The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

I snort. “Oh, you mean that peck she gave you so Garrett wouldn’t know how much she liked kissing him? Yeah, I know all about it, sweetie. That was a desperation kiss.” Though it still boggles my mind that H...

Then again, I never thought hockey superstar Garrett Graham was her type either, and lo...

“That wasn’t a desperation kiss,” Dean argues. “Uh-huh. Keep tel...

“God, just kill me already.” He leans back and runs both his hands through his hair until it’s tousled to shit. “I can’t watch another second of this.” Me neither, but I made this bed and now I’m forced to lie in it.

I’m not in Garrett’s bed. The realization hits me at the same time I register the sound of breathing. Not the shallow, I-drank-too-much-tequila breaths that are leaving my throat, but the soft, even breathing of the guy beside me. This time when I groan, it comes from deep in my soul.

The memories come crashing back in vivid Technicolor. The terrible movie. The tequila shots. The…rest. I slept with Dean last night. Twice.

WE DON'T GET TO SEE THEM HAVE SEX THE FIRST TIME. HOW FREAKING RUDE!!

A very naked Dean is stretched out on his stomach. His bare ass taunts me, not just with its sheer perfection, but because of the red scratches on his tight butt cheeks. My nails left those scratches.

I lift a weak hand and notice the fingernail on my index finger is broken. I broke a nail while clawing at Dean’s ass.

And that wasn’t all he’d revealed. Yep, I am now in possession of the nugget of knowledge Hannah has been trying to get her hands on for more than a year—why Dean prefers to screw everywhere but his bedroom.

Unfortunately, the knowledge doesn’t end there. I know what Dean looks like naked. I know how it feels to have him thrusting inside me. I know the sounds he makes when he’s coming. I know too much.

I take another breath and ease my legs over the side of the bed. When my feet hit the floor, Dean stirs. He releases a half moan, half breath. Then he rolls over and oh my God, I can see his dick.

Heat floods my cheeks as I stare at his package. Even flaccid, it’s impressive. He was right—he does have a great cock.

And unless my memory is failing me, I believe I vocally praised the glory of that cock many, many times last night. My face grows hotter as I remember everyt...

My own clothes are nowhere to be found—last I saw them, they were in a pile on the living room floor. Which only brings more panic, because that means Tucker must have seen them when he got home last night. Shit.

And he had to have heard us, because God knows I wasn’t using my indoor voice when Dean’s tongue was between my⁠— Nope, not thinking about it.

I slept with Dean. Dean, the guy who was about to have a threesome before I showed up. Dean, the guy who fucks anyone with a pulse. Dean, the guy who⁠— “Hand it over, baby doll.” His voice startles a squeak out of me.

My head swivels toward the bed, where Dean is sliding up into a sitting position, running one hand through his sleep-messy hair. He doesn’t look or sound groggy at all. His green eyes are alert, and his naked body is…transforming.

I feel myself blushing at the sight of his quickly hardening dick, so I drop my gaze to my bare feet. “Would...

“That’s not what you said last night…” His mocking tone grates. “We are not discussing last night. Ever.” He looks even more a...

He makes no move to pull the sheet over his lower body. Instead, he stretches both arms high over his head, drawing my...

And his wrists. He has red marks around his wrists… Because I tied him to the bed last ni...

When he catches where my gaze has gone, the corners of his mouth quirk up. “Granted, it was a lot kinkier than I thought it would be,” he continues with a wink. “But...

A familiar smell clouds my senses. Something spicy and masculine. It’s the same scent I breathed in last night when my lips were traveling over Dean’s bare chest. When my face was buried in his neck as I sucked on his skin like it was candy. And yep, there’s another hickey on his throat. I really went to town on this guy.

“We are not talking about it,” I say through clenched teeth. “It happened, it was fine, and it will never be mentioned again.”

“It was fine?” Smirking, Dean drags a hand down his chest, his long fingers resting right above the head of his thick erection. “It...

“Would you please, please get dressed?” I beg. “Can’t. You’re wearing my shirt.” He arches a brow. “Why don’t you t...

Fat chance. This guy is never laying eyes on my n...

one from Megan asking me to brunch. I quickly text Meg back with a resounding YES and ask her to pick me up from Garrett’s. Just as the gray bubble that indicates she’s typing a response appears, the phone is snatched from my hand.

“Hey!” I’m startled to find Dean behind me. Jeez. The guy moves like a ninja. “I’m in charge of this, remember?” He’s mocking me again, keeping the phone out of my reach.

“It’s fine,” I mumble. “I don’t need your help.” He echoes his earlier taunt. “Not what you said last night. Your phone stays with me this weekend, Allie-Cat. No arguments.”

Allie-Cat? Oh help me Rhonda. He’s given me a pet name.

He frowns. “No, you’re staying the weekend.” “Not anymore.” I attempt to grab my phone from him. He moves it aside again. “Is this because we fucked last night?”

My cheeks are scorching. “What part of never mention it again didn’t you understand?”

“This is bullshit. You can’t leave just because you and I got wasted and screwed around a couple times. You’re totally overreacting.” I take a deep b...

“Babe, do you think I enjoy talking about this stuff? I’d rather roll around in broken glass than deal with this whole morning after shit. If you were any other girl, I’d say forget it, but you’re Wellsy’s...

He curses suddenly. “Oh shit. Wellsy is going to kill me.” Oh shit is right. I’ll definitely be on the receiving end of a stern lecture from Ha...

“She’s not going to kill you, because we’re not going to tell her,” I say firmly. “Seriously, this has to stay between us.” “Agreed.”

“And you’re not allowed to bring it up ever again. As far as I’m concerned, it didn’t happen.”

He gives me a cocky grin. “Don’t kid yourself, baby doll. You won’t be able to stop thinking about me now th...

To punctuate that, he grips his semi-hard dick and gives it a slow stroke. A jolt of heat spirals down to my core. Argh. Stup...

“I’ve already forgotten all about it,” I lie. But in my head, more memories crop up, making me wa...

“I like you like this…” “Ha. So you admit it—you do like me,” he drawls. I smile at his immobilized wrists. “I said I like you like this.” My mouth slowly descends to...

Sean wasn’t always on board with my adventurous nature when it came to sex. I was the one who had to coax and plead with him to try whatever kinky new idea sparked my interest. Dean...

“Do you need me to remind you how good it was?” He tilts his head mockingly, his hand still on his dick. “No, I need you to b...

“I’m hungover and I’m really embarrassed and you’re making it worse by throwing last night in my face, okay?” His expression falters. “Shit.” He clears his throat and lets go of...

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He yanks the pants on. “And you have no reason to feel embarrassed. We’re both adults. We had fun and made each other come a bunch of times. No biggie, okay? But i...

I draw a shaky breath. “Thank you.” Dean studies my face. “Are we c...

Relief hits me, but also a burst of annoyance. Because where was Tucker yesterday when I needed him? If he’d been home, I probably wouldn’t have ended up in bed with Dean. Or maybe instead, I would’ve ended up in bed with Tucker, who happens to be the hottest ginger I’ve ever met.

He’s also far quieter than his roommates and doesn’t talk about himself much, but from what I can glean, he’s smart, well-spoken, and definitely easy on the eyes. In hindsight, Tuck would have been a fantastic rebound candidate.

He calls out after me. “What are you going to tell Wellsy about bailing mid-weekend? You know she’ll ask questions.” Damn it. He’s right. “I’ll tell her I decided to put on my big girl pants and deal with my breakup at home.”