with you guys til Sunday. She’s in a vulnerable place right now. Don’t take advantage of her or else I’ll be unhappy. And you don’t want to make me unhappy, do you?

Garrett: Allie’s gonna crash in my room. Garrett: Your dick can stay in your room. Jeez, what is everybody’s fascination with my dick?

“I’ve got an unexpected houseguest waiting outside,” I grumble. “Which means this house just became a PG-zone.” Michelle snickers. “Since when do you care if anyone sees you fucking?”

True. Usually I don’t give a damn if there’s anyone around. Most times I prefer it. But I can’t expose my debauchery to Hannah’s friend. Or to Hannah and Grace, for that matter. The boys, who cares. They know the drill.

“This guest is a delicate flower,” I say dryly. “She’d probably faint if she saw the three of us together.” “I would not.” Allie’s annoyed voice comes from the doorway.

I scowl at her. “I told you to wait outside.” “And I told you I was cold,” she shoots back. And she seems to have no issue with the fact that there are two naked girls ten feet away.

and nothing to warrant bundling up. Unless you’re a crazy person. Which I’m starting to suspect Allie Hayes might be, because the girl brazenly waltzes into the living room and flops down in the armchair opposite the couch.

But truthfully, it doesn’t matter. She’s already killed the mood, and I don’t feel comfortable fooling around with two chicks when it’s just me and Hannah’s best friend in the house.

I return to the living room with a frown that refuses to quit. “Did you enjoy that?” I demand. “Enjoy what?” “Cockblocking me.”

Allie laughs. “Is there any reason you couldn’t have taken Blonde and Blonder upstairs? You didn’t have to kick them out on my account.”

“You really think I could screw around knowing you’re sitting downstairs?” That gets me another laugh. “You screw around in public. All the tim...

She looks thoughtful. “Unless going up to your room is the issue. Hannah said you always fool around in the living room. What’s the deal with that? Do you have b...

She sticks out her bottom lip. “Well, that sucks. He totally would’ve watched a movie with me. But I guess you’ll have to do.” “You cockblock me and now you expect us to hang out?”

I seem to remember Hannah telling me Allie is a drama major. Yeah. Sounds about right.

Her pleading expression doesn’t let up. And I’ve always been a sucker for big blue eyes. Especially when they belong to cute blondes with great racks. “You win,” I relent. “I’ll keep you company, okay?”

She lights up. “What movie should we watch?” A groan lodges in my throat. My Friday night went from hot threesome sex to babysitting my b...

Oh, and I’m still rock hard thanks to Kelly and Michelle’s goodbye kiss...

My self-control rests in the hands of Dean Heyward-Di Laurentis, a man known for zero self-control. Ergo, I’m in trouble. Big fucking trouble.

And either I’m imagining it or he has an erection. But I’m nice enough not to tease him about it, because in his defense, he was five seconds away from having sex with two girls before I showed up.

My gaze travels over his bare chest. I cannot tell a lie—his chest is absolutely spectacular. The guy’s ripped. Tall and lean, with perfectly sculpted muscles.

And he’s rocking some scruff—sexy blond bristles that shadow his perfectly chiseled jaw. It really is a shame. Someone this douchey s...

“Yeah. Go ahead and pick something to watch,” he answers. “I’m just popping upstairs to jerk it and then I’ll join you.” “Okay, I t...

But he’s already gone, leaving me gaping at the empty doorway. He’s popping upstairs to do what? He was joking, right? Despite my better judg...

And why am I trying to solve the mystery of how this guy masturbates?

Less than five minutes later, Dean saunters back into the room. Thankfully he put on some pants. Except he ditched his boxers in the process, which I know because his sweatpants are riding so low on his hips I can almost see…places I have no interest in seeing.

His chest is still bare, and there’s a slight flush to his cheeks. “Did you seriously jerk off just now?” I demand. He nods as if it’s no biggie.

“What, you think I can sit through a whole movie with blue balls?” I gawk at him. “So you can’t have sex with anyone while I’m in the house...

A wolfish grin stretches his mouth. “I could’ve done it down here, but then you would’ve been too tempted to take over...

It’s hard not to roll my eyes. So I don’t bother fighting the urge. “Trust me, I would hav...

“With my cock right there in the open? No way. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.” He arches a brow. “I have a great...

“You don’t believe me? I can show you a picture.” He reaches for the phone on the coffee table. Then he stops and grabs the waistband of his sweatpants instead. “Actually, I can show you the real ...

“No horror movies,” I say firmly. “I don’t like to be scared.” “Fine. So let’s do an action movie.” “I don’t like violence.”